They think love is a tail that you have to chase, and they have made their home on the run. I do not blame them. It feels safe to live inside a box called home. But it is a type of death, the most dangerous kind.
Traveling to new neighborhoods, communities and countries allows you to experience new cultures, new and different ways of showing up, of experiencing life.
You’re going to have to look for a new safety net, because as being stoned is already part of your daily routine, it’s not going to be able to help you escape your anxiety anymore.
I notice that if I’m not connecting with my intuition and letting that guide my energy, my mind will run it for me. I have to teach 'Spazzy' how to relax.
Forgive yourself -- you are innocent. Forgive your cousin -- he was weak and impulsive and is probably living with his guilt. Forgive your parents -- they were scared and weak.
It isn't easy to release the past or anxiety, and it can take a long time to shift it, but from the very first moment of awareness of it, it loses its level of power and grip, and things are never the same again.
You’ll find that your heart has grown in size, and has stretch marks from when you crawled inside it, safe in its enveloping shelter as you prepared to give birth to your newest self.