Also...
…the only way to get off the
Crazy Train
is to jump.
Witches
I was just thinking about what the word witch means to me. It means she who accepts ownership of her own experience.
I remember rest -
it’s somewhere between
doing
and
sleeping.
Love doesn’t always feel
like some cushy
soft blanket for snuggling.
Sometimes it feels edgy and sharp and stern.
Sometimes it bites.
This just in...
Enlightenment isn’t for somebody
smarter than you, better than you
or cuter than you.
It’s not a relic of the past
or a hologram from the future.
it’s you, Now.
Go look in the mirror and see
what Enlightenment looks like.
Please don’t rush through
the stuff that feels hard.
There’s so much there
that needs you!
Another secret....
I think the secret to having it good
is knowing how good you have it.
Sudden realization....
I’m not that great of a person
And I’m not trying to get any better.
Regret's Great Secret
Regret can only exist in your mind
You can change your mind
Faker
When I was in my 20’s, the medium we hired to rid the front hallway of Victorian era ghosts said she saw me in the future with my hands, joyful, deep in the dirt. I scoffed even though she had indeed cleared our hallway of ghosts. Gardening never seemed like a good idea. It looked like hard work on hot days and a whole lot of fussiness. When I finally did take it up, I did so purely because I wanted a garden in my backyard. I was faking at being a gardener; I was all about planning and expecting, measuring and calculating. My brow was furrowed a lot. And, I was right, it was hard work on hot days and a whole lot of fussiness.
But now, I’m a gardener. A real one. I crave the earth under my toes, my hands, joyful, deep in the dirt. My plants give me a lot of leeway but they help me with this need I have for my offerings to be received, fully, and without judgement. And this other need I have for my offerings to be put to use. They are teaching me that it’s never about achieving or accomplishing - it’s about staying in the garden as long as you can.
Make Room
As if we have to eke out our pleasures. As if they were limited. As if holding back now will make space for a bigger tomorrow. Let me tell you, this is your chance to enjoy. Every moment you enjoy grows the next. That’s the only food for enjoyment. More enjoyment.
Premise
All of my clever and brilliant questions were useless because my premise - the premise I was SO sure about - was completely wrong.
Holding on to guilt keeps the pain alive. Release the guilt, if you can, and free yourself and others to experience something new.
No more
prefab conversations,
please.
Anger is the bodyguard of sadness. - Liza Palmer
You Are THAT Important.
This symphony needs your particular instrument. It needs you to show up for practice, be willing to play off-key and know you are more adept than some and less adept than others of your fellow musicians. It needs you to forget the notes and then remember them; it also needs you to forget your sheet music at home and trudge back in the rain to get it and bear the scrutiny of the other players as you arrive late, wet and angry. It needs you to miss a performance entirely because the world got hold of you and know that someone else is in your seat, performing your music, potentially better than you. This symphony needs you to play brilliantly on some opening nights but to also fail miserably on others and let yourself be supported by the players who are having a better night. It needs you to be humble enough to accept the magnitude of your gifts and confident enough to know you are a beginner, always. It needs you to be praised one moment and panned the next, yet never miss one authentic note. It needs you to free yourself from illusions of perfection and accept your limits with kindness and humor. It needs you to perform with the same grace and skill when the conductor seems kind and supportive, as you do when she seems cruel and antagonistic. It needs you to doubt yourself every step of the way, and still pick up your instrument and play. This symphony needs you.
