I will never ever join you in your hopelessness.
I will never ever believe that things are as helpless as you may temporarily believe.
I will always orient you toward solution.
I will always indicate what we must NOW do.
I will never harp on your “wrong” turns.
I will only ever guide you back in the “right” direction.
You can choose to line up with me to replenish your sense of hope and renew your sense of purpose or you can choose to continue having the same old negative and depleting conversations with other scared, disconnected people.
That mind of yours - that “thinking cap” you wear - can be plugged into whatever thought form you choose. A mob-mentality or predominant popular opinion may be a challenge to avoid but YOUR point of focus, YOUR place of attention is always YOUR choice.
Step away from the others for a second.
Put down your devices and their constant stream of information.
Connect to me first, before anything or anyone else. Seek me out at the center of your being. Regularly. Daily. Whenever you need.
I am always here for you.
So is peace.
So is calm.
So many inspired ideas.
So many ways to assist, to be a positive contribution to the world in which you live.
I hold all the answers to your questions.
I possess the maps to all your desired destinations.
And I will always be your safe space of regeneration and renewal, no matter the chaos that surrounds.
- The Source Within/Your Inner Divinity
People may tell you that the world you live in- the way you perceive the world around you - just isn't reality. The things you see, feel into, or believe in are not real.
What they actually mean is that you threaten their concept of reality. People will judge and negate that which they fear and are unable to understand. The truth is that we all have different levels of sensitivity. We sense and perceive the world around us as it appears to us. And because of that, we may not see the same things. But it's all fine. There's room for all of us. We all serve different purposes and we can all peacefully coexist. Those who see a purple sky and those who couldn't ever imagine it not being blue.
Today I will look in the mirror without criticizing my appearance; wishing this or that was smaller/bigger/tighter. I will not reject any reflection of this holy body, the current home of my soul. I will release myself from the clutches of popular opinion, remembering that trends are ever-changing, that standards can be optional, and that perspective is merely a choice. I will say goodbye to old habits of self-criticism. I will welcome the euphoria of self-approval and the personal power that can only come from self-appreciation. I will recognize the purpose in my uniqueness and the miraculous magic of the human form.
And I will revel in my freedom.
So often we are sleepwalking through this existence without recognizing how magical the seemingly mundane really is. Everything within our world is alive and speaking to us. If we allow it, that is. If we can open up to this constant communication we can fully appreciate its beauty and receive its gifts. These sights can wake us up from our ordinary humanness. They can connect us to something bigger - to the essence of who we really are - beyond our monotony. They can remind us of our eternal nature, our responsibility, our greater purpose and our connection to everything everywhere.
Back when I was acting, I brought a "touched up" headshot into an audition. By "touched up" I mean completely airbrushed. My skin was perfect porcelain and there was not a wrinkle, line, or any evidence of sun damage on my face. After I read for the part, the casting director said, "Can I give you some advice? Get new headshots. This looks like your much younger sister or someone else. You've lived life. You've had experiences. This isn't you. We want to see you." As bluntly as it was put, I still appreciated the truth bomb.
What if all the wear and tear and wisdom that life has gifted you is what makes you interesting? What if it makes you you? What if you didn't need to be anyone else? What if you were perfect just as you are?
Nostalgia is a treat best enjoyed briefly. Spend too long savoring the flavor, its naturally nourishing warmth turns cold, inciting the inevitable feelings of sadness and longing for what used to be. But every moment spent reliving the past, every attempt to recreate what was, is only a distraction from all the delicious experiences in front of you right here and now, just waiting to be devoured. Turn off the mind and its incessant associations and be here now. Nothing is sweeter.
Well, maybe chipwiches.
And now I want a chipwich.
I was in Sprouts the other day and “My Favorite Things” from the Sound of Music soundtrack was playing, which is a pretty odd supermarket music choice, right? I thought so. Either way, I was really happy I heard it because it made me realize something: that song is pretty much THE answer. To EVERYTHING.
Ok. Not to everything. But possibly to every negative shift in mood. Every fearful reaction - thought or feeling.
“... I simply remember my favorite things and then I don’t feel so bad.”
Um yeah. Duh. When you focus on your favorite things or think of people that you appreciate and love, you don’t feel AS bad. It doesn’t mean that you ignore your emotional reaction or “spiritually bypass” your current circumstance, but you just don’t linger there in helpless identification too long.
It’s not that the shitty stuff that happened or the issue you are dealing with is going to go away but it definitely prevents the fear and negative momentum around it from growing. It raises your overall mood (energetic vibration) so that you can actually get space around whatever circumstance you’re in and view it with some distance. And more than that, you can be energetically open enough to receive solutions. Because as we know, solutions are never found at the same level as the problem. I mean, even Einstein said that.
And because our nervous system can’t tell the difference between something that we are actually presently experiencing and something we are just imagining or remembering as an experience - we can have the same emotional reaction to an actual event as to a memory or fantasy of an event. This is the reason why people say “think of your happy place” and it tends to work.
My Favorite Things. So simple and totally worth doing. I mean, isn’t that what we really all want anyways? To not feel so bad... or really, to feel good/better/happier?
Thanks, Sprouts and the musical theater lover who chooses your playlist.
There was a beautiful plant that lived on my front steps. It was something I had inherited from the previous tenant but over the past few years I had adopted it and treated it as my own. It was in a bright blue pot which was the perfect compliment to the various succulents planted within it, as the colors were all quite vibrant including a particularly gorgeous bright red. I would charge my crystals in its soil during full moons. Even though I have little knowledge about plants or gardening, I really enjoyed watching it grow. It was the most eye pleasing spot on an otherwise uninteresting porch. It made me happy to see it.
This morning I came outside to find that this plant was gone. My first thought was "who the hell steals a plant?!" Maybe it was some intoxicated asshole thinking he or she was funny. Maybe it was someone who believes they have so little in their life that they need to take from others. And that sounds like a miserable existence. That sounds like punishment enough.
And while I'm sad that this beautiful object is gone, in truth it was never mine in the first place. Maybe nothing ever really is. I just got to enjoy it for awhile and give it some love. And in return, it gave me a little morning lesson in non-attachment. And forgiveness. So thank you, plant. I really hope your new "owner" treats you kindly.
I've started saying thank you to the subjects of my photographs. It happened organically one day and I later realized why. On some level it must have registered that these flowers and plants and places are always giving me gifts. Whether it's just a pretty picture to share, creative inspiration, or a much needed moment to sit in non-judgment, appreciation, and stillness - I always leave with something. And so, as you do when someone hands you a gift, I say thank you out of recognition and respect.
I've found that the more things I make sacred in my world, the more beautiful and magical the world truly becomes.
"When we walk on the earth with reverence, beauty will decide to trust us." - John O 'Donohue
This crew made me stop and take note. Omg gorgeousness.
Sometimes I can't believe how I walk in the world now. The things that jump out at me now versus then. My younger self would have completely ignored this beauty. She probably would have tossed her cigarette butt on this sidewalk in a frenzy of anxiety or a cloud of melancholy and sped off on her way to nowhere in particular. She had no idea what was right in front of her the whole time. Man, am I thankful for her. Without the dark we can't recognize the light. Contrast can be so vital to appreciation. The funny part is I'll probably say the same thing about me now in another 10 years.