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.

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.
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…
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 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…
I bless the path that showed itself to me
astute, blind, courageous, clever, faithfully
I forged and floated
to now.
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…
That tired beautiful animal in me needed to die,but not like a sacrificial offering…
My friend Robindra promised he’d show me some DJ ropes (because I wanna spin and mix and stuff when I grow up). He got a gig in North Van and said I could tag along for the night. So I Facebook’d about it, mentioned the locale, said it was a great way to kick off my birthday week, and I put on my black high tops to head out…
Shakti — the force that animates, tenderly fierce, the wild mother girl crone wonder woman. It’s one of my Core Desired Feelings. Calling on the Divine Feminine. For you… Tap into this playlist and let your SHAKTI rise…
Give yourself the gift of 15 minutes to run light through your system. Here’s a full-body visualization for using Light — one of the most powerful forces in the universe.
Here’s a personal story for you about a mid-course correction with myself and my goals, my core desired feelings, and intentions.
Say hello to a reality with more possibility. Limber up your intentions with this extreme visualization exercise. You can do this in 5 or 10 minutes.
My voice, your speakers, your knowing unfolding. How do you want to feel when….? I want you to think and sink into that question. Over and over again.
Freedom does not come from a checklist, and a ‘zero inbox’ is not a life aspiration.If liberation is a chore, it’s not really liberation. You can’t contract your way to freedom. You can’t punish your way to joy. You can’t fight your way to inner peace. The journey has to feel the way you want the destination to feel…
It’s all about resonance. Teachers (and they come in all forms) hold up a mirror for you in just the right light, at just the right moment, and you just happen to catch YOUR reflection in it. They are strumming chords that are strung in your heart.
Contrived affirmations take you out of the present. Rather than facing what’s real, we try to plaster over the difficult truths with happy thoughts. This is false optimism and it’s damaging. It undermines our capacity to be with what is, and to access our real strength and spiritual maturity. Spiritual maturity includes the capacity to acknowledge our fears while maintaining our confidence and faith…
There is a sounda flower makes
slipcracking
deep
larynx…
This is a personal question. I don’t expect you to blog about it, or share your answer on Facebook. You might just want to tell yourself, and your best friend, and your guardian angel. What’s chronic, repetitive, or inflamed in your inner or outer life?…
This is a big topic. Western self-help spirituality is great at getting us to identify our patterns and ‘isms’. After enough how-to books, workshops and therapy we can honorably say, “I’m neurotic because of my mother,” or “I’m a selfish because I didn’t get enough attention as a kid.” But identifying the source of your crap is only half the journey. The other half is composting it into something radically new…
one truth
absolute unified
fierce piercing syncopation…
We look at how we over worked it, or how we missed the mark, or all the reasons it, they, you, me, we fell short. We start to shrink the value of the past so that we can justify taking new aim, or giving notice, or taking the leap that will move us in a new direction….
Discerning loves the thrill of making up his own mind. Cynical has already made up his mind.
You can’t dream in images of possibility-maybe-could-be-perhaps and get manifestation traction. It’s profoundly unrequited. Possibility can be a lot like purgatory. You just never quite get there, not even in your dreams. Wizardry is about conjuring up an experience of DONE (not “maybe”.) Succeeded. Achieved. Arrived. Pow!…
We’re such hard workers. Hardened, some of us, from working so hard to deserve what we want. Working to earn. Earning more…work. Earning your keep is a vicious cycle, you know. Whereas, believing in your implicit worth liberates you to create more value for the world you serve…
You’re one in a about six and half billion. A speck. A blink in the eye of God. A nano micro weeny zip in the eons of time and vastness of space. No one’s happiness really depends on you–no one’s. People can take care of themselves like they always have. How does it feel to consider that?…
We believe in the divinity of the suck factor. It’s an implicit, and lived, and affirmed understanding: that the universe trades up.
I hope the very clear vision I see of my son living a long and luscious life comes to fruition.
The truth is far easier to deal with than illusion, evasion or avoidance. You can wrap your arms around it. You can look it in the eye. You can take it to the bank.
Just yesterday I was ecstatically getting the hell out of high school, wearing shoulder pads and stilettos underneath my graduation gown. There are a few things I’d tell that version of me. Stuff like: If you don’t kiss girls in your twenties, you’ll probably never get around to trying it out. You should try it out.
I got up at four am to stand in line and hear the chants. I’m embarrassed to say I even wore a bindi dot (which is kind of like going to Jamaica and getting corn row braids on holiday: it’s lame.) I chanted. I prayed. I meditated. But