Deep breath in from the bottom of your belly...... Hold it at the top underneath the collarbones.... Exhale. Let it all go with a biiiiiiiiiig sigh of relief. Then the corners of your lips turn upward and you can feel a sense of weightlessness. (If it didn't play out like that for you, close your eyes and try again until it happens.) :)
Someone asked me the other day if I had done my yoga practice for the day yet. My response was yes even though I did not do one downward-facing dog or forward fold in the hours between sunrise and the time of that question. Asana practice is one form of yoga; living life is another. My response was to the latter. I believe most of us go through life in a semi-unconscious or completely unconscious state. My reason for believing this to be true is supported by my interactions with others that, in a perfect world, where we ALL were completely paying attention to what we are doing, saying and thinking, we would be more loving and compassionate toward one another. The cashier would look at you in your eyes. The surfer would smile back when you smile at them as you both are showering off after getting out of the water. The person sitting next to you at the restaurant would not be afraid to ask you how your dinner is tasting tonight. Maybe those aren't the best examples, but it's the little things that make up the whole. So if the little things like that are misfiring, then the whole will too.
These experiences, as well as the ones I have in solitude, when it's just me and my actions, words and thoughts give me hope. The hope stems from the idea that because we are not fully realized beings yet, we still function (quite well) in a semi-conscious state. Some people even do in an unconscious state. And because we are still functioning, we have room for growth- as individuals and as a collective. If we can zoom waaaay out and pretend we are the stars looking down upon all the living beings that are buzzing together, we could see the beauty in Today.
Today, we are trying. I honestly think so. Or I guess at least I hope so. We are taught to always look for the Highest in all. That doesn't mean we have to love everything. That's almost impossible, right? If I really don't like to eat a steak, I can honor the fact that I choose not to love it or even like it. But, I can love the cow. Or I can appreciate that someone else is getting some amount of joy out of eating a steak, because then the more joy they have, the more we can enjoy each other when we cross paths.
My point here is that I think we are starting to wake up. I think it has been happening for years, and now in 2011, it is getting more intense. Maybe I feel it because I am surrounded by nature and let me tell you- that shit is powerful. I feel it each waking hour. Maybe even in my sleep too. My dreams have been pretty wild. Or maybe I feel it because I am devoting myself to a path or discovery and revelation, so when I see it in myself, I see it in others too. The light is shining brighter on the subject.
This past weekend, I was reminded of the yamas and niyamas. These are ethical codes of behavior towards ourselves and others. There are five of each and a few days ago, I decided to focus on one at a time for an entire month. So, each one for two or three days. The first was ahimsa: non-harming, non-violence in our actions, words, thoughts. Dang. Imagine if for just a day, we focused in sooo closely on where this plays out in our lives and each time something happened where our mind said "Wait, I think maybe that was harmful," we got a chance to see it, to bring awareness to it. TRY IT!!!! Just a warning: It may change your life.
My second point is this: we don't study yoga to get our foot behind our head. We study so our whole life, not just our hip, gets more flexible and open. I encourage you to take a look at ahimsa for the week. Really devote yourself to the practice of just watching your interactions. Are they harming you? Are they harming someone else? What kinds of thoughts do you think? Kind? Encouraging? Mean? Jealous? It's practices like this that are going to change your individual consciousness and contribute to the growth of the collective. The stars will continue to smile as they look down on us and see that we are really trying. I will smile too with the seed of hope in my heart that will blossom into a giant hibiscus plant- each flower being uniquely beautiful in color, shape and size. Like those flowers you can trip out on because they have such intricate detail that could keep your senses busy for at least 20 minutes. (I feel like that's a good amount of time to spend a flower in order to appreciate it fully- give or take a few moments). Yet all together, the plant forms a kind of beauty that will make your head turn as you drive down the highway when you see the bursts of colors within the deep green leaves.
Aloha from Maui!!
PS. I will be going on a digital detox next week. From the 17th-24th. I will check my phone in the morning... 7am my time, and in the evening... 7pm my time. No facebook. No blogging. It's gonna be wild, I'm sure. So I will write down my experiences and thoughts with
Friday, January 14, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The pendulum.
I cant help but to recall the internal voices who were calling to me before I left for Maui. They talked like I talk. With enthusiasm, fire and yet enough sweetness to make the heat seem unassuming, as if the words really didn't matter. But once you reflect on them, the weight is upon your shoulders just like a small child is when the world seems so vast above Daddy's eye-level. Heavy enough to make the muscles work, but not heavy enough to burden your skeleton.
One of the voices I heard loud and clear before I left was one who preached solitude. Today, I had a chance to ask a pendulum for guidance on this subject. Low and behold, the answer remains in clear agreeance with the voice. (Is agreeance a word? Spell check is saying no.) Either way, the pendulum supports the voice and vice-versa. Deep breathe in, lion's breath out.
What??!?! Me!?!?! Anna?!?! You want ME to be in solitude for 'x' amount of time? Like, for more than a minute? For a few days, maybe weeks, maybe months, dare I say years? Ugh. Ok, ok. I give in-- hesitantly. I get it. I get that its a good lesson to learn. I get that I am 25 and need to experience this virtue to its fullest. I get that when you experience emptiness than even the greeting of the morning sun becomes good company. I do. I get it intellectually, but emotionally, mentally, physically, I can truly say I have not REALLY been there. I've always had a friend to lean on, or a male distraction/form of entertainment to fix my eyes upon. A car to run errands so I can at least be around people. A coffee shop or bar to see ten people I know at at any given time.
Maybe this is what the locals mean when Maui gives you tests to take, and its not that she "takes you in or spits you out", but rather, can you stand up to the test of yourself? Can you face yourself in the middle of this place that has the power to put you in touch with your deepest Spirit? Can you clean off the dirt enough to look into the mirror in front of you and be willing to meet your lips with the lips of your reflection? Ultimately, can you love yourself just as you are. No makeup, fancy accessories, no other person to tell you how wonderful you are. No car to escape far away, no nothing. Just you, yourself and the natural elements that surround you- that wrap you up in banana leaves, smear aloe on your skin and warm you with the sun that stretches between the places where the ocean meets the sky. That, and cane spiders. The entire shri-filled spectrum of her gifts. Can you handle it, she asks?
Trust. Soften. (Maybe cry, maybe smile.) Breathe.
It's the deep breathe before the plunge. My test, I am foreseeing, is to see just how far down I can go. How much dirt can I clean off, and how many possessions I can survive in the jungle without? What tools do I keep near and dear to me and which ones am I willing to let go of to take some of the weight off while I continue to crawl (and sometimes leap) forward? Not easy! For me, terrifying at times-- the kind where you feel it from your skin to muscle and muscle to bone. The kind that makes you gasp for fresh air even if you know that air can only fill one lung.
It feels heavy. I'm willing to bear the weight right now. Simply because the gift that is in near sight is more and more liberation-- freedom. Sweet, nectarian freedom. Freedom from possessions, others and the self. Then, once I let go enough for it to take its course, once the lesson reaches its peak, I can know I am getting closer to that nectar. Friends will become something I hold like I would a newborn baby. Lovers will become Gods. Family will become stone pillars that wouldn't break even in the midst of the largest earthquake. And the self will be able to shine it's light like a firefly.
This, my friends, is a high calling. If you hear the voice inside, answer to it. Do your 'self' the favor. Crawl upon the jungle floor towards the beaches of Hana. Liberate.
One of the voices I heard loud and clear before I left was one who preached solitude. Today, I had a chance to ask a pendulum for guidance on this subject. Low and behold, the answer remains in clear agreeance with the voice. (Is agreeance a word? Spell check is saying no.) Either way, the pendulum supports the voice and vice-versa. Deep breathe in, lion's breath out.
What??!?! Me!?!?! Anna?!?! You want ME to be in solitude for 'x' amount of time? Like, for more than a minute? For a few days, maybe weeks, maybe months, dare I say years? Ugh. Ok, ok. I give in-- hesitantly. I get it. I get that its a good lesson to learn. I get that I am 25 and need to experience this virtue to its fullest. I get that when you experience emptiness than even the greeting of the morning sun becomes good company. I do. I get it intellectually, but emotionally, mentally, physically, I can truly say I have not REALLY been there. I've always had a friend to lean on, or a male distraction/form of entertainment to fix my eyes upon. A car to run errands so I can at least be around people. A coffee shop or bar to see ten people I know at at any given time.
Maybe this is what the locals mean when Maui gives you tests to take, and its not that she "takes you in or spits you out", but rather, can you stand up to the test of yourself? Can you face yourself in the middle of this place that has the power to put you in touch with your deepest Spirit? Can you clean off the dirt enough to look into the mirror in front of you and be willing to meet your lips with the lips of your reflection? Ultimately, can you love yourself just as you are. No makeup, fancy accessories, no other person to tell you how wonderful you are. No car to escape far away, no nothing. Just you, yourself and the natural elements that surround you- that wrap you up in banana leaves, smear aloe on your skin and warm you with the sun that stretches between the places where the ocean meets the sky. That, and cane spiders. The entire shri-filled spectrum of her gifts. Can you handle it, she asks?
Trust. Soften. (Maybe cry, maybe smile.) Breathe.
It's the deep breathe before the plunge. My test, I am foreseeing, is to see just how far down I can go. How much dirt can I clean off, and how many possessions I can survive in the jungle without? What tools do I keep near and dear to me and which ones am I willing to let go of to take some of the weight off while I continue to crawl (and sometimes leap) forward? Not easy! For me, terrifying at times-- the kind where you feel it from your skin to muscle and muscle to bone. The kind that makes you gasp for fresh air even if you know that air can only fill one lung.
It feels heavy. I'm willing to bear the weight right now. Simply because the gift that is in near sight is more and more liberation-- freedom. Sweet, nectarian freedom. Freedom from possessions, others and the self. Then, once I let go enough for it to take its course, once the lesson reaches its peak, I can know I am getting closer to that nectar. Friends will become something I hold like I would a newborn baby. Lovers will become Gods. Family will become stone pillars that wouldn't break even in the midst of the largest earthquake. And the self will be able to shine it's light like a firefly.
This, my friends, is a high calling. If you hear the voice inside, answer to it. Do your 'self' the favor. Crawl upon the jungle floor towards the beaches of Hana. Liberate.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Sandboxes and Clouds
So I'm trying REALLY hard to not get caught up in the beauty of this place and leave you all high and dry with no information on my whereabouts, insights and experiences. But, trust me on this one, it's tough. Maui makes it easy to get sucked in to a sloooooow pace. One where nothing reeeally matters except soaking up some sun and taking deep breaths all the way down to your toes so you can drink some of the prana she has to offer. She gives it freely to you, you just have to be willing to accept the tasty-ness of her with grace, and after you have taken your drink, offer gratitude for allowing her to quench your thirst.
Never have I been more full.
This weekend, I have had the great pleasure of beginning the Anusara Immersion that is happening... well, 15 minutes from my house in a beautiful home with a yoga studio inside that faces the ocean. Today, we were practicing and the teacher, Skeeter, decided it was more important to watch the whale that was dancing on the waters right in front of us. We agreed. That, along with the rainbow that greeted us right before practice, along with the depth of knowledge our teachers contain, along with the welcoming kula has made my heart so warm and soft. I STILL find myself asking if this place is even real. And Why am I so lucky to have gotten all of these majestic opportunities? Regardless of the answer, I am grateful. Overly grateful. To the point where I feel I should always be seeking a way to repay the gifts I have received.
I do remember a time in my life where this wasn't the case. My afflictions where too heavy and cloudy to allow for space and clarity to flow in. Granted, I am in paradise, but I do think this state of mind is possible for anyone, anywhere to sink into. Its a shift in perspective and perception.
This immersion program is a good reminder of the real practice of yoga for me- it has helped me to shift juuuust enough. We were asked to think about our own definitions of yoga and freedom. To me, freedom is being unbound and unrestricted in our experience of the laws of nature in their purest form. Yoga joins us with this freedom. We are also talking about the lila, the play, of concealment and revelation. Daaaang. Let that sink in..... The PLAY of being cloudy, concealed and getting clear, revealed to the object in question. I'm sure we have all had those moments when the clouds break and we see things a bit more clearly. Then we forget, get cloudy again, then clear. The play. The dance between the opposites. So beautiful. And the best part!: we will continue to do this our whole entire lives. We will all always, everywhere, all the time be playing in the sandbox. Some times we will be deep down under the sand where the heavy clay rests. Other times we will be on top of the highest slide. Most of the time though, we will be somewhere in the middle, on the monkey bars. Where it gets good is where we can see clearly and focus in on what we are playing with at the very moment. Which part of the sandbox are we in, and how interested can we get?
Ahhhhh good stuff. Off to dinner with the fam. ALOHA, my friends!!!
Never have I been more full.
This weekend, I have had the great pleasure of beginning the Anusara Immersion that is happening... well, 15 minutes from my house in a beautiful home with a yoga studio inside that faces the ocean. Today, we were practicing and the teacher, Skeeter, decided it was more important to watch the whale that was dancing on the waters right in front of us. We agreed. That, along with the rainbow that greeted us right before practice, along with the depth of knowledge our teachers contain, along with the welcoming kula has made my heart so warm and soft. I STILL find myself asking if this place is even real. And Why am I so lucky to have gotten all of these majestic opportunities? Regardless of the answer, I am grateful. Overly grateful. To the point where I feel I should always be seeking a way to repay the gifts I have received.
I do remember a time in my life where this wasn't the case. My afflictions where too heavy and cloudy to allow for space and clarity to flow in. Granted, I am in paradise, but I do think this state of mind is possible for anyone, anywhere to sink into. Its a shift in perspective and perception.
This immersion program is a good reminder of the real practice of yoga for me- it has helped me to shift juuuust enough. We were asked to think about our own definitions of yoga and freedom. To me, freedom is being unbound and unrestricted in our experience of the laws of nature in their purest form. Yoga joins us with this freedom. We are also talking about the lila, the play, of concealment and revelation. Daaaang. Let that sink in..... The PLAY of being cloudy, concealed and getting clear, revealed to the object in question. I'm sure we have all had those moments when the clouds break and we see things a bit more clearly. Then we forget, get cloudy again, then clear. The play. The dance between the opposites. So beautiful. And the best part!: we will continue to do this our whole entire lives. We will all always, everywhere, all the time be playing in the sandbox. Some times we will be deep down under the sand where the heavy clay rests. Other times we will be on top of the highest slide. Most of the time though, we will be somewhere in the middle, on the monkey bars. Where it gets good is where we can see clearly and focus in on what we are playing with at the very moment. Which part of the sandbox are we in, and how interested can we get?
Ahhhhh good stuff. Off to dinner with the fam. ALOHA, my friends!!!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Is this even real??!!?
Oh man. Where do I even start?? It's been 3 days since my plane touched down in Maui, aka paradise (and YES, I can honestly say 'they' were right- this place is paradise.) I'm sitting on the lanai overlooking the ocean right now and feel like my fingertips can no longer smoothly skate over the keyboard. I'm speechless. The beauty of Mama Maui unfolds her expansive wings to you and wraps you up tight in her warm arms. The best part: I don't want her to let go. I feel like for once, I am home. Home within myself. So comfortable, calm and open. All the teachings I have learned over the past 25 years are making more sense. The experience is happening and finally putting something tangible to the words and thoughts. Not to say teachings haven't sunk in deeply before, but big picture is as clear as well, a beautiful day in Maui! The shakti is overwhelmingly present and the insights are countless.
Trust. Soften. Breathe.
This mantra comes back to me once again. On day two, I read my last blog post. I couldn't even believe I wrote what I did. I asked, "Who is that girl??" Who was the girl that was afraid and nervous to come to this island because she was leaving her coffee shop and friends and family and apartment?? Trusting has been like second nature to me here. There is nothing to be worried about! It's like all my worries got washed away the second I jumped into the deep blue waves that crashed on the first beach we arrived on. Since then, everything has fallen into place. Everything.
After jumping in the ocean, Maureen took me to a Kombucha bar in Haiku. LOVE, Love, LOVE! We pulled up and the first thing I noticed was a local dude with a street bike. Thank God! You mean I can actually ride here?? I don't need bike lanes?? Ahhhhh sigh of relief. We pulled some seats up to the bar and the juice started flowing... first a fruity mango taster, then a mint cacao, then a gingery splash. All three fresh, homemade kombuchas equally amazing. Again, thank you God! The stories go on and on- hour and a half rainbows, fresh fruits, being able to make out the voices in the wind (no joke- the first night I heard my name in the wind. Melissa heard it too. Freaked me out, but it makes sense). Everything perfectly as it should be- welcoming me with seemingly open arms. Trust. Then we know what comes next....
Soften. Mmmmmmm soften into her arms. (Her is the island, btw. You might have to come visit me to know what I mean.) It's a perfect balance between the masculine and feminine. The power is here- you can feel it. The male energy of strength, assertiveness and stability. But she also allows you to lay down under her sun and be comforted, soothed and held. We took a drive to Kihei- did some yoga in the park, soaked up good food and conversation and the largest rainbow I have ever seen. It lasted for an hour and a half and its brilliance was breathtaking. It was as if it was a portal into another dimension. We could see the beginning from the ocean to the end at the base of Haleakala. It beauty is never-ending here, and it has softened me deep down towards my bones....
Aaahhhhhhhh breathe. My breaths are deeper and longer. The features of my face are less tense. Lion's breath has not been a part of my breath cycle since I got off the plane. With the spaciousness of the island comes awareness of the space between the space. The details of the trees and the water and each other become more interesting. I am able to focus in on what it in front of me, and at the same time, what is surrounding me for miles and miles. Deep breaths only deepen the awareness, which leaves room for so much more expansion.
Needless to say, I am not nervous or scared anymore. I am happy, peaceful and at home. I AM trusting, softening into her and breathing as deeply as needed. "Is it even real?!?", I've asked myself from moment to moment.... Ohhhhh yes. Yes. Completely.
Off to the beach to soak her up.... I'll be in touch soon. Sending love from here to where ever you are. Aloha!
PS. I'm jumping into an Anusara Immersion this weekend. Truly amazing. More to come about this experience soon....
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Evolution.
It's a good thing my legs are short. Thanks Mom and Dad for that- it's allowing me to be the most comfortable person in coach on this airplane at the moment. Back against the window, feet stretched to the aisle, one earphone in, the other out (so I can hear when we are beginning our decent to paradise), drinking my Breathe Deep Yogi tea. I could I say I am a happy camper, at the very least.
WOW what an intense past few days it has been. Leaving Sacramento and everything that needed to happen before I felt good about going was like a full-time job. Good thing I didn’t have a technical one! I kept saying, "Just keep going... When you get to Maui you will have nothing to do but enjoy yourself." Hopefully, it will unfold that way still. I believe it will. Just me, my bike, my new surfboard (thanks to Mr. Zac Diebels), and my new family- Maureen, Jed and the babes.
Thank you to everyone who came out to my party on Sunday. To all the friends and family that made the extra effort to fit some time in with me during the busy holiday season. To those who have granted me blessings and kind wishes and good thoughts. To Mom and Dad and brother (and Melissa, Brandon and Augie) for helping to get things in order so I could leave without tons of weight on my shoulders. To Maren for being my "life manager" these past few weeks- keeping me on track and helping to make my decisions for me. You don't know how much it helped. Love you all.
January 1st, 2011. 1.1.11. Daaang. I'm not big on New Year's really, because the hype is surrounded by resolutions. Last night I taught my last yoga class in Sacramento and we called it a New Year's Evolution class instead of Resolution. Smart, right? It makes sense. If you had to choose between the root words resolve and evolve, wouldn’t you rather choose evolve? To resolve seems restrictive. To evolve is expansive. We are all always changing-- evolving. Sometimes, we resolve, but mostly evolve, or at least I'd like to think we are. I think it might be the truth too. That's for you to decide for yourself.
If any kind of symbolism rings true for me this day, January 1st, it is the idea of new beginnings. Cheers to that!! I have no idea what I am in for. I haven’t even ever been to Maui. I don’t even know what it looks, smells, tastes or feels like. What I do know is that it's new and for once in my life, I am curious about a new place. My attachment to Sacramento is pretty strong. As I rolled down the rails on the train last night, tears welled up. I almost asked if it could go back. As Shelly took Melissa and me to the airport this morning, I asked if she could just go back down 80 to my home. She turned and smiled. Not a chance. J Good thing my friends are supportive and strong. And good thing I can't ask the plane to turn around.
Yes, of course I'm nervous as hell. But I'm also excited to see what is to come. I look around at all the people on the plane with me and wonder what they are going for. I bet no one is looking at me saying silently, "Oh, that girl is moving there. Wow." Most are probably for pleasure. Maybe some are for business. There might even be one or two others that are doing the same thing I am. Regardless, the one thing I can recognize in everyone else is that they took the time and the money to make this 'vacation' happen for themselves and their families. I think that's great. They thought to start the year off surrounded by beauty and the majesty of the islands. They are taking care of themselves. My only hope for them is that they actually get to relax. Traveling can be stressful.
My only hope for me is that I get to continue evolving. I feel like I will be spending a lot of time alone here. Out in the water. On the beach. In cafes and a hammock. Alone time is something I haven’t really experienced much of. Always a busy little bee-- making friends and things happen. Yes, I will totally make friends and things happen, just at a slower pace. The solitude will help to open my mind to who Anna really is. Deep, deep down. I definitely have an idea, but I want to know more, and when I find out, let the diamond shine! Get creative! Don’t hold back!
Everyone needs different things in their lives at different times. Whether it's grounding or shooting for the stars. I encourage you all to tune in to some solitude this week to explore what it is you really need for yourself- to encourage your evolution. Then, take action. I can feel this year is going to be good, for everyone. Cheers to you all on your paths. Happy 2011, my dear friends. Til next time.... Aloha!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
The life you've always DREAMED of....
In the past few days, I think the word most spoken to me is 'jealous'. People say, "OH MY GOOOOOD, I'm so jealous of youuuu!" (In a very excited voice). Or, "I'm jealous." (In a more somber tone, with serious eyes). Either way, I can't escape it. I understand I am moving to Maui, supposedly one of the most beautiful places on Mother Earth. Maybe I underestimate its beauty since I have never been there. We'll see in 3 more days. But I'm wondering about the jealousy... Just trying to figure it out. Let me paint two pictures, then we'll continue.
Picture #1: On the same day, at the same time (we can use my real-life situation- January 1st), every person on the planet decided to shoot for their wildest dream and make a positive change in their life. They changed their job because they hated it. Or ended their marriage because they were stuck in unhappiness. Or moved to Maui, for instance. :) Each person was stoked!! So excited the change finally happened!! Looking forward to how it plays out in their life. Faces are glowing!! Then, the aftermath- getting resettled. There is always that period of re-grounding after a major change, no matter how good or bad it feels. So now, we have a completely unsettled group of humans. Dang.
Picture #2: Every day, 100 people out of the entire human population (billions, right?) decided to make a major change for the betterment of their lives. They did what they had to do to make it happen, and that day they felt every emotion possible- excitement, sadness, curiosity, fear- all of them, just like the folks in Picture #1. They were still glowing, but ungrounded. The resettling process sets in for those 100 lucky humans. The good news: the rest of the group is there to offer support. The barista is still foaming milk. The yoga teacher still shows up to teach class. The garbage man still picks up the trash on the right day. Cool.
I tried to make the pictures as unbiased as possible. I didn't do a very good job, though. My point is this: We can't all move to Maui. The island would be too crowded. We can't all make these major changes all the time. We would be even crazier than we are as a whole. However, we CAN all set the wheels in motion and when the time comes, C'est la vie. Seize the freaking day! Do it! What are you waiting for?!!
People say they are jealous because I am going to Maui to spend some time in paradise. Is that your dream? Then come with me! Do you dream of a different heaven on Earth? One that would make you glow? Then seek it out, my friends. This heaven I speak of could also exist in your mind. All external circumstances aside, your journey is an internal one, seeking for a new understanding. Ahhh, you say it's not that easy, huh? Maybe.... maybe you are right. Maybe what you are meant to do right now is be just where you are. Maybe that is perfect for you right now. But the real question is, "Then what's next?" What's the next step toward your own enlightenment? If you have the dream, you have something to work towards, otherwise you wouldn't be dreaming of it. I know a few people who are pretty content with their lives, yes. But I'm almost positive most of us have thoughts of living our dreams. So what's the hold up?
I had a thought of thinking I was mistaken. Maybe everyone's wheels are set in action and I just don't realize it. Hmmmmm. They could be if you thinking about it from a certain angle- that everyone truly is where they are supposed to be right now. Some suffering and contracting and others rejoicing and expanding. Possible, yes.
Buuuuut, I'm not convinced. I think a lot more sparks could be flying from us beings. Point #2 for the night: Seek the life you've always DREAMED of. I promise, it's not that hard. I'm doing it, if that gives you any sense of hope. And I'm not the only one, so there is some more hope for you. This time we have right now could be taken from us in a split second. A plane could crash into my bed as I lay here and type to you. God forbid that happens. But it's possible.
I have faith in us. Us as a collective human race. We can do it- make the changes for the better. Glow... Brightly. It's scary, but trust me, it's so worth it. (And people compliment on your skin, which always is nice to hear.)
Xoxoxo, my loves. Good night. Sweet, sweet, fulfilling dreams to you.
Picture #1: On the same day, at the same time (we can use my real-life situation- January 1st), every person on the planet decided to shoot for their wildest dream and make a positive change in their life. They changed their job because they hated it. Or ended their marriage because they were stuck in unhappiness. Or moved to Maui, for instance. :) Each person was stoked!! So excited the change finally happened!! Looking forward to how it plays out in their life. Faces are glowing!! Then, the aftermath- getting resettled. There is always that period of re-grounding after a major change, no matter how good or bad it feels. So now, we have a completely unsettled group of humans. Dang.
Picture #2: Every day, 100 people out of the entire human population (billions, right?) decided to make a major change for the betterment of their lives. They did what they had to do to make it happen, and that day they felt every emotion possible- excitement, sadness, curiosity, fear- all of them, just like the folks in Picture #1. They were still glowing, but ungrounded. The resettling process sets in for those 100 lucky humans. The good news: the rest of the group is there to offer support. The barista is still foaming milk. The yoga teacher still shows up to teach class. The garbage man still picks up the trash on the right day. Cool.
I tried to make the pictures as unbiased as possible. I didn't do a very good job, though. My point is this: We can't all move to Maui. The island would be too crowded. We can't all make these major changes all the time. We would be even crazier than we are as a whole. However, we CAN all set the wheels in motion and when the time comes, C'est la vie. Seize the freaking day! Do it! What are you waiting for?!!
People say they are jealous because I am going to Maui to spend some time in paradise. Is that your dream? Then come with me! Do you dream of a different heaven on Earth? One that would make you glow? Then seek it out, my friends. This heaven I speak of could also exist in your mind. All external circumstances aside, your journey is an internal one, seeking for a new understanding. Ahhh, you say it's not that easy, huh? Maybe.... maybe you are right. Maybe what you are meant to do right now is be just where you are. Maybe that is perfect for you right now. But the real question is, "Then what's next?" What's the next step toward your own enlightenment? If you have the dream, you have something to work towards, otherwise you wouldn't be dreaming of it. I know a few people who are pretty content with their lives, yes. But I'm almost positive most of us have thoughts of living our dreams. So what's the hold up?
I had a thought of thinking I was mistaken. Maybe everyone's wheels are set in action and I just don't realize it. Hmmmmm. They could be if you thinking about it from a certain angle- that everyone truly is where they are supposed to be right now. Some suffering and contracting and others rejoicing and expanding. Possible, yes.
Buuuuut, I'm not convinced. I think a lot more sparks could be flying from us beings. Point #2 for the night: Seek the life you've always DREAMED of. I promise, it's not that hard. I'm doing it, if that gives you any sense of hope. And I'm not the only one, so there is some more hope for you. This time we have right now could be taken from us in a split second. A plane could crash into my bed as I lay here and type to you. God forbid that happens. But it's possible.
I have faith in us. Us as a collective human race. We can do it- make the changes for the better. Glow... Brightly. It's scary, but trust me, it's so worth it. (And people compliment on your skin, which always is nice to hear.)
Xoxoxo, my loves. Good night. Sweet, sweet, fulfilling dreams to you.
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