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
We are ephemeral beings. We never know what tomorrow holds. We are always surprised by how quickly the days shuttle past.
The time to live is now.
There is no other place to be. … More Saturn Return: Searching Your Soul, Reviewing Your Life
“I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.” – Pablo Picasso … More Grace Notes: Risk Dreaming.
The world’s falling into darkness. Each one of us has to get lit up so we can find our tribe. … More Grace Notes: Calling All Light-Bringers
This is what it’s like to be an empath.
You feel too much. You see everything. You note the body language and discomfort and lies. The feelings of others hit you, knock you to the ground, and make it difficult to breathe or think. … More Life as Art: Avoiding Amputations
The closer these feet march toward the end of my glorious days on this blinding and beautiful planet, the more I realize that being alive while I am alive is the only goal. … More Life As Art: Normal is a Dryer Setting