I think many white people -- myself included --we have thought, what's the point of speaking up? Me pointing out my uncle's racist view will do nothing to change his mind. But that logic can no longer stand.
What if we bet on ourselves for once and became our own best friend? What magic might unfold?
What keeps me listening to fear when I know it has no business being in my world? Habit mostly. The brain has been running this old crappy program that’s sorely in need of an update. It’s like I’ve still got Windows 97 running with Clippy telling me to be AFRAID, be VERY AFRAID! (Side note: did you know his official name is Clippit?)
The other night I read my daughter a book that mentioned how lobsters hide under rocks while molting a new shell. First of all: lobsters molt?! I I’m am showing my ignorance of the crustacean family here but I had no idea. Also, gross. Maine-ly I wanted an excuse to use this adorable Lobstah gif … Continue reading I’m coming out of my shell! (And it’s a little scary)
I feel like a butterfly that is figuring out how the heck to get untangled from its cocoon. It’s a little awkward.
The goal is not to repress what the heart is stirred to express (hopes, losses, despairs, longings) but rather to hold it all in love....and then release.
I hereby surrender and accept my current reality as it stands--in its messy glory, its ecstatic uncertainty.
The Heroine’s Journey is about reclaiming our vitality, our joy, and escaping the Wasteland.
Are you asking yourself this question?
According to my meditation app, in 2017 I meditated an average of 16 minutes a day with a total of 37 hours of meditation! That doesn't include my walking meditations, which I try to take every day. 2017 was the first year where meditation became a habit. I noticed if I didn't meditate. (Or to … Continue reading How about them (meditation) apples!