What Remains?

The people who surround me, the communities I find myself in, the laughter and silliness, the conversations I hear and take part in. They are so heart infusing.

I learn something in every interaction if I am able to actually be there as a present listener. Not caught in my own doubt or worries, missing the moment completely.

Not caught in me is key.

So much ripeness lives in Now and on a regular basis I am reminded of the simplicity that launches trust and love and openness together, turning ordinary moments into miracles instantaneously.

Can you receive this moment? Leaning back and accepting whatever is? Right now.

No more hiding. No more pushing away. No more blasting through to what you think is better for this moment. No more going somewhere else.

Being here, for this moment.

Can you not be in a hurry? Can you clear your calendar? Can you rest, right now?

You will miss all the true gold in life and wish you actually saw and felt each raw thing rather than focusing on what's next. Rushing, rushing, rushing, going no where fast.

It is a practice to be with. To stay anyway and remain and go slow. It is challenging and uncomfortable and foreign for most of us. But it is also, juicy and gooey and fun.

It is worth the discomfort to walk into and inhabit the things you *thought* were unbearable to realize upon entering its depth, You remain.

Love is still present. Laughter is too. Others wanting to help you, rooting for you. Fresh food surrounds. All stays well even after "you" destruct because You are so much more than what you believe.

Lift Off

The bird doesn't sit around *thinking* about if it can fly or not, it simply does.

We have been fear mongered from such a young age with news, media and entertainment that it is hard to imagine a safe and loving world including you and your dreams.

We have to intentionally drop back into our inherent sweetness to reconnect with our joy and reclaim our innocence. To see and be seen. To say and be heard. To feel and be held. These are the things we need as human animals while here and only when we align with our own unique strands will we take lift off.

Faith is being you 💯and only you know what this means. Being authentically you is for you to find out. It lives in the silence. In the spaces you are alone. In the dreams and realities laid out within the hearts cavity right in front of you.

Only for you to know, only for you to feel.

How's it going in there?

Choose to do the work and set yourself free.

Someday you will fly.



"I who am the beauty of the green earth and the white moon among the stars and the mysteries of the waters, I call upon your soul to arise and come unto me. For I am the soul of nature that gives life to the universe. From Me all things proceed and unto Me they must return. Let My worship be the heart that rejoices, for behold- all acts of love and pleasure are My rituals. Let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you. And you who seek to know Me, know that your seeking and yearning will avail you not, unless you know the Mystery: for if that which you seek, you find not within yourself, you will never find it without. For behold, I have been with you from the beginning, and I am that which is attained at the end of desire."



your meditation
your photography
your obsession with books

your yoga practice
your wellness journey
your never-ending reel of trainings and workshops

your coffee in the morning
your bowl of weed at night
your weekends drinking with friends

can all become just another mechanism
locking ourselves into patterns and habits
that we imagine are fueling our escape

where are we running to?
what are we hiding from?
how much longer is there left to go?

from the perspective of the mind alone
existence is exhausting and tricks us into believing
the self improvement
the green smoothies
the trips abroad and nuclear family photo frames will
freeze us into identities and roles that take shape as us

but are they really?

do the names we give ourselves and our duties
encompass the truth of our depth?

from the perspective of the symbolical heart
we come back to life
fuller and connected
in love with whoever winds up in front of our face

it is merely a roll of the dice how each day will unfold
and the analytics and senses of control and desire we exert
to keep our panic to a simmer
bind us to a small version of ourselves that
wants to be set free