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In response to Marcus’s question about whether we are human beings having a spiritual experience, or spiritual beings having a human experience, I’d like to share a story.
Sitting in an auditorium for a 2014 event focused on women’s empowerment, the woman who had just finished her speech announced, “Before you go to lunch, reach beneath your seat. There you’ll find an envelope that holds a message from your soul.”
I was at this retreat because I was at a crossroads in my life.
I had just given up my Ayurvedic practice, which I’d been studying and working toward building…
The second half of the title of this post—“A false sense of security is the only kind there is,”—is a quote by storyteller and teacher Michael Meade, who himself attributes it to an old Irish poem.
Whatever its roots, when he spoke it, my body tugged at me from the inside the way it does when something or someone speaks truth.
If the only kind of security we have is false, then that means there is no such thing as security at all. It means that there are no promises any of us get a “happily ever after.” It means…
Reading Bingz Huang’s prompt for this week, my first thought was that I did not have a word for this year, 2021, and thus would have to skip over this prompt. Not only do I never create a word for the year, I rarely set New Year’s resolutions, either.
Rather than resolutions, I try to live my life by Sankalpa, a Sanskrit word that means intention. The difference to me is an energetic one: intention is patient and consistent encouragement, much like an open palm placed gently on my back guiding me in the direction of my goals. A resolution…
The Lost Seeker
A seeker, filled with passion and excitement, decides to leave home to travel to unknown places; to go straight into the hidden depths of the human heart; to dive right into the stillness and the silence where the most profound wisdom ripens on the Tree of Knowledge.
The only way to get to their destination is by bus. The seeker is initially aware that the bus is nothing more than a mode of transportation; a cumbersome yet necessary first stage of the journey. …
“I’m uncomfortable around your anger,” my best friend admitted to me.
She admitted this, because we had the kind of friendship where nothing was off-limits. The kind of friendship where we mirrored each other’s thoughts and finished each other’s sentences. A friendship that, we often remarked, felt like we were nothing less than soulmates, meeting after a lifetime apart.
With a friendship like ours, and our habit of always being honest and 100% authentic with each other, I assumed we could weather any and all emotional valleys and plateaus. But, apparently, our friendship had been built on more level land.
My husband and I recently returned from celebrating our wedding anniversary in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.
We chose Cabo because it’s where we honeymooned and visited several times after. It’s relatively easy to get to and navigate around, the people are welcoming, and, though the ocean is largely unswimmable in these areas, I prefer to just watch it from the comfort of my beach chair anyway.
Like most of us, it’s been a long time since we’ve taken a vacation due to COVID. …
Dear Private Person:
I see you. More than that, I know you.
I know how you were raised, because it’s the same way I was raised:
Try not to be a burden on anyone, don’t take up too much space. Don’t be loud, or obnoxious, or needy. Don’t seek to be the center of attention. Keep a low profile, help out when you can, and most importantly, keep private things private.
I know how you think, too, because I used to think this way:
I can handle this; it’s no big deal. I’m probably exaggerating anyway, and I don’t want…
So, what did you do over quarantine? I studied the art of alchemical transformation!
Ever since then, I’ve been wanting to write a series of essays detailing what I learned and connecting it to my process and understanding. I finally finished it!
When you think about alchemy, you might think about the science of attempting to turn lead to gold. And it is that.
But alchemy is also a metaphor for the process of our spiritual growth and development. In the words of Carl Jung:
“The alchemical operations were real, only this reality was not physical but psychological.”
This piece is the second in a three-part series of articles. Read Part-1 here (To Face the Dragon is to Seize Life Itself and Part-2 here (The Sorting Stage of Transformation: Heroes Need Not Apply)
One day, several years after the birth of my second daughter, I began to feel nauseated. My appetite was shifting and erratic. And, my period was late. I knew these were the tell-tale signs of pregnancy.
But, I didn’t even need a pregnancy test to know that I was not pregnant with another human being. I knew I was pregnant with my new self.