Writer, teacher, poet, editor, empath, seeker, songbird and, yes, Elton John freak. Seek opportunities to write, blog, rant, confess, interview, research, and illuminate the lives of my subjects.
So, my advice (to myself, more than anyone else) is to love your big ass and your juicy face and your real life.
Don’t waste your life living up to the expectations of others.
They won’t regret what you didn’t do. You will.
WHEN THINGS ARE FALLING APART, LET THEM.
Let them. Open your fist and drop seeds into the damp soil at your feet.
Water them – with your prayers, your effort, your energy, your hope.
Those fields of possibility represent you.
Notice that they stretch for as far as your eye can see.
Human beings are vibrating force fields of energy. We draw in what we put out.
Have you ever noticed (be honest) that the people who bitch the most, have the most life experiences to bitch about?
Why is that?
Because they’re living in the ungrateful state of ‘poor-poor-pitiful-me,’ wondering why the world’s largess is being delivered in the county of ‘gawd, it’s a gorgeous day, isn’t it?’
I’ve stopped numbing my sensitive nature. Instead I see my empathy as a valuable life skill. I am gentle, kind, and soft-hearted.
And that’s OK.
If I cannot allow myself to be vulnerable, if I cannot allow myself to be seen as fragile and imperfect, then I will miss out on the best, richest, most luminous parts of life.
And I don’t want to do that anymore.
I love being awake while others sleep. It is as though I am living in a world within a world — one that most folks miss out on — too busy walking briskly within the designated lines and structures of modern society. I like being the first to open the page of a new day. I like staring into its crisp white blankness and wondering what will unfold.
Expect the unexpected. Things are coming to a head. Secrets will be spilled, fires started, mountains moved. This is just the beginning.
FALL DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE.
Revel in a musky nest.
Every one of us needs several side orders of tasty, truly toe-curling love-bird kisses with ‘someone who thinks [we're] wonderful.’
I know I sure do.
END GOALS ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.
End goals revolve around our need to ‘make meaning’ in our lives. End goals are the goals that encompass what we truly want out of life.
Experiences: Who do I want to spend my time with? What do I most want to experience? What places to I want to see?
Growth: What do I most want to learn? How do I want to grow as an individual during my life?
Contribution: What do I want to do to give back to the larger world? What sort of contribution will I make with my life?
THIS LIFE’S A FRAGILE THING.
At any moment, for any one of us, this ride might be over. The only thing we can do with that knowledge — that bittersweet punch in the gut — is live. Make a contribution to life on earth. Grow a bigger heart and soul. Experience love: sticky and sweet and overwhelming as it might be. Get hurt. Get knocked down. Keep going. Go barefoot. Watch the clouds. Savor this precious day. This.
This, my dears, is it.
F*ck you, brain cancer
"Angels. Guardians. Guides. Seers. Never doubt their presence or their care for you. I saw them first hand this week. I saw them running to help me after I fell. I saw them in children handing me bags of ice and towels and offering to call an ambulance. I saw them as I stumbled into the ER: angels dressed as doctors and nurses, sopping up my blood, talking to me through the fog surrounding me and making sure I was OK. [...] I saw them in the faces of my friends standing around my bed, telling me over and over, I'd be OK, while some broken part of me floated up by the ceiling, watching it all."
However, the reality is, humanity’s greatness lies in the single-minded brilliance and resilience of individual people taking action.
So, what can I do today to change the world? Collectively, drop by drop, person by person, we can turn the tide.
"It's your mind that creates the world." ~ Buddha
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