May my suffering be of service.
When the suffering is almost intolerable.When you’ve had all you think you can take. When you can’t comprehend what the “gift” in the pain might be. When it’s not making any sense. When you’re asking, God, Life, WHY?
Words can make you sick. Or healed. Heavy or light. Here’s an experiment that might prove it.
Each half of the same apple sat in its own sealed jar on our windowsill. Throughout the day, we’d walk by and say to The Apple of Positivity, “You are so awesome! You’re a winner! You are perfect, gorgeous, useful. We love you apple! Apple! You rock!” As for The Apple of Negativity…
How to burn your patterns… and accidentally belong with Zen Buddhists.
I felt that centering rush when I walked on fire for the first time. And when I cliff dove and swam with dolphins in Kona. The first time I got on stage and instead of launching into my talk, I just stood there and looked everyone in the eye.
The inevitable panic that sets in when you let go of expectations. (And why it’s good.)
Absolutely everything is a divine message because life is always calling you. I’m leaning against the fridge in a soul sister’s Brooklyn kitchen. “So Megg, Crocodiles are showing up EVERYWHERE for me lately. Like, everywhere. I’ve got to figure out what the Crocodile totem means. Do you know?” And Meggan gives me her classic eye twinkle and says, “Turn around.” Taped to the fridge door is her boy’s drawing of the day… “Shai’s Crocodile Shadow.” Alright cosmos, you have my attention…
Resentment. And how to (un)block your prosperity.
We hold on. Because Love does that. Embracing, rocking, reserving space. Love holds, it treasures, it tucks away for safe keeping, it loyally protects. Holding on is one of the many great powers of Love. To people. To relationships with people. To ideas we had about the people we relate to. We hold on to our bad habits of relating. I’ll be weak so you can feel strong. I’ll be strong so you won’t see me weak. I’ll do it so you don’t have to. I’ll confuse things because if clarity happens, things will have to change.
The Bright Privilege
Sometimes, my heart is so openI can’t tell if it is a gaping wound or a portal for everything that ever was and ever will be…
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