The Day I Realized I Was Enough

The Day I Realized I Was Enough

I finally realized I was “Enough” on October 22, 2016.  I was standing in a circle around a fire on retreat with my teacher.  Two days before I had felt a rush of shame come through my body.  The mean voice in my head that criticizes and judges me was strong.  I called myself out.  I admitted to everyone in the group that I was feeling small and comparing myself.  It felt good to say it out loud. 

 

We were offering prayers to loved ones of people in the group who were really sick or struggling or who had died.  Sprinkling sage, tobacco, corn, rose petals, pinon needles and other offerings to the Earth on the fire.  As I was listening to fellow friends and seekers talk about two-year-old nephews with terminal illnesses, sisters with brain cancer, and friends who died too young, a piece of my healing clicked in. 

 

“Who the f*ck are you to not be good enough?  (this is the voice of my encouraging inner football coach talking!)  People have terminal diseases and you in your healthy body with your bright mind and all your skills aren’t good enough?  What?!”

 

I was actually appalled with myself.  That I had created this tiny cage and put myself in it.  In that moment, it felt like blasphemy to have ever put myself down.  To have ever disregarded myself or disrespected my life.   And just like that, good enough was locked in.  It only took me 41 years to do it.  I’ve gone at this one hard in about a bazillion different ways.  It all mattered and it all added up to this moment.  Now, I can’t even remember why I wasn’t good enough.  Something about the color of my teeth or the lack of muscle tone in my thighs or how much I sit around when I should be doing something. 

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So Here's The Good News

So Here's The Good News

The last 13 days since the inauguration has felt like five years.  I’ve been rabidly glued to my news feeds wondering what this man is going to do next.

 

So, here’s the good news.  And you can take this or leave this.  I am consciously choosing to look at this experience as a global healing event.  I don’t think this choice is delusional or “being positive.”  I actually think of it as completely realistic.

 

The collective’s dirty laundry is being shoved into the light of day-all of the rage, grief, misogyny, racism, fear, xenophobia, patriarchal conditioning, rape culture, etc.  Everything unsavory is now in a steaming pile in the middle of the room for all to witness.  This is the collective shadow aka the dark, distasteful, hidden side. 

 

We all have our own shadow side-the parts of us that we have decided are “bad.”  The parts of us that are jealous, afraid, angry, wounded, sad, lonely, ashamed.  As a person, you make up part of the collective shadow.  Every icky thing we are seeing outside of us right now reflects the sum total of billions of people’s long standing internal pain and suffering projected onto the world stage. 

 

You can’t heal a wound that you can’t see.  The collective had to get to a tipping point that forces us to act.  We finally have a true opportunity to do let old structures fall away and create new ones that reflect our humanity and love. 

 

In the midst of these wacky times, I have never felt more purposeful or alive.  I see the most engaged, turned on, three eyes open, brilliant, tender, compassionate cavalry charging together and bringing support and all their full open hearts. It is a joy to see during the chaos. When your world gets turned upside down, you get to see what you are made of and we are made of some pretty amazing stuff.

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Make Your New Year Great Again (<--I couldn't resist)

Make Your New Year Great Again (<--I couldn't resist)

I did a Death Meditation Wednesday night with the dark of the Moon.  I lit some candles and spent some time being led through the last twelve hours of my life.  I wrote down all my regrets, all the things I wished I’d said to people, what’s holding me back, what I’m imprisoned by, the lies I tell myself, what needs to die, my last words to my loved ones, and what matters to me. 

 

Heavy, yes.  Intense, yes.  Cried buckets, yes. 

 

Just what I needed…absolutely.  I allowed that death energy to move through me and my life to clear the debris and the old patterning and all the places I was still stuck.  You let things die for new things to have space to come in.

 

We are closing out a nine-year cycle with the ending of 2016.  This was a year of completion and loose ends and closure.  That’s why it’s been pushing you so much.  When life is asking you to wrap something up and you continue to fight it, it’s going to feel pretty bad.  Life lessons come at you with a whisper and a feather touch and they amp up to a shout and a hammer if you’re on your tenth opportunity to learn it. 

 

Next year is a One Year in numerology.  A One is a new beginning and a clean slate.  There is a lot of magic available with a new year because we have a collective agreement that this is a fresh start. 

 

We know that when the page turns over to 2017 that we’ll have a cosmic do over.  But how your year goes is up to you.  It’s also up to the Universe but your job is meeting it half way with inspired action.  Your world only changes when you change.  When you change your boundaries, your relationship with yourself, the way you relate to other people, how much space you allow yourself to take in the world, how much you can receive.

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