A few months ago, I was leading morning meditation and teaching a happiness course at REI’s Outessa Summit—an outdoor adventure event/retreat for women.
I often feel a fire in my belly start to churn in the wee hours of the morning; my body and my spirit are ready to awaken and seize the day. But I do my best to go back to sleep until I hear the roosters crow.
It’s tempting, at times, to look at my life circumstances and say, “Wow, with all of this going on, there’s no way I’m going to feel any joy.”
But the truth is, life’s circumstances have little or no value when it comes to experiencing real joy.
Let’s make America great again. Yes, let’s do just that.
We have a new President. He’s the wild card, the Trump card played by a surprisingly large number of Americans who wished to be heard. He led with hatred, he spoke with aggression, yet he’s been voted into one of the greatest positions of leadership our world knows.
Mindfulness is all about the human experience of every moment.
What are you feeling?
What are you thinking?
How can you breathe more life into your body?
"Aging is an extraordinary process whereby you become the person that you always should have been." -David Bowie
It has been said that “youth is wasted on the young,” which leads me to wonder…
What would your wiser Self tell your younger Innocent one?
Stuff happens--all the time--in life, in relationships, and in business.
Just the other day, I was on top of the world. I was in New York City having some amazing business meetings and heading to a lunch meeting with one of my spiritual mentors, Marianne Williamson, when I received an unexpected phone call. BAM! I was stopped in my tracks.
Months ago, I received a text message from one of my closest friends. She’s the godmother to my girls, the kind of heart friend who’s walked miles beside me through the ups and downs of life. Lots of life. (College, love and marriage the births our kids, divorce and death--yup, we’ve done it all together. And, now, this too.)
My home sits on top of a knoll in parts of John Muir’s exploration territory in the east bay of San Francisco. It’s a rural valley, and people move out here for the peace and quiet to retreat from the world. Our neighborhood doesn’t even have real neighbors; we are all spread out with land around us. Sometimes, it feels like I’m the only one who lives here---yet sound does travel reminding me that just isn’t so.
It’s natural to feel fear during transition and change. It feels a little like sitting on the edge of the Grand Canyon and looking across thinking, “I want to go there, but how the heck am I going to make that leap?”