Image from Magdalas.com - follow her Facebook page for all sorts of lovely insights! When I read the above quote it kind of blew my mind in that things started to click for me in a new way around flow, abundance, and giving and receiving. I viewed flow state as sort of its own thing. … Continue reading Receiving and giving, it’s really the same. (Plus, a giveaway to kick-off the giving-receiving season!)
Image from Instagram account @roseunfolding You worry too much. Live out loud. Your thighs look great. Stop wondering about what will unfold. It’s all beautiful. Trust. You are a badass. Play! Don’t wait until you are an old wrinkled coot to play and be crazy. Try some pottery. Get some new lipstick for crying out … Continue reading Some advice from my future self (aka “old fart Sarah”)
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?)
So many people are passing through hard times. Pretty much everyone in my life actually. And lots of people who I don't know, too. I want to hug each and everyone of you (whether I know you or not - I am originally from the Midwest after all. We hug everyone!)
The creation of the art might be a spiritual act, but if you keep it to yourself you have only done half of the work. In sharing it with the outside world you make it sacred. That final step can feel scary and vulnerable but it's also so freaking POWERFUL. It becomes a full circle moment. Not just receiving but giving it back to source in a new way.
You are life itself! It's time to bloom! (Also, that's a tiny orchid in the picture which may just be my new favorite flower. So tiny! So cute! Let's hope I don't kill it. I may be life itself but my inability to keep orchids alive might cast doubt on that assertion...)
I would like to now interject and add, What kind of nutty conditioning have I undergone that makes the embracing of joy so difficult and dare I say REBELLIOUS? I have this precious life in a body, a body that can eat starbursts (yes the candy) and go roller skating and sing karaoke and dance to "Thriller" and climb trees and paint pictures! HOW AMAZING IS THAT!
I feel like a butterfly that is figuring out how the heck to get untangled from its cocoon. It’s a little awkward.
At some point this past year I decided I wanted my life to be about pursuit of joy rather than reduction of suffering. And to paraphrase Frost, it has made all the difference.
This past week I was finding myself teetering between shutting down ("I'm going to ignore Facebook right now") and also automatically writing the story's ending. ("This is Nazi, Germany. This escalates from here. Next comes the [insert parade of horrors]").
But then I realized that when my mind creates that ending, that is the ending we get. So I decided to choose a different ending. This story will end with love of millions raising voices and declaring, we demand ferocious, expansive love that protects, lifts, reunites and heals.