Posts Tagged "acceptance"

The More I Know Myself, The Less I Care

The more I know myself, really and deeply know my Self, the less I’m finding I care… I don’t care what I look like. I don’t care that I make mistakes. I don’t care that my thoughts go off on wild, unhelpful tangents. I don’t care that I get afraid or triggered. I don’t care to spend so much time Digging Deep. (Gasp! I know!) The more I know myself, the less I find I care about others too… I don’t care what others think of me. I don’t care if they agree or disagree with me. I don’t have endless opinions or fears on the choices they make either. And I don’t care if I’m accepted or rejected. (Yes, despite my equally strong drive to not blindly follow the norm, this was very much a big thing for me.) I just don’t have the energy anymore, let alone the…

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Heeding the Siren and Letting Everything Go (big changes for 2014)

We are not enlightened by what we speak, but rather what speaks to us. Yet we pass truth around, instead of letting it pass through us. These were the words I wrote over a year ago, words that went ringing in my ears, setting into motion a train that’s only now pulling into station, that last sentence like the line of cars being pulled along, showing itself to me again and again. I want to try – possibly unsuccessfully – to explain how it’s changed me and what that means for this space. Be patient, please…and be gentle… —— We watch as wisdom flashes across our screen – a quote, a message, a reminder, a graphic – some ancient knowledge speaking to us, jolting us awake from our day-to-day shuffle, but we fail to let it permeate us, to sink in through muscle and bone, to the marrow of our…

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Who or what are you “trying to love”?

But, of course, what is not said in this quote is how to bring into your heart this extraordinary thing called love. How do we love the guy that flipped us off with our kid in the car? How do we love the dog shit we found in our shoe this morning? How do we love the cockroach that just crawled across our glass? We don’t. Notice Krishnamurti isn’t saying you need to do anything, such as “loving” someone or something. He’s saying you need to allow love in and then your experience of the world – including the other driver, the dog shit, the roach even (or so I’m told – yet to get there myself on that one) – will do the changing right before your eyes. Who or what are you trying to love? Why are you working from the outside in?

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Is “filling our cups” conditional happiness for mamas?

I love all you women on the Tribe/Sisterhood forums. If you’re not on there, or not over there often, they’re all so beautifully deep and reflective and honest. The conversations that stem from those qualities are cup-filling for me, big time. One such conversation was on that exact topic, “Filling Our Cups”, also the first module of the Organic Parenting e-course. This part of the course focuses on a part of the Digging Deep process that is based off of Nonviolent Communication. A really important and soul-stretching discussion was opened up on whether our attempts to meet our needs and create the elements that “fill our cups” can lock us into a form of conditional happiness…as in “I can only be happy when I get what I want”. This was particularly thought-provoking for me: I worry that I will become *dependent* on “getting my me-time” or whatever it is, for…

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There and Back Again {A Tale of Thanksgiving and Spiritual Failure}

We just arrived home from a 9 day trip back to Las Vegas. Let me warn you now, this post may be long, meandering, and senseless to anyone but me while I try to make sense of the many things going on in my head and my heart. {I’m also going to talk somewhat candidly here and do so mindfully and in my never-freaking-ending practice to keep my focus on my own heart, without projecting or losing sight of my own accountability. None of this is “about” anyone, hold my experience with Life and how the hell we make sense of the seemingly senseless hurt it can deliver.} Ascending on my hometown Feeling more like a visitor this time {than the escapee of before} I haven’t missed this place Haven’t missed “home” Although I know that’s not the story for all Those were the words I quickly penned as our…

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“It could be worse…”

I awoke from a really weird dream (I was running track! HA!) with a totally unrelated phrase and thought going through my mind… “It could be worse, you could be…” It wasn’t the phrase itself that stuck with me. It was the accompanying thoughts behind the phrase. I’ve been thinking about it all day as I went about writing for SBS, and planning an essential oils webinar, and cleaning up my son’s surprise shave job, and although I’m not sure I can quite articulate the sense I felt in the dream here goes anyway… When shit hits the fan, my husband struggles to feel grounded or keep perspective. His “job” in his heart is to provide for us and make sure things are cared for in our world. But – like the truck problem he’s been working on for the past few weeks, or the fact that his motorcycle just got…

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Organic Wisdom :: How To See A Child

On occasion I like to share some of the quotes I post on Twitter and Facebook, with some of my expanded thoughts on it here. “Organic Wisdom” is what I have found speaking to me in those quiet moments, that guides me and that echoes Truth in my life. Please feel free to download, or share this image in any way you’d like. One of the best questions I’ve ever asked myself: how does my child need to be seen? The answers that spoke to me in the ensuing silence? With patience. As someone loved and lovable. As a real human being. (Now. Not just when he grows up.) As someone capable of greatness. Capable of learning. Worthy of respect. Another version of this question: how does my child WANT to be seen? As a comedian? A rock star? A scientist? A novelist? As serious? Mature? A kind person? Someone…

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Organic Wisdom: Understanding Through Compassion

True understanding is found through compassion. – my Yogi teabag For some godawful reason, Northern Michigan has confused August with a season to get cold. Coming from Nevada, it makes no sense to my body to wake up shivering, but I do love any excuse to make hot tea in the morning. There’s just something about it, the routine maybe…filling the teapot, lighting the stove, warming my hands by the flame and then with my hot mug. Sipping until it’s cool enough to drink. Slowing down. Not jumping into my day. I also love my Yogi tea nuggets of wisdom, just a tiny phrase to meditate on while I roll my hot mug between my cold hands. This morning’s wisdom was the one above. Compassion. It’s been a word on my tongue a lot lately. Compassion. And how often it’s lacking in our words, our thoughts (judgments), our reactions (especially…

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Why You SHOULD Focus On Being Perfect (And It’s Not What You Think)

Ah, perfect. That word is a hot one. Especially for us women. Most of us strive so hard to be perfect: the perfect mother, perfect partner, the perfect person with a perfect purpose. We try to create the perfect home and the perfect world with perfect hair and perfect kids. And then we hear the messages that perfection is a myth, that it can’t be obtained and that striving for it is a maddening and pointless attempt to be something we’ll never be. After all no one is perfect, right? This is where I get all Big and Philosophical on you… Both are wrong. Zoom out with me – way out – and take in the Big Picture of your life, your journey of self-discovery and growth, your contribution to and purpose in the world. The entire purpose of your life is to learn, to grow, to experience this human…

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Life, Learning and Dark Parking Lots

I remember the first time I drove a car. It was with my best friend, Hilary, and we were both underage, as we were with many things we did together. Hilary had snuck the keys to her mother’s car and she ever so  s l o w l y and cautiously drove us across the street to an empty parking lot. There we took turn practicing: driving in circles, experimenting with going faster and slower, gassing it, stopping quickly, and attempting to park as we discovered the fluidity of our feet, the pedals and the movement of the vehicle. Hilary’s mom’s car was a monster. I’m not sure of the make or model but it reminds me of a Cadillac – wide and long. And we felt safe in it. We knew we couldn’t roll it, and it wouldn’t be easily dented, either. That night in the parking lot gave…

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