The dam, the façade I had built to make myself believe I was in control and healed, that I put in place to make myself believe that the world believed I was solid & stable & secure & worthy & valuable has crumbled completely. It feels like all that was choked up behind it has rushed out and is consuming me from the inside out.

East West: The Dance of Transformation

Perhaps it’s not about becoming the butterfly or getting to the other side. Maybe it is just about fully immersing in the here and now -- in the dissolution, and letting go of what once was, once served, once was heralded by me as success and achievement. In the acceptance of what is. In the openness to receive what may be, is not yet, and could be.

Face Down in the arena.

Story. Edge. Breathe.

Wobbles and missteps. Thank you. A chance to begin again.

Flow requires a mindful presence to fully immerse in the here and now. Flow is acceptance of what is. Flow is space, structure, and

everything

in

between.

Come and dance in the sand with me. Let’s forget, break the rules, and remember our truest Selves together.

Maybe I’ll hang out at this crossroads a bit longer, not rushing to pick a road that someone else has defined as right, productive, or progress. I have faith that when the time is right, the fog will clear and I will Know in my mind, body, and soul which path I must forge for myself.

These practices of unbecoming are chipping away at the solid rock of burden and fear, making way for the trickle of bodhichitta to wash through me, allowing me to flow with the river of joy

A homecoming to dreams that have yet to be dreamscaped into reality. This is rooted awareness, the threshold to healing and wholeness.

Awareness, like the dawning of a new day, the moment before waking, between rest and renewal, that dreamlike state where anything is possible, and the world feels more vivid and clear than reality.

The essence of who we are, ruby slippers of gratitude and acceptance reside within each of us; a magnificent power to manifest home in our physical & spiritual body, and to create home externally.

Radical acceptance at the intersection of what was and what may be

Changemakers - Grief is not the enemy, nor a distraction to be avoided.

We can let loss and letting go create space for metabolizing grief, transforming it into that which may ultimately be our joy

Let go of what has been, reconnect with your deepest and most authentic self, and ready yourself to receive the wonder that is awaiting you.

It’s about the messy middle, the icky sticky goo between the what-was and what-may-be. A perspective of being “face down in the arena” somewhere between the reckoning and the rumble, definitely not yet the revolution.

The magical threshold of a chrysalis

Sometimes it is the fear of being completely untethered that keeps the River of Joy at bay. What if we let go just enough to let the River flow through us?

Internal healing as a means to sustainable social change

Every breath is a chance to begin again