Your family members are going to be who they are most of the time. There’s so much sanity to just letting yourself flow with someone else’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 wishing you could change it. Bless it.
A prayer to say before you pray, making ALL we do an offering for ALL.
How do you “give it over to God”? It starts with knowing this: your pain is what God is most urgently interested in—like any parent with their child. “Let’s get this healed so you can go out and play.” When we’re brave enough to bring our pain to the surface, The Divine can take it from there.
I’ve always prayed. To heal. To have. I pray for people I love and people I have a hard time liking. I’ve sat in prayer circles petitioning rain and for someone’s cancer to dissolve. I know dozens of prayers from various faiths. I’ve published prayers. Danced them. Sang them. Sweat them. In reverence, in shock, in exquisite thanks.
I pray differently now.
Here’s a gentle, inclusive prayer for our gatherings.
For the love of God,
The truth crusading! The justice making!
The fires, the floods, the impact.
And the undeniable RISING of… us.
Show me how to love myself truly and entirely. Show me how to eat, sleep and move my body for nourishment, restoration, celebration. Show me how to embody everything that is my joy.
As our American friends head to the polls today, I wanted to offer this to all of us: Look for Light with more intensity than ever… and vote for it.
I adore this prayer. I think it sums up relentless compassion—it covers all the bases of service and protection.
“OM TARE TUTTARE TURE SOHA” Nature is begging us to make fast, respectful changes to how we consume and care for the earth…and each other.
I saw a Muslim man roll out his prayer carpet in Union Square park
to prostrate to his god.
People, dogs, pigeons, were passing by his intimacy.
When we’re healthy and happy we make sure to dance, we pick up the phone to check in, we drop by with something in hand.
Desire enchants you to the woods
and has you push through the muck
with the patience of a Lotus.
Search everywhere for your keys.
And then she makes you drive all night, desire,
With no map or insurance.
Listen to me
I am one of you
desirous broken open perpetual…
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.
Guidance doesn’t have to come as a lightning strike or as a white dove on your fire escape, looking you in the eye. Guidance can be (and I think it usually is), those notions that you can’t get out of your mind. Persistent wonderings, recurring names, places, things—gentle heart cues…
I have not known Shams or oil wells in my living room.No inheritance, nor near death experiences.
The bird reminds me that Joy is worth dying for.
And that in my house there is so very much to worship…
There will be a time, a passage when you don’t really know who you were, or are, or can be. It’s natural, it’s divine, and it’s the chemistry of beautiful, awesome change. This passage can happen in big dramatic swells, as years of not quite knowing what you want to do; or seasons of confusion that aren’t quite depressing, but confusing enough to invite sadness in…
Every week or so, I notice this guy on my street sitting on the curb between parked cars. Crossed legged. Spine straight. Facing the same side of the street every time. He’s become our urban Buddha statue, reminding us to be still….
you are more than your name your frame your DNA more plenty than all that you have…
Dogma comes in all kinds of packaging — usually just the right size to fit our insecurities and blind spots. Whether you’re fighting for peace (what a searing oxymoron that is,) or you’re converting meat-eaters to veggie burgers, you do what you do because it feels really good to think you’re right…
Everyone is struggling with the same thing: fear of being his or her true self. Everyone from artists to start-ups to high-level CEO’s; everyone. And still, I’ve gotta ask, “Do you want to be scared or do you want to be broke? Do you want to be scared, or do you want to move forward?”
What do you know to be true, unquestionably beyond doubt, certain with every cell of your being, completely, passionately, righteously certain?
Before we spiritualize and shellac the error of our ways, it’s incredibly useful to put our faux pas under the microscope. It’s liberating. It’s grown up. It’s dignified. And best of all, once you see your mistakes for what they are–you are more certain to good and truly move on…
I dream of children being taught mindfulness in school, and a movement of conscious birth choices and parenting, and technologies that heal.
Each one of my soul sisters was love and bad laughs at first site. My best clients began with amazing conversations in bars and at conferences.
“Her Morning Elegance” – from the album “The Opposite Side of the Sea”, written and produced by Oren Lavie. © 2009 A Quarter Past Wonderful.
I traveled a lot of miles, with a bag full of Big Questions to bring to the sanctuary of the Christ in The Desert Monastery. Me, in my well-abused rental car and straw hat, ready for a cosmic breakthrough, I wanted some divine answers, dammit. I hoped to hear something omniscient and awe-inspiring by the cemetery overlook, or to find an eagle feather on my canyon hike. Maybe a coyote or a monk would cross my path just when I asked my heart-bleeding question and that would be my Big Sign…
Our hearts are the altars. Our days, when lived awake, are another chance to know the joys of what matters most.
This weekend my son and I ended up at a Sand Mandala ceremony guided by Tibetan Monks. Incredibly complex patterns are painstakingly built by trinkling grains of coloured sand into their microscopic places. All that work. Then poof!