"What’s happening now in culture, in the feminist movement and in the consciousness movement, is that people are slowly moving toward awareness of their essential selves, which feels so liberating to me. Because doing so leaves room for feelings and proprioceptive embodiment, mindfulness, all of these fantastic words that basically describe the idea of us coming home to ourselves; coming home to our bodies; not having to split off; not having to fight, flight, or freeze; healing traumas; recognizing what the traumas even are that keep us from living in a connected, inspired, and fulfilling way; and making a safe space physically, emotionally, psychologically, and spiritually for this inquiry to happen."
Alanis Morissette in an interview with 1440
It is completely natural to morph from one version of yourself to another, to experience the shades of your grey, the bursts of your color.
Sometimes I'm so silly. Can't keep it together, acting like a big kid, bubbles and chalk with me everywhere I go.
Then I get real confident and chatty. This happens out in public a lot, socializing. I love people and have meaningful things to say. Speaking with excitement and interest drives me to others, thirsty for connection.
An intimate and exposed nature comes out around those I trust most. The soft and sensual side reveals iself. Innocence of the raw me takes over while listening to the hearts of others.
Flavor, flaaaaav! I like to rap, blair hip hop and involve my spirit in as much of my life as possible. Spice it up and enjoy moments for the fullness that they contain.
And when push comes to shove, l have something to say. Bold and committed to justice for all. Which means standing up for people when they are being slandered and slaughtered left and right. Being the protector of hearts, including your own. Being strong and saying what needs to be said.
There are so many pit stops I've taken along the way, illuminating different rooms, on various floors, with windows and doors leading to new places, all within my emotional, spiritual and physical anatomy.
That's pretty vast.
We're pretty vast.
Get fascinated by what's within, the differences *aka your gifts* and start sharing them with the world.
You contain a spectrum and throughout life you will find yourself dancing in various shoes, smiling at new faces and becoming the person you are meant to be.
While you're here, you have yourself.
Might as well start the journey of looking within... and make it count.
You're going to change about a million times over and if the crowd in your head (church, school, romantic partner, parents, friends, co workers) dictates who you should be and how you should be, you won't feel right, something will feel off.
The only way to discover who you are is to remove all the noise and be with silence. Not just once but time and time again. To listen to the dialogue of your own thoughts, your fears, your darkness. To watch the movie that is you as it shifts from scene to scene.
Sharing who you really are and who you keep becoming is the hardest job around. There aren't external success meters that inform you of pay off. Being you through and through is the reward.
A few weeks into 27 and I feel so different than I did last year. The way I want to move through the world, the way I choose to show up, what I focus on and what doesn't matter to me anymore is new terrain.
The journey of your life is meant to be just that. A trek filled with twists and turns, peaks and valleys, new sights and understandings. Don't let the illusion of complacency keep you from exploring the fullness that IS you. Stay committed to the journey, stay brave in the quest, stay honest in reflection and stay open to unlimited possibility.
what mood or state of being do you like best?
what mood or state of being feels most like you?
what creates that mood or feeling for you?
when do you feel inspired?
what excites you to be alive?
if you could choose a character trait that you favor, it would be? why?
if you could choose to be anywhere, where would it be? why?
when do you feel of purpose?
WHEN DO YOU FEEL THE MOST POWERFUL?
Why should a woman's success be a threat to a man?
Why do we teach women to aspire to marriage without teaching boys the same thing?
Gender prescribes who we should be rather than seeing who we are.
I've been going through my old journals and most recently, reading through the pages I filled up during my month in India, this time two years ago, with my sister. Heart won't forget.
This blog has been growing and changing shape for the two years+ it's been alive and I am grateful for the practice of consistency, the ego mania challenge and the pull of providing something for a group of people, sometimes at the expense of myself.
I have developed the many aspects of myself within these shared containers because I have always believed in transparency and shared responsibility. Plus, it's way more fun to participate in togetherness.
The time has come to realize a changing of season, and with that, much transition is ahead.
Our last SR circle will be this upcoming Monday and what will follow, I will find out.
The last yoga class I teach will be this upcoming Thursday and what will follow, I will find out.
What I have noticed while playing intimately in the digital realm is informative but also lacking in quality. I drew close to those truly sharing themselves on their account and realized one day when unfollowing 600+ people, that I was rarely inspired by a majority of the content I was viewing because I didn't feel anything from it.
I sat down one day when realizing the huge impact who I follow has on me and said, "Does this person inspire you?"
Inspiration isn't just happy and curated forms, and I found for me, it was often the opposite. I was repulsed by the amount of faking it that reeked from most accounts and if the answer to my question was no, I unfollowed.
I am surrounded by a radical community of people who show up and allow themselves to be seen, who put their heart on the line to be critiqued, who do what is being called through them, regardless of what everyone else has to say about it.
The years of experiencing this, in real life, have continued to ground me in the actual world versus the internet world. Completely different rules and ways of playing.
I will continue to use this blog, this site and the various platforms online to spread and share meaningful content and the very simple ramblings of a basic life lived fully.
When you get things in the mail, tangible and real, when you share in held eye contact, warm and true, there is nothing digital that can substitute.
I am beyond thankful for the givers and receivers in my life.
It has taught me what foundation is, what roots represent, what the fundamentals of life lived well, are.
Here are some of my favorite writings over the years if you'd like to revisit:
This one is about why being open is a must and why it's so hard.
This one is about why asking big questions is necessary.
Here I make predictions about the future which was fun.
This one is about change and why it's terrifying everyone.
Why we let go and surrender is here.
And finally, why work-life balance is a BS term that confuses everyone is here.
I have become a stronger writer through each piece and reviewing them is so special to see where I've come from.
I hope you enjoy.
life is beautiful
just like you
by Jon Kabat-Zinn
If you look up the word “spirit” in the dictionary, you will find that it comes from the Latin, spirare, meaning “to breathe.” The in breath is inspiration; the out breath expiration. From these come all the associations of spirit with the breath of life, vital energy, consciousness, the soul, often framed as divine gifts bestowed upon us, and therefore an aspect of holy, the numinous, the ineffable. In the deepest sense, the breath itself is the ultimate gift of spirit. But, as we have seen, depth and range of its virtues can remain unknown to us as long as our attention is absorbed elsewhere. The work of mindfulness is waking up to vitality in every moment that we have. In wakefulness, everything inspires. Nothing is excluded from the domain of spirit.
As much as I can, I avoid using the word “spiritual” altogether. I find it neither useful nor necessary nor appropriate in my work at the hospital bringing mindfulness into the mainstream of medicine and health care, nor in other settings in which we work such as our multi-ethnic inner-city stress reduction clinic, prisons, schools, and with professional organizations and athletes. Nor do I find the word “spiritual” particularly congenial to the way I hold the sharpening and deepening of my own meditation practice.
This is not to deny that meditation can be thought of fundamentally as a “spiritual practice.” It’s just that I have a problem with inaccurate, incomplete, and frequently misguided connotations of that word. Meditation can be a profound path for developing oneself, for refining one’s perceptions, one’s views, one’s consciousness. But, to my mind, the vocabulary of spirituality creates more practical problems than it solves.
Some people refer to meditation as a “consciousness discipline.” I prefer that formulation to the term “spiritual practice” because the word “spiritual” evokes such different connotations in different people. All these connotations are unavoidably entwined in belief systems and unconscious expectations that most of us are reluctant to examine and that can all too easily prevent us from developing or even from hearing that genuine growth is possible.
On occasion, people come up to me in the hospital and tell me that their time in the stress reduction clinic was the most spiritual experience they ever had. I am happy that they feel that way because it is coming directly out of their own experience with the meditation practice, and not from some theory or ideology or belief system. I usually think I know what they mean; but I also know that they are trying to put words to an inward experience which is ultimately beyond labels. But my deepest hope is that whatever their experience or insight was, it will continue for them, that it will take root, stay alive, grow.
Hopefully they will have heard that the practice is not about getting anywhere else at all, not even to pleasant or profound spiritual experiences. Hopefully they will come to understand that mindfulness is beyond all thinking, wishful and otherwise, that the here and now is the stage on which this work unfolds continuously.
The concept of spirituality can narrow our thinking rather than extend it. All too commonly, some things are thought of as spiritual while others are excluded. Is science spiritual? Is being a mother or father spiritual? Are dogs spiritual? Is the body spiritual? Is the mind spiritual? Is childbirth? Is eating? Is painting, or playing music, or taking a walk, or looking at a flower? Is breathing spiritual or climbing a mountain? Obviously, it all depends on how you encounter it, how you hold it in awareness.
Mindfulness allows everything to shine with the luminosity that the word “spiritual” is meant to connote. Einstein spoke of “that cosmic religious feeling” he experienced contemplating the underlying order of the physical universe. The great geneticist Barbara McClintock, whose research was both ignored and disdained by her male colleagues for so many years until it was finally recognized at age eighty with a Nobel Prize, spoke of “a feeling for the organism” in her efforts to unravel and understand the intricacies of corn genetics. Perhaps ultimately, spiritual simply means experiencing wholeness and interconnectedness directly, a seeing that individuality and the totality are interwoven, that nothing is separate or extraneous. If you see in this way, then everything becomes spiritual in its deepest sense. Doing science is spiritual. So is washing the dishes. It is the inner experience which counts. And you have to be there for it. All else is mere thinking.
At the same time, you have to be on the lookout for tendencies toward self-deception, deluded thinking, grandiosity, self-inflation, and impulses toward exploitation and cruelty directed at other beings. A lot of harm has come in all eras from people attached to one view of spiritual “truth.” And a lot more has come from people who hide behind the cloak of spirituality and are willing to harm others to feed their own appetites.
Moreover, our ideas of spirituality frequently ring with a slightly holier-than-thou resonance to the attuned ear. Narrow, literalist views of spirit often place it above the “gross,” “polluted,” “deluded” domain of body, mind, and matter. Falling into such views, people can use ideas of spirit to run from life.
From a mythological perspective, the notion of spirit has an upwardly rising quality, as James Hillman and other proponents or or archetypal psychology point out. Its energy embodies ascent, a rising above the earthbound qualities of this world to a world of the non-material, filled with light and radiance, a world beyond opposites, where everything merges into oneness, nirvana, heaven, a cosmic unity. But, while the unity is surely an all-too-rare human experience, it is not the end of the story. What is more, all too often it is merely nin parts wishful thinking (but thinking nonetheless) and only one part direct experience. The quest for spiritual unity, especially in youth, is often driven by naivete and a romantic yearning to transcend the pain, the suffering, and the responsibilities of this world of eachness and suchness, which includes the moist and the dark.
The idea of transcendence can be a great escape, a high-octane fuel for delusion. This is why the Buddhist tradition, especially Zen, emphasizes coming full circle, back to the ordinary and the everyday, what they call “being free and easy in the marketplace.” This means being grounded anywhere, in any circumstances, neither above nor below, simply present, but fully present. And Zen practitioners have the wholly irreverent and wonderfully provocative saying, “If you meet the Buddha, kill him,” which means that any conceptual attachments to Buddha or enlightenment are far from the mark.
Notice that the mountain image as we use it in the mountain meditation is not merely the loftiness of the peak, high above all the “baseness” of quotidian living. It is also the groundedness of the base, rooted in rock, a willingness to sit and be with all conditions, such as fog, rain, snow, and cold or, in terms of the mind, depression, angst, confusion, pain, and suffering.
Rock, the students of psyche remind us, is symbolical of soul rather than spirit. Its direction is downward, the soul journey a symbolic descent, a going underground. Water, too, is symbolical of soul, embodying the downward element, as in the lake meditation, pooling in the low places, cradled in rock, dark and mysterious, receptive, often cold and damp.
The soul feeling is rooted in multiplicity rather than oneness, grounded in complexity and ambiguity, eachness and suchness. Soul stories are stories of the quest, of risking one’s life, of enduring darkness and encountering shadows, of being buried underground or underwater, of being lost and at times confused, but persevering nevertheless. In persevering, we ultimately come in touch with our goldenness as we emerge from the darkness and the submerged gloom of the underground that we most feared but nevertheless faced. This goldenness was always there, but it had to be discovered anew through this descent into darkness and grief. It is ours even if it remains unseen by others or even at times by us ourselves.
Fairy tales in all cultures are for the most part soul stories rather than spirit stories. The dwarf is a soul figure, as we saw in “The Water of Life.” Cinderella is a soul story. The archetype there is ashes, as Robert Bly pointed out in Iron John. You (because these stories are all about you) are kept down, in the ashes, close to the hearth, grounded but also grieving, your inner beauty unperceived and exploited. During this time, inwardly, a new development is taking place, a maturation, a metamorphosis, a tempering, which culminates in the emergence of a fully developed human being, radiant and golden, but also wise to the ways of the world, no longer a passive and naive agent. The fully developed human being embodies the unity of soul and spirit, up and down, material and non-material.
The meditation practice itself is a mirror of this journey of growth and development. It too takes us down as well as up, demands that we face, even embrace, pain and darkness as well as joy and light. It reminds us to use whatever comes up and wherever we find ourselves as occasions for inquiry, for opening, for growing in strength and wisdom, and for walking our own path.
For me, words like “soul” and “spirit” are attempts to describe the inner experience of human beings as we seek to know ourselves and find our place in this strange world. No truly spiritual work could be lacking in soul, nor can any truly soulful work be devoid of spirit. Our demons, our dragons, our kings and queens, our crevices and grails, our dungeons and our oars are all here now, ready to teach us. But we have to listen and take them on in spirit of the heroic never-ending quest each of us embodies, whether we know it or not, in the very fabric of a human life lived, for what it means to be fully human. Perhaps the most “spiritual” thing any of us can do is simply to look through our own eyes, see with eyes of wholeness, and act with integrity and kindness.