Wellness and Wonder. Heart Nature.
"Stillness is a higher energy state than what we're used to," says Erich Schiffman in his book, Moving into Stillness.
What? How can stillness be of value when our world seems to be falling apart? How can it be higher and of use?
Sophie and I are reading I Am Malala by Malala Yousafzai at bedtime. While I trip over the unfamiliar names of people and places in Swat, Pakistan, the irony that at the time of the events, she was younger than my daughter shakes me.
Everything changes. The question that leaves us with is, “How do we manage that uncertainty? That deep craving for certainty and control?”
I remember it like it was yesterday—my first meditation moments…..The first thing I noticed was…how unfamiliar sitting and doing nothing (but breathing) was. 5 whole minutes in bed before getting out??? Not checking email, doing dishes, whatever. Just sitting. Breathing.
Every day babies are born and every day someone says goodbye to a loved one… During Easter week I was been confronted with this truth again and again… I am grateful for life and breath...
For open hearted women, laughter, honesty, caring and friendship…For Symphony of the Cells and essential oil magic…For a glass of wine and delighting in collaboration with inspiring partners and powerful dreamers and doers…
So grateful for waking up early as I begin to wrap up 2018 and bring in 2019…Grateful for sacred ceremonies with which to set intentions, let go, and connect. For all that was, all that is, all that will be, I am grateful…
Our bodies, minds and spirits are smart. Resourceful. We do things because at some point we found it helpful. And early in life we develop habitual patterns and beliefs that somehow once served, and now we don’t even realize we are running the show.
The darkest night of the year is a real thing. And thankfully, the days grow longer once again. On that night I choose to keep it real.
I was placing the locus of control outside myself for love and validation. No wonder I always felt like a victim--because with the locus of control being external, I was not in control of if/when/how much I felt loved, validated, heard, seen, worthy. It’s a very disempowering state.
The solution…