Enough, already

556F283F-7B56-48BB-8749-9CEDB97EA889The transition to a new year is so often filled with thoughts of who we aren’t. Who we meant to become during the past year, but didn’t. How we plan, with our very best intentions, to try again – even better! – in the year ahead.

What if instead you took this moment to look at who you did become? You are not the same person you were a year ago. You have encountered more lessons, and faced them all with grace. Some may have challenged you – you may even think you failed – but in fact, it was the willingness to greet them with an open heart that was the true test. 

Look at you, one year further along on the beautiful path that is your becoming. Well done, you courageous soul. 🌟

May this next year bring even more adventure, music, beauty, quickened heartbeats and moments of pure, perfect stillness that remind you that you are everything you need, and everything the world is asking for. 


Rinse and repeat

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I made a decision just a few years ago from a place of profound darkness. 

My heart was pretty beat up. I was in that place where we all find ourselves occasionally, full of the grief of mourning the failure of my own expectations. Years of being “just fine, thanks” and “deciding” to be happy caught up with me. I felt like hope had sold me out, and and I was bone tired. 

I felt myself closing off as I “learned my lesson,” and I was ready to protect myself from ever feeling that pain again. I wasn’t ever going to expect anything good from anyone. That was the answer. I was sure of it. And wow, did I think it made me strong.

The more hits our hearts take, the more tempting it is to close them off. To break up with hope one last time. To decide vulnerability is for suckers, and you’re tired of being one of them. 

Vulnerability is a portal, though. It takes you to all the things that make life worth living. In fact, it’s the only way to get to the deepest levels of those experiences. A life without the risk of pain is also a life without the light, and joy, and LOVE that only come through a willingness to be vulnerable. 

Frustrating, yes. But, true.

So I made a deal with myself. My heart would stay open. Completely, totally, free and open. No matter what. I decided it was resilient enough to withstand whatever came its way. I had made it that far, right? And I was limping, but that also meant I was still standing. 

And my heart was still beating.

Many times since then, my resolve has been tested. The hits have come, and come again, some knocking me straight back down to my knees. I’ve even declared the deal off once or twice, in moments when I thought I might suffocate from sadness. Just live in the world for a day right now with your eyes fully open, and I dare your heart not to break.

As the old song goes, that’s how the light gets in, though. Let it break. The coming back together again is what it does best. It’s made for that work. Whole again and again, if always in a new way. 

Wake up, and start again. You don’t have to decide to feel ok. Just decide not to give up, or close off. There is so much good work to be done by those who are willing to limp back to standing, and so much love to be shared by those whose well worn-in hearts are open to holding it.

Image credit: Nayyirah Waheed


Monday Moment: Home base

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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the role of my mindfulness practice in my life. I spend a lot of time on the move – around town, to different towns, and when I’m lucky, around the world. It may sound exciting, to always be changing venues, and it definitely can be. But, over time, it can just as easily overload your circuits and wear you out.

Stepping out of your comfort zone is an incredible experience, but we need to balance those experiences with moments that bring us back to center, so we can then venture back out.

But, as the famous title implies, wherever I go, there I am. Well, there mindfulness is, and in turn, myself. Finding my breath and turning my focus inward, for even a few minutes, is a reset button in the midst of any experience. It’s like going home, only to realize I never really left.

In other words, it isn’t as much about where you are as it is about what, or whom, you find there. To be at home in the world is to be at home with yourself first.