What would be possible if we got really good at detecting the split off universes in our bodies, the unhelpful stories, and the made-up structures of life with crystal clarity and became a bigger space? What would we stop struggling with? How easily might step right out of our limitations? What kind of magic might be unleashed if we could step out of all small spaces and reclaim our oneness? If we came in contact with the ground, became the ground in some way, would we be nothing but our “true self”, our real self? What might fall away and …
Category: Letting Go
I was recently given an assignment to create a vision board of what I wanted to bring forth into life. I love to collage and so I sat down with the idea of what I wanted to bring forth….the deepest experience of homecoming in the midst of life as it is, fun, play and vitality. That sounded like an amazing a juicy collage. As I sat down with my magazines and started looking for images, I felt a total block. A friend who was also working on this asked me if I was in resistance to the assignment. As I …
This past week has been intense. I was in a gathering the other night where we all checked in and as I sat in silence, I wondered how to name what was happening for me. An image came right away. When I was in labor with my first child, it became clear he had flipped upside down and was stuck that way. From the moment we discovered his position, my midwives told me not to push. Sometimes that physical urge is described as similar to the urge to throw up or sneeze, but with exponential intensity. Try stoping that when …
In general when a child asks me a question, I feel a responsibility to answer their question with good will and honesty. “What time is it?” 11:58 I might answer. Specifically, when a person asks me a question shortly after I have already answered the question, I can get playful. “What time is it?” Now, I say. Dinner time, I say. Daytime, I say.
In our time focused culture we give a lot of power to the clock, to the ordering of the world in precise organized ways. Time is a real thing. We experience ourselves and others aging. We …
I love walking the labyrinth. I am fortunate to have several labyrinths available to me with a short drive from home. Invariably I try to get myself oriented on the path and just as reliably, the path itself keeps undoing me with each twist and turn. I thought I was surely almost in the middle when I am led to the very outside ring. I thought I was almost out, when I take a turn towards the center.
Imagine my bemusement today as I settled in to work on some tech issues and stumbled right into a different sort of …