Birds singing in the morning is one of the most hopeful sounds on the planet
Right now, I’m listening to the one that says, Judy, Judy, Judy.
I’ve been drinking my coffee every morning from a springtime cup.
I’ve been walking every evening.
Read MoreThere was a meme going around that asked you what you would say to your 18-year-old self using only three words.
I answered it recently by saying, go to California. This was sort of a joke or at least, light-hearted, but I was thinking about that question later and realized what I would actually say to my 18-year-old self if I could only use three words:
Trust your intuition.
Read MoreTo everyone who canceled their travel plans and multi-household family meal, thank you.
To everyone who will spend this day alone.
To everyone who will go without food.
To everyone working in soup kitchens and food pantries, and everyone who will visit one.
Read MoreThe world is made of symbols.
The first thing I saw yesterday morning when I stepped out the back door was a hummingbird drinking from a trumpet vine.
This is God.
This is Love.
Read MoreThis week, I reached the bottom of my energy well.
The very, very bottom.
There wasn’t one drop left.
I was an empty husk of nothingness - but not in an enlightened Buddhist monk sort of way.
I reached my limit of what I could bear:
Read MoreNow is the time for radical love and compassion.
It begins with you, in the inner chambers of your heart, and reaches out to the rest of the world.
Now is the time for harmony and alignment, for leaving behind your old stories.
It is the time to re-evaluate your thoughts and beliefs -
Read MoreI used to think the spiritual path - the path of self-help and wisdom teachings and mystical fairs, the path of sitting across the table from a tarot reader or praying with a priest - was the path of self-discovery.
I used to think the quest that burned in the center of my heart was the quest of finding myself.
If I could discover who I was, if someone could see me and tell my purpose to me, then I could thrive.
If I knew the dimensions of my light, then I could shine it.
Read MoreTwo years ago yesterday, Tracy and I climbed the endless mosaic-covered steps up to our Air BnB in Laurel Canyon.
It was like walking a staircase into a dream.
Do you have a place like this?
A place that has inexplicably and illogically called to you your whole life?
Read MoreMy neice and I joke that my car has anxiety.
It has a warning light and an alarm that sounds every time I start it, but there’s not actually anything wrong. I mean, I don’t know, there might be something wrong, but I’ve been driving with that warning light and alarm bell for about a year now.
Chronic free-floating anxiety is like that.
Read MoreI recently drove past a church on my way to a lacrosse game. The big sign out front said, Worry Less, Pray More.
My first thought was, I’m so grateful I don’t go to a church that has one of those signs. My next thought was, I’m actually okay with that theology. (I’m typically not okay with the theology espoused on this particular sign.)
I suppose if you think of God as a man in the sky who grants wishes, the idea of prayer sounds pretty silly, like surrendering your worries to the tooth fairy.
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