What if the educational system got an overhaul with… loving kindness and enthusiasm? We know it needs it. Here it is, embodied. Please meet Mr. Donovan Taylor Hall (@donofriend on Instagram). He’s a youth (and parent) coach helping kids build a positive relationship with themselves through 3 key skills: gratitude, growth mindset, and self talk.
Deep wisdom that spans from the microbiome to farming activism to hospice care. I asked Zach Bush to talk to us about the foundational grace of biology so that I could connect the dots to the human spirit. Why does a cell and a human choose to live more vibrantly or choose its demise?
Gratitude is a form of MEDICINE. It helps us connect to the power of the present and to each other’s hearts. And there is so much to give (and receive) right now…
We can’t instantly LEAP from pain to joy, from suffering to radiance. There are steps—a healing sequence.
Pulling off the New Age blinders and getting out of toxic situations…
Loss brings out our truest self. And while grace doesn’t come naturally to all of us—especially when we lose—it can be cultivated… if you go out of your way to be grateful. Let me tell you a story. It all starts in the ladies room, in a snowy city, five minutes before my curtain call…
How can you thank another human for that Holy showing?
Your life is beyond words.
But now that you are stronger, reach deep into the natural order of things
and with your hewn respect
thank them for their own exquisite suffering.
After one more trip around the sun, here are a few of my learnings (some of which came down like honey, others, like a sledgehammer. #reallife ):
#TellThemNow. The intimacy of gratitude will blow your life wide open. (+ a Father’s Day video that will have you weeping)
One of my least favourite behaviours of mine is withholding love. I’m hugely proud to say that it rarely happens. (If you’re going to boast about anything, let it be your capacity for loving.) But it still happens. It’s a reservedness that creeps over my usually boundless heart. I tell myself that staying quiet will give me shelter (from what?*), but it isn’t shelter at all.
A strong sense of purpose, holding space for unfolding, takes no shit, lion-hearted Masculinity in sweet devotion to the Divine Feminine…
My gratitude for all of this burns in my solar plexus. Sometimes I push against it. I have to consciously breathe it in — choose to expand rather than contract, choose to let it melt any illusions of lack. Mostly, I breathe, and smile deeply, and say Thank you. And then I detach a bit. Because you know, I don’t think I have much to do with anyone else’s a-ha’s. And I just get on with being expressive…grateful…expressive…grateful.
This ain’t just a blog, or a drop in the bucket, this is a sacred feeding-post on the way to more.