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If you give me permission this is what I want to say:

I love you in a way that is beyond

a story. That makes the story look like

the joke, dream, trip, tragedy it is

when we hold it

in a way that keeps us

from the grace

of waking  up

in this moment

to the fact

that we are love.

We are love.

Wake up, you are love.

Wake up. You are love

beyond the doing and planning,

the should’s, have to’s, fears.

The not being enough.  The needing more.

The truth is

we are every-thing.

Creators not out of need or obligation,

but nature.

It is the how and why

you were born.

The only way to heal is to realize

you don’t have to do anything!

You are just love learning

all the funny ways love teaches itself:

paranoia, neurosis, clinging

and if you’re lucky the push and pull

between the ego and the soul.

It’s just the beginnings of getting free now,

it’s ok to feel torn apart, it’s ok to scream, it’s ok

to rediscover your wholeness and cry.

Thank you, thank you, thank you

for reminding me so beautifully

that we are just the universe coming of age.

Permalink Before you were an artist or a healer
or a person with a name
you were a child barefoot in the grass.
Before you were a child
you were an infant at the breast,
sweet-smelling and warm.
Before you were born
you were wind becoming earth,
weaving freedom into chambers of a heart.
Before that you were waves cresting in the ocean,
and before that you were an ancient star
bursting into a supernova, whose light
is just about to touch this horizon,
creating another dawn.
Permalink home.  we’ve finally landed, just in time for the baby.  of course, the baby picked the house and had it all timed perfectly.  but it was a huge test of faith, patience, and persistence for me.  we’ve been here for a few weeks now, and every day, multiple times a day, i just look around and am overwhelmed with gratitude for what spirit has provided.  thank you to everyone who has helped to manifest this sacred space.  we are literally living in our dream home—cozy, beautifully furnished and maintained, surrounded by nature, walking distance to hiking trails, filled with (sun)light and love, and even complete with a magic oak tree and rope swing out back. <3
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Permalink miracle #1 after dropping out of the blogosphere…we got pregnant in june 2012.  this photo was taken sometime during 2nd trimester.  i thought the belly was getting big then.  now i’m 37 1/2 weeks, my window for delivery is open, and all i can think looking at this photo is, “i don’t even look pregnant!”
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i’m back…

The last thing I posted was about Shakti Fest about nine months ago.  Since then I’ve been on the most mind-blowing, heart-opening journeys of love, healing, and manifestation.   And it actually began at Shakti Fest, though at the time I didn’t even realize it.  I haven’t written much of anything since then, and now that I am sitting down to write again I am seeing that so much has happened so fast that I just haven’t had the energy and space to process through writing while it was all going down…and up, and down, and up, and…so I feel like I have a lot of catch up, a lot of reflection, and maybe just a little perspective to write through the last nine or ten months…

What I didn’t mention in the last post was that I met an amazing human being named Michael Brian Baker (www.thebreathcenter.com) at Shakti Fest.  He facilitated a shamanic breath workshop that literally brought me to an experience of samadhi.  So when he mentioned that he was leading a trip to Turkey, I wanted to go.  But at the time I didn’t have much money for international retreats, so I asked if we could figure out some sort of work-trade agreement.  He actually got in contact with me about it when we returned to LA from the desert, and that was the beginning…

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i spent last weekend doing seva in the desert.  i was on the green team at shakti fest, bhakti fest’s springtime counterpart, keeping the festival clean and beautiful with 6 other amazing women.  mothers, nomads, farmers, athletes, students, teachers, seekers…the reflection these beautiful yoginis provided for me was inspiring, humbling, and the main teaching i received over the weekend.  as these women demonstrated, a meaningful life can look a lot of different ways.  

as my paradigm is shifting, i’m realizing that there is space in this world for all kinds of paths, including mine!  the questions are shifting from “am i doing the right thing?” to “am i doing whatever i do with joy and love?”  in meeting these women i realized that empowered women come in all shapes and sizes, from all backgrounds and walks of life.  some have lovers, some don’t.  some have children, some don’t.  some have lots of money, some don’t.  some have degrees from universities, some don’t.  some are vegetarians, some are not.  but all have a deep sense of gratitude, are committed to knowing and loving the world through knowing and loving themselves, and leave things better than they found them.

with the term “goddess” being thrown around a lot these days (as in the youtube video “shit new age girls say”), it’s important to remember that while astrology, crystals and flowy skirts are fun, they don’t define a goddess.  the goddess energy is coming into this world through courageous women (and men!) who embody compassion, love, gentleness, strength, joy, and abundance in a way that is mindful of the interconnectedness and therefore interdependence of all beings on this planet and beyond.  goddess energy is living life creatively, passionately, courageously.  daring to let go and trust that when are intention is to benefit all, we will always be taken care of. 

love and gratitude to the green goddess team for picking up all those bits of trash and reminding me that life is joyful, meaningful, and whatever else i want it to be.

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paul cadden

amazing artist.  the faces are my favorites.

Permalink from Chuang Tzu: Basic Writings, translated by Burton Watson.  

if the way gave me a face, and heaven gave me this form, i’m still coming to terms with the possibility that maybe i’m just meant to inhabit it.  even when i judge myself as lazy, i know that this is somewhat disingenuous because my life is not lacking…what is there to “work hard” for?  the only hard work i do is learning to let go, learning to be present and curious and love unconditionally.  but this doesn’t feel like work because whether it’s fun, easy, difficult or painful i’m excited and grateful to be on the path.