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One of the most difficult aspects of Conscious Manifestation is the understanding that it doesn’t necessarily (or even usually) mean getting what your ego wants.
As I often discuss with my clients and at my events, our goals have one purpose and one purpose only: they are there to help us [...]
What Do the Dalai Lama, Steven Spielberg & Sinead O’Connor Have in Common?
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When we talk about the word “genius” in common parlance, we usually mean a person with an extraordinary ability that sets them apart. Geniuses are rare and special.
However, the original meaning of the word genius is a bit different: it refers to the Divine aspect that lives in every situation, place [...]
The Healing Power of Compassion
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Wretched morning with our daughter Bridget this morning.
Preadolescent angst and hormones combined with Bridget’s developmental delays and difficulty articulating what she is feeling, mixed together with my own adult worries over things that have nothing to do with her.
It did not make for the best start of the day. I did not like who I [...]
President Obama Was Cleaning out My Garage…
Last night I dreamed that President Obama was cleaning out my garage.
He was very cheery about it too! My husband David and I came home to find him there with his sleeves rolled up, finishing the job.
We waved goodbye to the President, then walked around back to look at our new hen house, where our chickens were sleeping contentedly on their nests, along with a few happy pigs. I told David that the chickens were going to begin laying “in a few weeks!”
One of our cats walked in and at first I was concerned about him eating the chickens, but he did not bother them. The three of us, David and Tiger and I, just stood there in the hen house, smiling and looking at the sleeping animals.
At first when I awoke, I was puzzled by the dream. I’m not at all political anymore, and even when I was, I have never dreamed about a President. And I haven’t lived on a farm. So what was the deal with the chickens and the pigs?
The Bright Blessings of Samhain Darkness
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In the northern hemisphere, sunset tonight ushers in the Celtic season of Samhain. (If you want to learn more about Celtic Spirituality and music, by the way, be sure to check out Celtic Soul Experience events coming up the week after Thanksgiving!) www.CelticSoulExperience.com
During this window between Samhain/All Hallow’s Eve and Christmas/Solstice/Midwinter, the veil between the [...]
What Does “Follow Your Bliss” Mean?
So, following your bliss means to do whatever, in this moment, brings you into alignment with your true nature. With your essential Divinity. With the God/dess that lives and moves and breathes and experiences its being-ness through YOU.
It does not mean distracting yourself from what feels uncomfortable.
It means being present and fully alive, even when that hurts. It means knowing yourself as the heroine or hero in a grand story-your life.
Dance While Your Corn Grows
Sometimes, there’s nothing you can “do.” Sometimes, “doing” is a form of resistance. In order to be in the flow of whatever you are growing, you need to learn to dance while the corn grows.
I’m getting ready for a huge, luscious harvest right now—one of the most joy-filled projects I’ve ever played with because it involves supporting the success of people who have been sources of inspiration, enlightenment, laughter, healing, creativity and fun for me. I’m still pinching myself that this dream is coming true (I’ll tell you all about it next week!)
As I wait for this particular harvest, which is going to happen November 28-December 3 of this year, there are lots of things for me to do (the energetic equivalent of watering and nurturing and tending). And yet, I know—I know I know I know—that the MOST important piece of this coming harvest is stepping into the energy of what I am creating right NOW.
When Happy Is How You Look…
Several years ago, when I visited western Ireland for the first time, something interesting happened. After a couple of days spent hiking in the limestone landscape of the Burren, visiting ancient sacred sites, staring at the ocean, peering over cliffs, immersing myself in poetry, music and the elements, I stopped caring how I looked.
I quit applying makeup.
I let my hair be wild.
At the same time, I was laughing more. Dancing. Reflecting. Tapping my toes along with traditional Irish music. Lying on the grass. Singing.
Near the end of the week, a couple of different people commented that I my looks had changed since I arrived.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You look younger,” one replied.
“You seem freer and happier,” said another.
Step Back into the Magic of Your Life
The green hills, the crumbling ruins, the clean air on my face, the ocean, the dolmens, the rainbows, the laughter, the slowness, the music, the poetry, the quietude, the stories, the ancestral memories, the palpable presence of the Otherworld, the pubs, the fresh seafood, the canopy of stars, the simplicity.
Somehow, I knew who I was again, standing on ground that was new to my feet but achingly familiar to the part that was remembering again what it was to write and sing and dance and laugh.
I was home.
Do you remember what home feels like?
Do you know how to find it?
The Antidote to Exhaustion
I woke up Sunday morning thinking of a David Whyte’s story of his friend and mentor telling him:
“the antidote to exhaustion is not rest. It is wholeheartedness.”
And so, instead of working, or resting, I began the day hiking the foothills of the Ozarks at a park near our home.
Here was my to do list for Sunday:
* sing with the trees
* breathe deeply
* dance with the wind
* expand horizons by gazing out over cliffs
* connect with the flow of the Meramec River
* stop to let the rush of a passing freight train reverberate through my body
* send my soul out flying with the hawks
* kiss the ground with my feet
Not surprisingly, I’m facing this week’s to do list with a renewed spirit and more energy to give my students the best of myself than I would have if I had worked on Sunday (or even just slept in at home).
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