Love is oneness, but not sameness. Yes, you and me, we are one, we are of the same fabric, but we are unique and quite different. Fear criticizes, compares, and is threatened by this difference, but love sees, celebrates, and trusts this difference. Love holds difference in regards so high, that wings are born into being, because to love is to fly. Free, uninhibited, liberated, to sail across the sky into the sunrise and shine its’ shiniest beams for all the world to be warmed by.
Read MoreOur worth doesn't wax and wane with an accessory change, it is always there, sparkling in its’ own starlight, free of the dependence upon its’ role as a center piece. Why? Because we know that we are never actually the center piece, we are a piece of the center, and that center is the source of all of creation. This knowing, that we are made of “IT”, come from “IT”, and are part of “IT” is our personal and collective power. Encapsulating “IT” into words is inconceivable, but perhaps, “integrated truth” could be a start.
Read MoreAddress your addictions like you would a child and explore where there was a band-aid slapped on your knee without ever actually cleaning the wound. Air it out, because every single one of us has skinned knees. Care for it like you would any other wound and trust that one day telling the story of that scar on your knee will be a battle wound you are proud to have overcome.
Read MoreToday is the day that we affirm our roots as sacred. Today, we, made of stardust, stand before the Van Gogh sky, encircled, grounded, and held by all of our reason roots. We behold them with honor and respect and we consciously choose to activate our snake named Passion to energize and actualize our vast potential, for ourselves and for all of humanity.
Read MorePeace is no floozy and she doesn’t sleep around. She is sacred and settles for nothing less than your sincere devotion to her presence. So when we choose to keep regret, shame, and self loathing at the royal table, she absolutely will not sit down and partake. It is time to kindly excuse that gangly cast of characters. Send them off with gratitude, for they are the clarity of contrast. To forgive is to clear the table, so Peace can take her place at the head, and with her magic wand, cast spells and call in those deserving of a seat in her royal court.
Read MoreWe regularly interchange yoga from noun to verb, like it’s a place for us go and something for us to do. However, in neither of these scenarios, are we touching upon what the true essence of yoga is, which doesn’t reside at a studio, or in a Downward Facing Dog, but as the state in which we “be.” Yoga is union. It is the marriage of all parts of you, with you, minus the legal contract and the 50k ceremony. There is nothing we can do, or perform, or have, to hit all of the benchmarks that would then qualify us as a grade A “yogi.” Yoga is not something to accomplish and receive a trophy for, it is something to feel.
Read MoreTo have an open mind is to: mind your openness. Because it’s not static. It’s not like you can swing it open, place the door stopper there, and Shazam, now your mind is open for all of eternity. Open does not necessarily equal awesome. Open is not simply the opposite of closed. It’s more like the screening process at the airport, you have to ‘mind’ to it, just like you mind to your teeth and your toenails. When you don’t brush your teeth, they are grimy and your breath stinks. When the door of your mind is unattended, all kinds of sketchy characters will saunter in and make your mind grimy and your thoughts stink
Read MoreToday and every day I must choose to commit to my “no armor” armor which is to embrace that everyone has a right to reject me. To release the idea that my worth is dependent upon anyone else’s approval, is my ultimate, unbridled freedom. In this spacious place is where I can master the art of my sword, which is the willingness to walk alone, away from pre programmed, plastic policies straight into the woods of wonderment, where frolicking is the only form of transportation, passion is the alarm clock, and laughter is the required attire.
Read MoreUnlike the mind, creation cannot be diagrammed, or dialogued, or mapped, or understood. Any threat to constrict, control, or contrive this space is its’ own suffocation. Creativity will gasp for air in anything but pure “is-ness.” You absolutely cannot follow a paint-by-number to live your masterpiece, the same way you cannot subscribe to the vast number of agendas spiked into the kool-aid and served to us on the daily, at the bar of society.
Read MoreI want to be free.
And that right there, is the problem, because to want freedom is to deny its’ existence in this now moment. Freedom always humbly resides exactly where you are. Freedom is like Cinderella’s carriage, it turns into the metaphorical pumpkin the very moment that seeking or wanting or yearning arises.
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