Detachment is hard on your heart — and it actually creates blocks to what you want. Non-attachment, on the other hand, is actually nourishing, and much easier to put into practice.
We can soapbox, we can motivate, we can even convince people to see and do things our way. But even if someone chooses the more “evolved action” you’re suggesting, it doesn’t mean that they’ve just taken an evolutionary leap.
When Grace looks to the future that she wants, a future born of suffering and awakening to joy, she seizes the moment and she makes a vow. And this is how we avoid falling back asleep after a wake-up call. We vow to live differently. And every vow requires devotion.
The Full-Hearteds will be called crazy, idealistic, rebellious, too soft, too New Age, irrational, impractical, so angry, disloyal, righteous, moralistic, idealistic, unrealistic, unreasonable… and (gasp!)… utopian. It won’t be the first time, it will not be the last. That’s more than alright. This moment was made for the Full-Hearteds to let love rule. We see the beautiful ideal and we know that we’re all a part of its unfolding.
Resilience isn’t about toughening up—it’s about adaptation. And adaptation is about inclusiveness. And inclusiveness is the natural state of the heart.
I’ve decided I’m going to be a Hope Detective. I’m going to track, study, broadcast it. Because nihilism sure won’t turn things ‘round. I believe: Heart people are everywhere. New worlds are underway. The solution is seeded in every problem—we just have to… detect it.
What you can’t control:
The weather. Mean people. How people interpret history. How people interpret you.
What people think about anything and everything. What people say to you. What people say to anyone else. Who or what anyone loves. How anyone feels about anything.
The Prayer of St. Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is error, the truth;
Where there is doubt, the faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.
Solid conclusions only come from an inclusive point of view.
It’s a wild time to be alive. Bold choices are in order.
My birthday week is complete. Usually, we’d be packing up the Pay What You Wish banners. But that was the old way. I’m daring myself to take this further. We’ll see what happens. So! I’m leaving the Pay What You Wish doors open through the summer. (And hopefully always.)
It’s the sometimes annual Pay What You Wish Week for my digital situations: devotions, meditation kits, ebooks, audios.
Team D’s Manifesto for Conscious Business. This is the third revision in the course of six years. Every single word is intentional and in order of priority.
It feels interminable. Like you’ll never get out. Like it’s never…going…to…end. That’s the nature of hell. It’s not the pain that drives you insane, it’s the fear that the pain could go on and on.
D Digest: Manifestation tips, best things I’ve done for my bod’ and life, and my very cool new Day Planner COLLECTION. August Roundup!
A Course In Miracles defines a miracle as “a shift in perception.” I love that, because that definition covers a lot of bases. You can choose to believe in spontaneous healing and create a physiological miracle.
I posted a #truthbomb a while back: “If you’re not a feminist, you’re missing the point.” That got a lot of Yesses! and Yeahs! And then this kind of stuff: “Wouldn’t it be better if we were all humanists?” … “How about all being spiritualists?” … “We’re all in this together.”
Absolutely everything is a divine message because life is always calling you. I’m leaning against the fridge in a soul sister’s Brooklyn kitchen. “So Megg, Crocodiles are showing up EVERYWHERE for me lately. Like, everywhere. I’ve got to figure out what the Crocodile totem means. Do you know?” And Meggan gives me her classic eye twinkle and says, “Turn around.” Taped to the fridge door is her boy’s drawing of the day… “Shai’s Crocodile Shadow.” Alright cosmos, you have my attention…
Sometimes, my heart is so openI can’t tell if it is a gaping wound or a portal for everything that ever was and ever will be…
It’s hard enough to make your way in a world where you will be judged, daily. To overcome the intentional punishments inflicted by dark mongers; to find the right concoction for emotional wounds; and to rise from the simply deep heartache of not getting what you want — it’s anything but easy.
1. Want more*. (Inner peace, greater clarity, outer beauty, awesome stuff — want anything you want.)2. Have an idea, or two or three, about how to get more. Act on that idea over and over again. 3. Hang out with people you can easily adore, or at least respect.
Swallowing your words, paying rent in hell, and maintaining appearances. Why we make (unhealthy) compromises.
There are two kinds of compromise: the kind that heals you by expanding you — it’s the healthy kind that stems from real love and grace. And because it usually brings some delight with it, then doesn’t feel much like a compromise after all. And then there’s the kind of compromise that bruises your soul…
You know what I want? I want JUST LOVE. Something so pure it transmutes my terror of not getting what I want into what I want the most: JUST LOVE…
We do it for “love,” we do it for spirituality, we do it to polish our halos. We do it because some relationship books tell us to. We do it to look good…
We dance ’round fires
to pray for others to change,
and we change our names
so that a reality we don’t truly want
will let us in the door…
Dreaming is a solution, a soul elixir for so many emotional ailments. The mere act of dreaming is a life-affirming endeavour. Dream. Envision. Fantasize. Imagine…
I bless the path that showed itself to me
astute, blind, courageous, clever, faithfully
I forged and floated
The outline of my being
shines brighter than
agreements I made before now…
What I love the most is truth, and if I’m going to be of service — and I’m devoted to being of service, then I have to tell you: I feel so small today. I see the pain. I see the joy. I see the beauty. I feel the global scope of what’s happening, and… I feel really, really… small…
A desire is the interface between you and the future. No desire is meaningless or inconsequential. If it pulls you, even a little bit, it will take everyone higher…
Do you believe that life wants you to have what you truly want? Your relationship to prayer, to God, to desire.
I used to pray to sweat blood as a little girl. Dramatic, I know. I was a Catholic schoolgirl, an only child. We rented a small house in a small town, and my parents were young and hip and generally let me do anything I wanted to. The liberal headspace at home, acres of wheat fields to explore alone, and daily Jesus, Mary, ‘n’ Joseph at school made for the perfect environment for me to become the quietly intense mini holy roller that I was. At one point, I used the nooks of my bookcase to create a home for Barbie, and for the Virgin Mary. A leopard-print chaise and a rosary. Heavenly, really.
Dreams that don’t come true need to be grieved. The dream itself needs to be honoured and buried and mourned. It’s not just about dealing with the pain of not getting what you wanted, it’s about going deeper to look closely at what the dream was actually for. This is a subtle concept we often miss in the healing process when something ends. You see, we’re not always sad for the reasons we think we are…