Becoming seemed to mean being wrapped up in the bold blanket of my own love. They’d always said it, they had, but you can never fully understand anything until you feel it in your body. You just can’t.
We are emerging now from the moon in her darkest phase. A time to incubate and to unfold into life, instead of chasing it. A time of wisdom and introspection. Planting the seeds of our desires and allowing them to come to fruition as the moon reaches her peak of fullness again mid-month. This ...
It can actually feel like ecstasy if one drops their prejudices and embraces their feelings with curiosity and compassion. I started playing with it and getting truly ecstatic, and if it doesn't feel great, I am now able to still be with it, and feel it. My ego is going mad, but this terror ...
All you actually need to have to do that dreaded Thing is a few seconds of stubbornness, enough stubbornness to try, to make a little teeny tiny small and smelly promise to yourself that you will try, that you're open to it not working and looking stupid and feeling small.
No one would know a tree had in it the secret power of becoming, this arduous task to burst into grace. No one questioned its tumultuous process of arriving, regal garlands growing in its hair. No one would think months ago a tree would be born anew. But this season has always come. There is a ...