Beautiful/Crazy

I was sick this past week...exhausted, poured out, and shattered. I was tired of holding it all together inside. I was poured out in ways that did not serve my highest and best. I was blown back by resisting life instead of being in the flow of living.

What struck me is that there was so much I was not expressing over the past months...this caused me to think about my sisters; all of the women in the world.

What are we, the feminine, not expressing? Why would we hold back our gift of authenticity and love?

Like Mother Earth and all of the everything that surrounds us, the gift of the feminine is authentic love. We are beautiful/crazy. We are unpredictable. We change. If we don't, we become dry and brittle. The lust of life becomes pushed deep underground in us and we pull away from life. We only go through the motions...but it's all a pretense.

By the time we do express after years of pushing down our expression, it becomes kinked and painful to us and those around us. It's like we're trying to fit the universe through a pinhole by screaming at the 'verse to become small and push, dammit!


To all of the women in my life: live, be your beautiful/crazy selves and let love shine through in every moment because that's exactly what you are...love, beautiful/crazy love.

Authentic/Conciousness

I dream of a world where we live authentically. Where there is honor and bliss in being real and present. I dream of a world where living as love and freedom is accepted as our birthright.

I can only make this world a reality for me by choosing it daily - in the moments that I am aware enough to see life for what it is. I choose it in spite of how I am seen by others, how uncomfortable I am in the midst of it, or how vunerable I am to all.


Have you ever talked to someone and you got the distinct sense that you were talking to their parents? Their words were from another time and just being repeated - because it's easier to accept and perpetuate what we have been told than to consider what we really, truly, want.


I have a sneaky suspicion that there are many others out there, living a life that was someone elses design. How many people are just going along? Or worse, how many are tolerating their life instead of enjoying it?


What if, just for a few moments a day, we practiced telling the truth - our truth - to someone that we love and trust? What if we practiced even if we didn't know what our truth was - we could start by saying that, perhaps? What if, by that communication, our ability to tell the truth grew and we became more and more comfortable with speaking from our heart. What if we, by this practice, became more connected to our innate intuition.

What if we felt more? More than going through the motions...more than just existing and going on day after day because we have to, for our kids, to get the job done, etc, etc.

What if life could be ecstatic? Ecstatically rich and delicious, fragrant and joyful...could we stand that much awesomeness?

Feel even more. Now.