Tuesday, September 2, 2014

River of Life

We are nourished at the River of Life.

The bounty is found deep within the flow,
where currents carry us to our center
as we bubble over rocky obstacles
to soften the hardness
and relieve us
of unnecessary burdens,
leaving our truth exposed.

The ride is rough,
we fight the flow,
feeling lost and confused
as the shoreline disappears;
our solidness and surety slipping away.

We’re pulled beneath the surface
to face the dark waters
of our fear,
shadows looming
unseen forces bumping,
paralyzing us,
till we hold still
and finally surrender,
ready to peer into our darkness.

At the moment of surrender,
we float in the sea of acceptance
of all that is and all that has been.

From the center
the view is vast,
and unlimited possibilities
make themselves known
that were unseen from the shore.

Moving with the current,
we navigate
from the depths
of our dreams
instead of the banks
of our fears, 
and drink from the River of Life.

© Sue Bara

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Lotus Meditation

I am open to the Universe
like the lotus flower
petals delicately stretched
out and up
to receive
all that I need.

At my center there is Love
quietly emanating
from a calm core
of knowing
all is well
and as it should be.

Love builds from my center
gracing each petal
in turn
as it moves up
and out
into the Universe.

© Susan Bara

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Flowing through Transition

Life's been a bit of a bumpy ride lately and it seems to be that way for lots of folks, so I thought I'd throw out a little inspiration for those of us going through some changes, whether they be small or a complete life overhaul.

We truly have everything we need to live a happy and healthy life, even though we may not always feel it.

We were perfectly built for for this intense, sense-ational world. It lights up our eyes with brilliant colors and textures...fills our ears with sweet birdsongs and the voices of our kin...tantalizes our noses with fragrant flowers and smells that alert us to danger...gives us nourishment in the form of salty, sweet, sour, and bitter tastes....and tickles our touch with a plethora of things to feel on our sensitive skin.

And sometimes this world feels overwhelming...too many things assault our senses, feelings, and thoughts all at once and we can feel lost. We have too many things to do, too many choices, have to be in too many places at one time, and some days, it all just feels wrong and out of place and we'd like to go back to bed and just hide under our covers for a while.

The low points and times of struggle are an in-between time, a time of us transitioning out of what no longer works for us. Sometimes we go through this struggle without consciously understanding what's going on; we just feel unhappy or unsettled. 

These are the days that we need to nourish ourselves, from the inside out. Allowing ourselves to pause, take a deep breath, and choose to sit within the struggle and step into the pain helps us open up so we can listen to the quiet wisdom of our hearts. We need to open up to the struggle instead of closing ourselves down. Facing what scares us and hurts us is the beginning of the healing. 

Opening up the crack lets the light in

When the light comes in, things start flowing again and we can see the gifts within the sacrifice.

We can reach out to a friend or professional if needed for support - there is no shame in saying we can't sit with our struggle alone. Humans were born to be communal!

Deep down inside, we know who we are and what we want to be and do in life. These times of transition are opportunities for us to shed that which no longer fits us so we can move on to something better. Even when transitions are for joyful reasons, like sending your first child off to college or planning a wedding, we have to wriggle out of old mindsets and habits. And it's uncomfortable.

There always seems to be fear that comes with transitions, a whole list of "what if's", and it's easy to get caught up in that fear. 

Let us flow through this transition...

From the wisdom of A.A. Milne, let us remember that we "are braver than we believe, stronger than we seem, and smarter than we think." 

We can handle any transition that comes our way. 

Let us step strongly into it, for we are exactly who we were meant to be, in every single moment. We have the courage and strength to be ourselves and align our lives in a way that makes us feel happy, healthy, and whole. And the world will be a better place for it! 

We are perfect as we are, in every moment - messy or put-together, confused or confident, sad or joyful. 

When low times hit, let us breathe deep, listen to some music that lifts our spirits, step outside into the balancing hand of nature, and trust ourselves - we will work this out and come through to the other side of this transition, all the better for it! 

We each know what our life is meant to be, and we are the most amazing gifts in this world! Many people may have advice for us, but let us trust our own inner knowing of what feels right and what doesn't, and then move in the direction of that which feels right. 

Above all, we are loved and we are loving. Let's start with loving ourselves, shall we? 

If you need a little lift, reach out to me here and I'll share a meditation with you to help you find some inner peace and connect with your beautiful, all-knowing heart. 

Be well. 

In Love & Light,


Tuesday, June 24, 2014

The Unfinished Story

Working with plants has taught me to slow down and pay attention. Somehow slowing down makes you wake up. 

Slowing down also can cause a "bubbling up" of things that were set aside for another day. So today, I have a story for you. It's end is not yet written, perhaps you can help?

The heart-people had a beautiful and loving home on the blue planet, and a deep relationship with all other beings on it. They knew the cycles and seasons and their own part within it. 

Green beings, winged ones, crawlers, swimmers, two-leggeds, four-leggeds, and elemental forces ebbed and flowed in peace and harmony, each individual a unique part of the whole. The heart-people relied on and understood what was theirs to use and then return for the good of all. One being's trash was another being's treasure, everything having a purpose and use. They held hands and hearts together, whether they liked their neighbor or not, for they were dependent upon one another in all manners of living. This was the way of the blue planet and the truth of their creation. 

They flourished together with all their relations for a good, long time. 

The heart-people were very creative beings who invented new and wonderful things. Instruments were born to mimic the sounds of their wild kin and their own voices. Sturdy shelters and ways to keep warm and cool in the shelters came into being. The heart-people learned how to move water to where they lived. They borrowed buried treasures from times long ago and turned them into something new and amazing...ways to move across the blue planet, powered on the bones of the ancients. They were happy and life was easy.

And in their happiness and ease, they forgot their native brethren...

They forgot their union with the green beings, their understanding of winged ones, swimmers and crawlers, their partnership with the waters, the rhythms of light and season, the subtle cues that warned them of weather changes, and the knowledge that they belonged to one another. It all fell slowly away from their consciousness.

And their hearts cried. 

As the heart-people lost their kinship with the others on the blue planet, they became the head-people, embracing logic and order, forsaking the heart-full ways. 

After a time, they forgot why they cried and swallowed their tears.

Life became filled with all manners of convenience, comfort, and thought-full things, and the pursuit of happiness became a full-time job. In the journey to unify their purpose, they created leaders and rules for all head-people to live by.

They invented more things so they could be happier.

Studies of their anatomy and physiology led to miraculous healing and longer life. Devices with which to speak to other head-people around the blue planet were created. Food began to come from small packages, and oh-so-many inventions made life cleaner and brighter in various ways.

Safety became the utmost concern of the head-people. All elements of risk to their comfortable lives were targeted to be eliminated, and behaviors outside the standard were met with severe consequences. Over time, agreement of what was "harmful" became befuddled and led to dangerous disagreements.

Peace became a notion of fairy tales. The head-people found themselves driven by fear. Their minds ran amok with worry, and despite all their inventions and attempts at unification through logic and structure, they were not happy. 

Something was very wrong.

The cries of their hearts had became buried and were no longer recognized by the head-people. They only knew something was missing from their life, and thought only that they had yet to invent it.

But those heart-cries were heard, indeed...

The native brethren of the blue planet missed their old friends, and brought sweet sunshine and cool breezes to refresh their heart-memory and melt away their mind-fog. 

The winged ones sang beautiful and heartfelt songs from wire perches and spoke of joyful memories with the heart-people. 

Wily green beings hitched rides with the head-people who soared around the blue planet. The green beings grafted themselves throughout the world in cracks and crevices all along where the head-people lived, hoping their exotic colors and shapes would catch the eyes of their old kin and help them remember.      

All manner of sea-creatures cast themselves upon the sands around the blue planet in hopes that the head-people would notice them. 

And still the head-people were miserable and at-odds with one another. They could not think what else to do. 

So the native brethren of the blue planet gathered together. The cries from the hearts of the head-people pained them so much that they reached a desperate decision. Knowing that grief can be a powerful unifying force, they agreed to sacrifice themselves in order to open the hearts of the head-people once again. 

Four-leggeds and crawlers moved near the shelters of the head-people, in hopes that they would be seen for their beauty, agility, and grace, and be remembered. 

Many were wounded and slaughtered at the hands of the head-people, who believed it was reasonable and acceptable for being in their space.

Great winged ones of feathers and fur died off in large numbers for no reason, and small winged ones disappeared from the planet in hopes that the head-people would notice their absence. 

Head-people scratched their heads for a few moments and then went back to what they were thinking. 

Swimmers ate the discarded head-people inventions that floated in the seas and moved to areas where head-people congregated, hoping the head-people would see how they were still connected to all other beings on the blue planet.

It was a painful last meal for many swimmers, but a few head-people seemed to notice this and looked upon the faces of their brethren in recognition. Hope sparked

The elements created fiery storms and fierce winds to pull apart the structures that the head-people held so dear. The waters agreed to flow long and hard upon the land to get the attention of the head-people. They knew that break-down often meant break-through, and hoped the head-people would surrender to their hearts.

Many head-people missed the signs of the impending storms and perished, for they had forgotten the heart-ways. But pockets of survivors and even remote head-people gathered together to comfort and support one another in the face of horrific tragedy and loss. Hope flickered.

And the race of head-heart-beings began. It started with only a few, but then they began to find one other. They recognized other head-heart-beings by the light in their eyes...the flicker of intelligence and wisdom, coupled with the warmth and brightness of wonder and oneness.  

The blue planet itself felt a giggle bubbling up from deep within and allowed the tremor to move to the surface, hoping the rest of the head-people would be shaken up enough to remember soon...

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Deja Vu - My Messy Beautiful

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There's no parenting manual that comes with a child, though I'm pretty sure my gynecologist checked thoroughly for it while he was helping me deliver my son. I assume that's what he was looking for, he was down there for so long. I switched to a female doctor the second time around, thinking she'd be more familiar with the parts and could maybe unearth the coveted instructions. Nope, still no manual when my daughter was born either.

We do the best we can as parents, making educated guesses most of the time or doing some serious wishful thinking at 3am. You'd think that sparkly, pointy, fairy wand I stepped on would work as something other than a weapon on my bare foot. And we won't mention those blasted Legos. Some days we're just trying to make it till bedtime, where we can crash exhausted into the bed so we can start all over again the next day. 

Then you work your way out of the toddler years, past potty training (woo-hoo!), and into school. And just when you think it's starting to all come together, it's time for Middle School

It should really come with warnings. It's gonna catch you off guard. You think you're ready, and you're just not. There's no preparing you for what's about to happen, though it's all gonna feel familiar in a weird sort of way...you can feel your anger swelling at the injustices abounding in the social circles, the untruths circulating through the gossip gang, and the downright indecency of curfews and chores.

But now you're on the other side of the experience. You're supposed to know what to do with the child staring at you after a long day of Middle School, sullen and in desperate need of a cookie, but not wanting to talk, claiming "nothing's wrong". Or they're in full-on panic mode, spouting furiously about their day without giving you quite all the information you need to understand what they're talking about.

No manual. Dammit.

I can see by the look in their eyes that words were exchanged with friends and everyone went home not knowing where they stood, as friend or foe. Or that they made a mistake and are embarrassed or ashamed. Or they're tired and cranky for no apparent reason other than being a Middle Schooler. And if I can figure out the magic way to crack them open a bit, I might be able to help. Probably not. I wouldn't understand.

Middle School is that oh-so-awkward time when kids are just cruel to one another for no other reason than everyone is scared of being themselves for fear of what everyone else thinks. So.much.drama.

As I've watched pain and confusion reflected in the eyes of my kids at times due to changing friendships, changing bodies, and not being sure where to stand or who to trust, it wasn't bad enough that I wasn't sure how to help or if to intervene at all right now. 

All my own rough experiences came rushing back on me. I could feel my chest tighten and my eyes start to fill. I felt every bit of the burden they held quiet and didn't want to speak of. I knew why they didn't want to talk about it. I understood, and all my own perceived inadequacies felt all-too-familiar.

If only, I thought. If only someone had told me in Middle School that what everyone else thought about me was not about me at all, I might have come away with fewer scars and a little more self-esteem. If only I had understood that we were each making judgments about one another based on our own fears and individual perceptions, I might have had a little more courage to be myself. If only I had believed my parents when they told me I was beautiful and smart and capable of doing anything instead of believing my peers who told me I was fat and ugly and I should stop being a "teacher's pet", answering questions in class and helping out.

I didn't realize that when my kids hit Middle School, I would have to face my own ghosts. I didn't expect it, and I was afraid, for I certainly didn't want my kids to come out of it the way I did...tentative, doubtful, and scared to be myself. I had taken the hurtful words of those years to heart and it took a long, long time to release them and finally forgive. 

I also didn't want to react to their pain with my own - I wanted my kids to have their own experience. The lessons I learned from my Middle School days and the healing journey I undertook to reach forgiveness helped me to become compassionate, understanding, and loving to the young beings in front of me and for every miserable, confused Middle Schooler just trying to hold it together.  

I can't change the past, but as a 45 year-old mom who is slightly more self-assured and wizened from the journey that softened my sharp edges, I sure can help shape the future. My past had its murky depths and sticky mud, yet had nourished something beautiful. Which part did I want to reflect?

I told my daughter that what other people think of her has nothing to do with her at all and everything to do with their perceptions, and she paused. We went on to discuss that our experiences and beliefs shape us and how we view the world, and every person has a unique perspective because no one else can stand inside us to see how we see and feel how we feel. Those who hurl hurtful words feel hurt themselves. It is our job to love ourselves and one another; the hardest people to love need it the most. I think she heard me. 

And my son, who survived Middle School a few years ago to discover a whole new world in high school, is fully engaged in his AP Psychology class, probably applying what he's learning to the rest of the family. Right now his class is studying abnormal behaviors. Nope, nothing abnormal here. Just parents running amok without a manual. Absolutely, imperfectly, normal. 

As we move into the future, I'm sure I won't be prepared for what's up next. May the lessons be gentle and may there be plenty of cookies.

Love & Light,

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Of Women, Wisdom, and Water

400 women from the four directions coalesced on Yavapai/Apache land near Montezuma Well in Arizona, answering the call put out by the The International Council of the 13 Indigenous Grandmothers. It was a call for healing and prayers for our waters and for the next 7 generations.

There is something special about women coming together...something intensely sacred. We are strong, we are opinionated, we are meek, we are mild, some of us are broken and beaten down, and we can be as cruel as we are kind. We can stand on different sides of an issue with ferocity, but when a woman cries out for help, a sister steps up. There is an unspoken bond of womanhood of which I know no match; a compassion that rises unhindered when the cry is heard. 

To stand in this circle of women who agreed to come, pray, and listen to the wisdom of the 13 Indigenous Grandmothers moved me. To realize that we not only showed up for a weekend of learning and work, we committed to a lifetime of it. By showing up at this gathering, we each consented to bring back the teachings into our lives and share it with others in the way we know best. Along this journey, we shared our stories with one another over meals as we met women from around the world. We wrote sentiments and prayers on squares of fabric that were sewn together as colorful prayer flags that were hung to fly in the breeze. We snuggled near fires to keep warm at night, and sat in awe of the sky that held millions of stars that most of us can never see at home.  

And, oh, what we learned. 

We learned community. We learned suffering. We learned about ego. We learned about loving ourselves and one another despite what we looked like and how we behaved. We learned to choose our words wisely. We learned about letting go of the past so we can reach out with both hands for a better future. We learned to crack open, feel raw, and embrace every single moment of it. Above all, we learned gratitude.

Every one of us seemed to struggle with something on a physical level as well as mental, emotional, and spiritual. I personally found myself grappling with food that I did not find to be sustainable for my body despite the organic fare, and was almost constantly hungry. (Chia porridge is just not my thing. I tried it - two bites, I really did. But the gelatinous mass could just not be convinced to slide down my throat and stay there). I was frustrated with myself, as many others were perfectly content and full with the offerings and some even swooned over the entrees. I tried to figure out what was wrong with me. I'm normally a very positive person and grew weary of being miserable after a couple meals, so I finally accepted that I was being offered the gift of hunger and turned to gratitude to discern the lesson in it. The food still wasn't what I wanted, but I was thankful just the same for what was provided. A switch of perspective lightened everything. 

The extremes of the desert made impressions upon us at many levels. From the intense cold of the night to the heat of the day, from the chilling moments of sisterhood to the fire of impassioned prayers, we held space to feel our fears and stand in the face of them. We laughed, we cried, we danced and sang. We stood arm-in-arm with strangers in solidarity for our purpose: a call to action.

On World Water Day, we walked in silence to Montezuma Well, wrapped in the scents of bodies, anointing oils, and dry desert air. Arrangements had been made with the park service to do a water blessing led by the 13 Indigenous Grandmothers, and the Park Rangers supported us in every way on our journey, with regards to our safety and holding our way clear to the well. Similar water blessings were held around the world.

Grandmother Agnes has always said to thank the water...it hears us. As the Grandmothers prayed, 400 women stood on the rim of the well at the four directions and down the stairway into the belly of the well, forming an umbilicus. We offered our thanks, our apologies, and prayed for blessings upon all the waters of the world, including the bodies of all living creatures. We held our hands outstretched before us, sending our love to the water below.

And it responded.

An Indigenous Elder who was standing next to me leaned over and asked, "Do you see the water moving?" 

And I had. What was a placid body of water with only occasional ripples from ducks had become a living entity, moving in relation to our willingness to reach out. It started as a zig-zag pattern across the surface...I saw a phoenix form in the pattern. And then there were small waves, actual waves. There was no wind to direct this movement, and there was a feeling that overcame us all as we saw with our eyes what we knew in our hearts - the water had heard us.

With the blessing ceremony over, we made the pilgrimage back to camp for nourishment, rest, and reflection. 

We gathered later for afternoon prayers to have our hearts ripped open, as we discovered that the son of one of the Grandmothers had suddenly passed away the evening before. The afternoon was scheduled to be a teaching of women's wisdom about our bodies and cycles. It instead became a ritual of grief. We released what was to be and sat in unity with what was. 

We cried with the Grandmothers and offered our prayers. We shed our tears, dropping our grief upon the dry earth. There is little to do or say to be of comfort when someone has a fresh and deep loss, especially when they are so far from home and family. And their loss reminds us of our loss. We wept. We hurt. We cradled the Grandmother and one another in song and prayer smoke. And then we reached into our pockets to donate whatever funds we each could to help her bury her son and cover the cost of her emergency flight home. We did what women do - we reached in deep at every level to support our sister. 

This gathering served to remind us that what we share in common is vastly more important than our differences. If 13 Indigenous Grandmothers from around the world with different traditions and medicine can work together while still honoring and respecting one another's needs, we all can.

We all share the need for clean water and air, food, shelter, clothing, and medicine. We all share loss. We all share fears, though our individual fears may differ. 

We share this world, and we share the responsibility for its care and well-being. As the species with the highest intelligence (and I use those words loosely) and the highest level of impact, we have been doing a poor job. 

We can do better, and we must. We have reached a critical point, for the health of our most basic need - water - is in peril. No water, no life. The moment is now to make the needed changes.

The work begins within, with changing our view. If we began to treat everyone and everything as if it were our equal and just as valuable, how would our world be? Some might say that treating non-living things with more respect would make no difference, but I would say that yes it does...it would make us different. We have the power here to literally change the world. When we begin to respect ourselves and all others - All Our Relations on this planet, for we are interconnected and interdependent - we change everything. 

When we can look one another in the eye and see the unique beauty and importance and relevance to our very existence, we will have come home. When we can find compassion for the weeds in our lawn and the deer that eat our garden fare, we will have returned to ourselves. When we can find the wisdom in the rocks and soil that form the structure of our planet and be grateful for the blessings of the rain and snow that drown us in sustenance, we will be whole.

When we can be the change we wish to see in the world, we will know peace. 

In Love and Light,

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

World Water Day: March 22

Rivers, rain, sweat, blood, and tears,

Cycling, recycling, for thousands of years.

Filling a need for all that is living,

Water's sweet nourishment never stops giving.

Water provides the gift of life, for no living thing on this planet can survive without it. And yet, we go through most of our days without even a single thought about it, as water enters our homes through pipes and gushes forth for our every need as we open our faucets.

Let us remember this gift, and let us rejoice and celebrate it. Let us be more respectful of this limited resource we cannot live without.  Let us make amends for what we have done to this vital element and begin the healing work.

Each one of us can make a difference. 

Saturday is World Water Day, an opportunity to show gratitude for our life-giving waters, and a chance to start anew. Let us begin the work of repairing the damage we have done, for we are slowly destroying ourselves and everything on this planet as we continue to pollute this critical resource for all living things. But we still have time to fix it!

Join the 13 Indigenous Grandmothers and organizations around the world on Saturday, March 22nd, and take a few moments to offer your thanks to the waters. Please see World Water Day for more information and how you can join us from wherever you live.

We need clean water to survive, and you can help: conserve, be grateful, be mindful of what you put into the water, and do some kind of work to keep your local waterways clean...choose a stream to care for and do what you can to prevent pollutants from getting there in the first place. Work with your local community leaders, government, and natural resource agencies to be a part of the change that the world needs.

This is everyone's responsibility. We can no longer leave it to someone else. We are someone else. 

Change your thoughts, change your world. You make a difference. Did you know that water responds to us? See the pioneering work done with water by Dr. Emoto. A little gratitude goes a long way, and we can repair the damage we've done by working from the heart as well as on a physical level to remove and prevent contaminants.

We are the ones we've been waiting for! Let us begin.

Here are some resources for Delawareans and those nearby: Recent News, Clean Water for Delaware's Future, DNREC, Delaware Nature Society.

And some more links about Water and World Water Day: UN, Waterday.org, The Water Project, Hands4others, Project Humanity, Ponds for Peace, Water Aid.

In Love, Light, & Gratitude,

Wednesday, March 12, 2014




Making claims,
Judgment falls.
Bind us all.



Compare, contrast
Mete out worth
Based on looks
Or place of birth.

Fear feeds beliefs
That serve to divide
"My way is better... 
Choose the right side."

A wise woman, Rev. Nancy Dean, once said, "Speak the truth with love." That phrase resonated with me at the time and I have carried that as a mantra with me ever since. I believe it's important to speak our truth. I believe it's even more important to do so with love.

Speaking our truth with love means we choose to stand in what we believe is right and true. It means we have the right to share our thoughts, facts, and opinions with kindness, and the responsibility to inform rather than prove someone else wrong. The intent to prove someone wrong can be harmful. The intent to inform, if done with love, can be enlightening and lifting to another.

Love leaves room for someone to have their own opinion on the matter. Love means we listen to what the other person says, hearing them out before coming up with a response. It means we consider and ponder and feel out what they said and see if their truth holds some truth for us as well.

Words can trip us up. At times, they are woefully inadequate to capture our thoughts and feelings. They don't always have the same connotation for everyone, and many words are used one way in practice, but the actual definition varies slightly.

I've been struggling this week with the statement that vegans are living "cruelty-free". I've turned this statement around, upside-down, trying to see it from many sides. I can't buy into it. I watched a conversation on Facebook turn from "I'm proud to be a vegan and everyone else can do what they want - it doesn't bother me" to them taking offense when someone else asked questions about the lifestyle and offered other perspectives. I think we need to be mindful of using the word "proud", for when we whip out that word, we are engaging our ego. And we're not living "cruelty-free" if our words are used to cut someone down, no matter what we're eating.

I disagree with the concept that any human in this day and age is living cruelty-free. We can choose to have a lighter footprint on this planet that we share with the 8.7 million other species, eat locally and organically, and become activists to foster change in laws and lifestyle so that everyone has what they need without poisoning the very planet that supports us.

But we have a long way to go. We must change our thinking. The concept of living "cruelty-free" must include our thoughts and words as well as our actions, and cannot be limited to what we put in and on our bodies. Until every human has food, water, shelter, clean water and air, and health care, we are not living "cruelty-free". Until we have remembered how to live within the balance of life so that as we destroy for our needs we also create and fill the needs of others, we are not "cruelty-free".

Just some food for thought. Thank you for listening.

Love & Light,

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

A New Story

We are born into this bright, beautiful world that supports our every need. We are beings who thrive in an environment of cooperation. Our diverse views and understandings help us balance one another so all can live sustainably. We are an adaptive species that is built to flex and can weather many changes. 

I do believe that is the story of humans, though I'm sure the state of our lives and world right now may feel far from that, being scary and overwhelming. It may even feel as if we've gotten stuck in a rut that's hard to get out of, spinning our wheels as we try to repair things that aren't working.

Feeling stuck and frustrated can be a good thing, because it motivates us to do something different. Sometimes we need to sit in our "stuckness" for a bit so that we can realize what we do not want life to be like. It's as important to know what we don't want as it is to know what we do want.

If we're living in a way that makes us unhappy, or filled with the wrong things, or empty altogether, then something will step into our life and grab our attention....compelling us to open our eyes and ears to truly see and hear what's going on in and around us. It will make us open our hearts to see if it feels right or not. When it doesn't feel right, it propels us into action to make a change, whether it's simply changing our perspective or doing something more.

The "bad" things that happen in life are the ones that help crack open the shell of our illusions and get to the heart of who we are. We seem to be really good at building walls around us, using stories about ourselves that protect us or help us fit in or navigate hard times.

These old stories can hold us back. These old stories contain all manners of fantasy, some telling us we're helpless to change our situation, we'll change that habit after this situation gets better, we're not good enough, we're not strong enough or smart enough or enough of whatever we think is required to make a difference.

The real beauty about life is that every day, we have the chance to start anew and change our story. We can choose to finally believe that we are enough of everything we need.

And we are. We are enough. We have the amazing opportunity to experience things like strength and courage and creativity and beauty because we are alive as humans. Every experience we have fills us with something unique that no other being alive can experience. We can choose to see that from a place of despair or wonder.

Simply because we exist, we are precious. We each hold exceptional wisdom within us that is a gift to the world. The true passions we have are our calling, our gift, and the reason we were born. It is our birthright and our responsibility to develop and deliver our gifts, whatever they may be. Part of our journey is discovering them and how to share them with others.

It's a beautiful time to be alive, as the platform on which we now stand supports the release of what no longer works and engages us in the search for something new. We have the unique opportunity to be and create as never before. 

We just need to say "yes" to a new story and open our book to a fresh page. Our story will write itself whether we consciously choose to write it or not. We will still have a long book at the end of our life to look back on, whether we lived on auto-pilot or chose every single moment. Now is a good time to ask ourselves: how would I like my story to read from this point on?

There is no right and wrong. We don't have to know the ending to our new story, only that it's happy. We'll get there one little step at a time. There are no mistakes...only learning and heart-opening experiences along the way that teach us patience, love, strength, courage, integrity, steadfastness, and wisdom.

We just have to be quiet and listen to our hearts so we know where and when to use our gifts. It will be easier to hear if we take a few moments to step back from our constant busy-ness so that our creative forces have space to run and we can hear that little voice inside us that guides us so perfectly. We may get a gentle feeling of something we need to do, or have a memorable dream, or experience a series of coincidences.

We each truly know what we want to give and receive in life. 

Best wishes for your greatest story yet!

Love & Light,