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Close to my heart
|Posted on December 22, 2017 at 6:47 PM||comments (0)|
We can no longer afford to be nice (Nice defined as pleasing, agreeable, polite, socially acceptable)
or angry for that matter.
Men and women cannot solve the imbalance of an over masculinised planet with masculine solutions.
We are all accountable. The divine feminine is not a women's trait, but a human trait just as is the masculine.
Not another second of sacrificing our wisdom to placate or inflame the out of control ego.
The planet desperately needs us to re-embrace the natural state of
Grace is forgiving, compassionate, kind, humane, tender-hearted, sympathetic, patient, tolerant, generous, thoughtful, charitable...
We will find our Grace and empower it with Love.
Anger, righteousness, criticism are all fear quivering underneath a puffed out chest. The ego wants you to be outraged, wants you to believe Love is weak, impotent, soft and fluffy. But it is the surging energy of a mother who summons the strength to lift a car from her trapped child. Love is the fierceness that holds someone so dearly that they will challenging them again and again to be accountable to their highest self.
It's time and you can feel the roaring force that will not turn back or cower. It all coming out in the open, the putrefying dysfunction of racism, sexism, homophobia, the raping of our resources... Once buried in the shadows, there is no way to avert our gaze one more time. Move into your courage and Grace and formidable power and take back your divine sovereignty to be whole.
|Posted on December 22, 2017 at 6:30 PM||comments (3)|
You know that past you've been keeping in the back of the closet?
The lies you've got tucked under the bed?
Those secret dreams of changing the world the you've tied up in a silk purse
and keep close to your heart?
Those things that have been pulling to be shared, confessed, lived?
The more they've pulled, the harder you've hidden them?
Well, the universe has just become your friend with no filter. That friend you trust to love you unconditionally with all your secrets is about to spill the beans.
Why? Because you are loved...
and all that holding in,
the self loathing,
the unfulfilled dreams
are making you sick and small.
You are so loved that you will be gifted with a Holy intervention.
Remember that, when it gets ugly and vulnerable and your ego thinks you're going to die.
When you're scratching at the walls desperate to dive into your chosen addiction,
your chosen escape,
and you can't unlock the door,
remember you are loved wholly and completely.
Right now you can choose to step into that room with the blinding lights of truth,
the stark walls of reality and surrender.
Make peace with yourself over and over.
Or you can wait to be dragged kicking and screaming.
Either way you're going in and you will come out transformed.
|Posted on September 15, 2017 at 2:11 AM||comments (0)|
Women and men are naturally being pulled from the gender extremes and converging into beautiful fluidity along the continuum. This is an evolutionary change mirrored in society. There is actually a powerful delineation mark of masculine versus feminine in men between Baby boomers and Gen X. (Men born in or before 1964 versus Men born in or after 1965.)
If you hold tight to the old paradigms your life will draw to you challenges over and over to help you break open.
If you'd like the gentler path. Begin today to question your stories about what it is to be a man. Question your stories about what it is to be a woman.
Begin to deconstruct the gender caricatures that were passed down. Don't just ask how you hold yourself back, ask how your stories restrict your partner, children, family, society...
I'm often shocked at the stories ingrained in my history that fall out of my mouth unquestioned. I am so grateful for those that stand up and shout "The emperor is naked" and wake us up to our rote blathering.
|Posted on September 15, 2017 at 2:04 AM||comments (1)|
I write about things, not because I've master them, but because I'm wrestling with them. Turning them over and looking at them this way and that. Never a place of completion, just lots of mud and questions.