Lessons from the praying mantis and the hummingbirds today:

Navigate through life gracefully. You can always lean on something beautiful to support you You are not any less strong when you do. You can sip from life’s nectar as often as you’d like You are not taking up anyone’s resources unnecessarily. Have no shame in brushing up against anything or anyone For everything and everyone you encounter are there to support your development and learning. But do remember to be considerate of those who’s hearts you meet, do remember that you leave an imprint on those you touch, and with a whole heart, remember that you are just one of the many among a bunch of other folks who too are just trying to figure it out. So as you lean in to someone and as you expose your heart, listen. Listen for the truth behind what someone says, for the truth in their actions, for the truth that sometimes lies underneath the first layer, the truth they may not be seeing. Remember that at the end of each adventure, you have yourself to return home to. You also have no choice but to return home at the end of your journeys. You cannot permanently live upon the flower

Continue reading

Lately…a mash up

The t h r e s h o l d it’s when the container’s overflowed It’s when the opening has narrowed It’s when you start to hold back Little pieces here and there Reallocating who receives them It’s kinda just like that A subtle internal reorganization A desire to limit the hurt from one direction The hurt that is part of everything Because nothing ever shows up in this world without a little bit of pang But there’s a threshold to the hurt There’s a threshold you design There’s a threshold you’re in charge of So figure out Just how much you’re willing to carry Just how much you’re willing to give Just how much you’re willing to hurt There is no wrong answer For its only your own threshold And it’s as ever changing as you are So when you feel the subtle shift in the other direction, go forth, it’s ok You can always change your mind You can always open up the chambers of your heart a little more But you can always close them a tad too, just enough to feel less exposed from one direction c o n n e c t i o n

Continue reading

Shed…it’s a process

Shed. Shed. Shed. Shed your fears. Shed the conditioning that isn’t congruent with how you want to live, with who you want to be, with what perspective you want to have. Shed the preconceptions. Shed the judgments. Shed the layers that no longer suit you, that no longer protect you, so you can get to the deep truths underneath. So you may return to love. So you may return to what made you grow in the first place. So you may return to the space of being unafraid of growth. Shed. Shed. Shed. In pieces. Small bits at a time. For you get no prize for dropping all the layers at once. There is no virtue in forcing and hurrying up. Be gentle with yourself as pieces splinter off. Be gentle but allow, allow the natural process of shedding to occur. And then stand there in your magnificence. A freshborn being. Old and new.

Continue reading

Unconditional Love

The sun will keep shining and the moon will keep showing herself and the birds will keep singing and the clouds will keep dancing across the sky because Mother Nature loves unconditionally, she doesn’t withhold these gifts from us when we’ve lost our way and made terrible decisions as humans and as humanity. She just shows us and blesses us with these gifts each day. I mean have you thought about it?….regardless of what happens the sun always rises and sets. Twice a day, it never misses a day. Regardless of how horrible of a tragedy was committed in the world on any given day.–and a horrible tragedy is usually committed in the world each day. And yet we are not withheld this beauty twice each day. And so, it is our responsibility to find within ourselves the capacity to love unconditionally and to show up without holding back each day, ideally twice a day. To just show up and love. Or at best, to just show up. “Even after all the time, The sun never says to the Earth, ‘you owe me.’ Look what happens with a love like that. It lights up the sky.” – Hafiz  

Continue reading

The Followthrough

You don’t get here unless you follow through. Stage one: dream crafting. In progress. Stage two: the follow through. The show up when you’d rather skip the hard part. … When you think you’re just human and equate that to not being capable of extraordinary Beauty, remind yourself of your human ancestors. Remind yourself of the good that humans have done with little technology (relative to today) but with much conviction. And then let that fire under your bum burn so you may stand up and speak up for your dreams and for the dreams of others. So you may create a world where we love more than we hate, listen more than we speak, give more than we take. … May you remember that your existence impacts the world and may you follow through on your dreams with integrity….the small and the big ones. And may you always always dream a little bigger each day. With love, Maddy

Continue reading

What happens when you face yourself?

It’s not linear. Nothing marvelous ever truly is. There is no order, only a perceived organization of the buzzing, beautiful chaos. Loosen your grip on certainty, on what you think you know so well. Dive in to uncertainty. What happens there? What happens as you face the moonlight, naked, unguarded by your facades? What happens when you step back a little and observe the heartbeat of the world? What happens when you stop enough to feel the aching heartbeat of the world? When you feel the aching dancing along with the joy in your own heart? What happens when it’s not linear, not according to plan? Because it really never is, is it? It never really is. It’s always just becoming and just ending, it’s always just existing and not yet coming together, it’s always just dancing that I know. Matisse–he always managed to string together the most random yet coordinated things. Like puzzle pieces, like the pieces of the soul, all fitting together in some magical way that makes no sense to the logical eye, but so much sense to the heart. Listen with your heart, it’s got a much better way of receiving information.

Continue reading

A Morning Routine

The method: Sip tea and write morning pages Meditate Embody presence: (mind+body+attention all in the same room at the same time) Hold ceremony Practice asana (Breakfast and a dance usually follows) Face the world After playing with many different morning routines, this is what works best. Sitting down to write those three pages before meditating shifts and releases the mangled morning energy. Some mornings, it’s like a wild zoo in there. So when I sit for meditation I can really enjoy just being present within my body and I can often delve much deeper into whatever journey is ripe for exploring in the meditation. Then I can bring my best attention to sacred ceremony–a space of open communication between my spirit and whoever/whatever else is present. My body by this point releases some of its morning fuzz stiffness and can begin asana. Try it. In earnest. Tell me how it goes. Send your questions and struggles with it. Make it your own. May we all show up to do our work before we openly engage with the world. So that when we do actively participate with the world, we can do so from a space of presence, of ground under

Continue reading

The Tip of the Iceberg

The tip of the iceberg. It’s quiet up here. The surface is unsteady. But there is so much hope. And the view from the tip of the iceberg, elegantly sitting atop the deep waters, is quite grand. Do you believe your body holds your stories, half of your unconscious contents, and half of your truth? I do. It’ll be a long journey to show you, but I don’t get a choice to walk away before my part of the job is finished. The work was embedded in my body long before I got a chance to say no. The work is big. Capital B big. It has to be. It’s monumental. It’s attached to the essence of being human. A very magical being once said, “you have big dreams don’t you?” and I was almost ashamed to say “yes,” but it’s true. I just hadn’t had the space or courage to openly share them until he uncovered that truth that lives within my body. The biggest dreams, the ones worthy of pursuing, are intimately tied to human suffering and collective healing. And so the iceberg may be mostly barren and uncertain now, but it’s got a whole lot of fiery

Continue reading

The Last Layer

The last layer. _______________ It’s been hanging around, peering through the surface for a few days. I’ve noticed it sneaking. Funny how subtle some things are. If you move too fast you’ll probably miss the signs. Yet they come. Consistently, quietly, like the leaves softly change their coat to greet the autumn air. And so I am greeting this last layer without resistance, without hesitation, without regret. I’m greeting you with a softened heart so you may release to the ground like the autumn leaves descend in preparation for winter’s magical sleep. The sleep that recycles all that’s been shed and offered into the most gorgeous spring. And so, like the seasons pass, so shall the lingering to check in, to hold on to the fascade of responsibility, to the last bits of pain. I see you, I feel you, and I release. I release. I release. You are free to move through sweet energy. You are free to descend into earth, for she is a much bigger home and can house your needs much more than I can. You are free to return to where you truly belong. Our dance is ending, the lights are turning off, the rain

Continue reading

Trust.

A gorgeous storm to wash it all away. And so much needs to be washed away. … Oil and water don’t mix well, but the patterns they co-create can take your breath away. … There is beauty in the power of storms. They come, drench, and graciously leave. There is beauty there. Strong beauty. You’ve just gotta stay rooted enough to experience it all as it rolls through. … Began this day when the clock struck 0 with a feeling of really being held by some magical foxing forces. _ A big ass oil slick blasted aflame in the middle. – But then, because the trust is real, the day ended with the same sweet feeling of being held. Truly deeply “feels-like-unconditional-sometimes” kinda held. Oh what a gift to be held like this. To be held wholeheartedly even as you bring all your messy grungy bags to the party too.

Continue reading