As I write the title for this post, I’m already laughing at myself.  I’m writing this to speak to the power of dropping this endless crusade to ‘Let Go‘ of unwanted things, feelings, aspects, and realities, and begin to ‘Let BE’ instead.  Not because it’s another favorable “method”, but because in case you haven’t noticed (speaking to myself here), it already IS as it IS.  Thought...

Today, it feels as though the other shoe has dropped.  The one that’s been hanging around, forever. And of course, that’s only NOW. I’ve seen the truth of the illusion… so clearly so, that it left only AWE in its wake. And yet…the illusion is here. The images, the thoughts, they dance their dance and they ask for no permission. They are life…witnessing itself, loving itself.  What it’s knowing itself...

This has been a year of staggering change for me.  On the level of the story that is. On the level of BEING… everything is exactly as it ever was, nothing has changed at all. Have you ever noticed that? That in the midst of all seeming chaos or even all seeming loveliness, there is something in you that is unmoved.  It’s that very same thing that makes you say things like, “I’m _____ age? I don’t feel ____...

-  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  - 1. I wish I would have worried more about stuff. 2. I wish I would have worn a smaller pants size. 3. I wish I would have been harder on myself for everything. 4. I wish I would have toned my abs. 5. I wish I would have spent more time regretting the past. 6. I wish I...

” I found the secret to life…  I’m okay when everything is not okay.” — Tori Amos, Upside Down   Hello Beautiful’s, I’ve been meaning to write a post for ever-so-long, but between the launch of The Book, and a plate-full of work, the moment hasn’t come… until now. Oh, now. You are so sweet in all your nowness. ;) Always surprising me with some delicious experience to be savored… even the...

For the majority of my life I simultaneously feared/rejected and yet mentally chased-after the desires that appeared to me, and well… that hurt. Then one day new teachings arrived, and I began radically embracing all desires and no rejection of them would be tolerated.  But there was a belief in control running, and after a time, I couldn’t help but notice… I didn’t have any. and that hurt too, at first. Then, through a...

Oh how I admire the real wave riders of this world. Those who break the dawn on the powerful swell of the sea; those who merge, fearlessly, with the rise and fall of the brutal and beautiful depths; those that know the grace that’s hidden in the challenge. But I am not a real wave rider… just a metaphorical one. And I love that. I love that just as their physicality expresses the rarity of this precious adventure, so do these words. ...

As you may have noticed if you are a regular reader here, I like to write about ONE.  About the total lack of separation anywhere. About the undeniable THIS-ness of THIS…all of this. Not about the connectedness of all things, because connectedness is still separation on some level, and I can’t find that anymore. I used to, don’t get me wrong, but now that I’ve seen otherwise I can never go back to seeing it the same way...

One morning I awoke before dawn and padded out into a frozen field, wrapped in a winters blanket. The ice was fierce on my naked feet, but I wanted to know the cold. When I reached the center of the field, I sat in its darkness and waited… until even the sound of my breath was a hush that couldn’t be found. I waited until the emptiness grew so achingly vivid that it broke my heart wide open. Hot tears pooled the well of my eyes, and...

First, let’s clear something up. Everything I write is written for me. To me, as me. When I say “you“, I mean me. When I say “me“, I mean “you“.  Somewhere in the middle of all that, is LIFE —without need of any of those goofy labels — just playing it’s wonderful play. There is no teller, and no told. No writer, and no reader. No teacher, and no student.  There is just a stream of words that...

In the last month, not one, but two of my absolutely amazing sisters gave birth to beautiful new babies. I got to be there for both of the births, but in different ways for each one.  I would love to write a whole article just in tribute to the miracle that is my sisters, but that’s for another post. As I sat there in witness to this incredible event, and watched the contraction monitor moving up and down, it hit me that life is like...

shhhhhhhhh…  come closer now and sit by the crackling fire. The stone of this hearth will warm you, if you will allow it. Sit, while I pour you some tea, and wrap you in these looming fables. Let the silence whisper something to you, that I could never say. Let the flick of an ember into darkness, remind you. Let the quiet glisten on the bones of this house, and the earth tuck neatly for the tale. The hum of this rocker on wooden planks...

So I’m turning 35 tomorrow.  (and yes, I did feel it was necessary to include the obligatory sun-rays picture)  To be honest birthdays have felt more and more inconsequential to me these days, I don’t mind them coming, but they don’t feel like a really big deal either.  Just a nice day… with possible cake. ;) But today I suddenly thought about my 30th birthday, and the 5 years that have passed since then.  For it was on...

I love Fall.  and the word Fall.  and everything about Fall. Just think, an entire season named after the act of unessential pieces perishing and falling away. Making room for new life, for the weight of winter rest, for new beginnings… and I was born in Fall, so perhaps I have some root affinity for it in this life. Some innate call to be re-born every time Fall comes around. It’s a nice story anyway, and who knows? And the meaning...