I’ve loved this experience but I love the life I have, too.
It has been revelatory and heart-opening.
And now I want to go home. I want to go back to the familiar comforts and glorious sunrises and breathtaking wildness of Northern NM.
This way of life in Barcelona has been about being, much more than doing.
And I can take that sense of how to approach life home to NM.
I want less doing and more being, as a new friend said recently in a Facebook post. … More Look Homeward, Angel
It’s been a long time since I allowed myself to be lost.
It’s been a long time since I have gone out into a foreign city in a strange land and walked the streets, soaking up the cacophony of sights and sounds and smells. … More Let’s Get Lost
Last night when we were half way across the Atlantic, flying over seamounts outside of St. John, Newfoundland, I cast the I-Ching with my Kindle (how new age of me) and got the hexagram for Joy.
I’d asked about the purpose of this trip.
How perfect. Joy. … More Barcelona, baby
I will spend the Summer Solstice on the Mediterranean and carry the stars in my pockets.
I will eat tapas and drink beer and walk to the Picasso Museum and Sagrada Familia and Park Guell.
And I will write about my adventures… … More Miss Adventure Rides Again
Gratitude practice is like prayer. It works better when you actually do it. … More Grace Notes: #90daysofgratitude
So, what did that foray into helplessness teach me?
It taught me that there’s no shame in needing help. Everyone needs help now and again.
Everyone. … More The Art of Asking: Leap and the Net Appears
“Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.” – Anonymous
Help me embrace this beautiful, unique, incredible opportunity to teach, write, and learn in Barcelona this summer as a member of the inaugural class of Mindvalley U. I am certain that I will make the most of this chance to dialogue with and learn from everyone I meet there. … More Grace Notes: Answering When Called
When I forget to love myself enough to take down time, to see where I am pushing too hard, or to recognize the ways in which I block out the sound of life in favor of ‘motoring through’ another day, my spirit gets heartsick.
Then, my body gets heartsick.
Then, my body gets ill. … More Life As Art: Beautiful, Just as You Are
What have we done?
The bears are our brethren. The coyote sings to the wildness in our hearts.
The crescent moon with Venus floating like a teardrop under it is there to remind us that there is no Planet B.
If we flush our toilets into our water supply, what will we have left to drink? … More Life As Art: Who Speaks for the Trees?
I. Don’t. Know.
I don’t know why stars fall or crocus bloom or birds chatter as they take flight. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry or lie down on my bed and watch the clouds move.
I don’t know what will happen if the changes I see coming transpire. … More Grace Notes: I Don’t Know & That’s OK.