It’s fairly easy to conceive of a collective consciousness that is loving. Essentially, people who are compassionate, kind, uplifting to the world.
When we pray for the strength to protect others, I believe that we magnetize more Light into our lives. Because it’s universal law–to give is to receive.
All communication begins with intention. A loving word, or flipping someone the bird. A treatise on feminism, or an ageist tweet out to your peers.
There’s so much sanity to just flowing with someone’s predictability— their norm, their nature. Accept it. Forgive it. Just tolerate it; or peace out if you don’t want it in your life. But don’t waste too much time trying to change it.
I can be my most very very softest self with you. There isn’t a word in the English language that can convey my gratitude for that.
You have never once made me feel wrong, or wicked, or insane, or not hot — even when I felt all of those things. You always make me feel righteous, and loving, and strong, and totally hot.
Imagine being excited by EVERYTHING that you’re up to. Imagine looking at your day planner and thinking, “My life is so obviously great. OBVIOUSLY.” Imagine feeling incredibly free and empowered.
You want that, right?
Then here’s the password to all that spaciousness and power. One word: No.
…and by that I mean: Even type-A personalities and wildly productive grown-ups put things off. But what we might critique as procrastination can be a misdiagnosis for instinct. One of the effects of living in a hyper-productive society is that intuitive resistance can get labeled as procrastination. But…
…and by that I mean: Your week is filled with a few opportunities to put up and shut up. And where does that get you? Repressed, suppressed, officially oppressed. Not taking any shit doesn’t mean you’ve got to fight or get scrappy — though sometimes, that’s exactly what you need to do — loudly.
My most-read posts EVER happened last month: The apple experiment, calling back your power and morning rituals. April Roundup.
Soul Truth Declarations -- yours for the declaring. Take what you want. Leave the rest. Stretch to believe if it feels good to do so. My true nature is luminous. I have everything that I need in this moment to move to the next moment. Absolutely everything is...
I was moving out of a house recently and told a friend I was going to smudge the place. (You know, “smudge” — you burn some sage and clean the energy out. Stay with me, this is going to get more logical for some of you. Actually…it will probably get weirder.)
“You know gentlemen,” Miten said as he strummed his guitar, “I think this lyric speaks to the masculine, to the heart of our sexuality. It’s what we’re here to give the world, you know. So it’s a bit radical, but would all the men in the audience please stand up.” Silence. All the men in the concert hall rise. The women started looking around, behind our seats, next to us, taking it in, softly smiling, nodding to each other, like, “Well THIS should be interesting.” …
A little story to start the weekend… TO INDIA WE GO Just about to turn thirty, I was given a rare opportunity to have a private audience with His Holiness The Dalai Lama. “Hey kid,” my boss said on the other end of the phone, “I think I’ve got us a meeting with the...
These exercises aren’t fluffy Q&A’s repackaged from all the self-help seminars we’ve all been to. These worksheets have some traction. You’ll think. You’ll go deeper. You’ll let go. You’ll take action.
March 2013 Roundup: Charging toward the New York Times Bestseller List and not getting there + Dream Shrinkage + Do you compare your pain to others’?
March 2011 Roundup: Dusty (and happy) from a sojourn to my Southwestern stomping grounds. Allowing the sacred hot-tubbing time to alchemize cynicism into shrewdness.
November 2010 Roundup: 30 days of grandiose gifts. And the champagne is still flowing.
You just need to keep your eye on your real power source, or you get all fancy and you start wearing sunglasses when you sit down at the computer.
Georgia O’Keefe’s austerity is divine. I also happen to like Geishas, monks and a lot of what Donna Karan does that is NOT black.
When you receive a hand-written letter from a woman your age in Kosovo who has five kids and no running water, and she’s thanking you for helping her to build her confidence and hope, you know you’re doing something worthwhile, as little as it is.