it is so simple, they just want us to “wake up!”

So, is Love immutable (unchangeable)?

Meaning, can we fall out of love with someone? Can love end once it begins?

Yikes, where have the last three months gone? This blog is so inadequate to describe the “going on’s” in my life during this time.

There is a moment I have experienced when the person who agitated my life to such an extreme that on occasion I’d think “boy, I could punch you” - magically becomes just a person. 

This morning at the end of my morning meditation, I ended up with this shit-eating grin on my face... I had connected with my own preciousness. 

I have come to the conclusion for myself that there is a myth being told of Spiritual Slogging. It is the story of the long arduous journey towards enlightenment taken by spiritual seekers. 

I’ve been told that I am brave. So many times that I’ve had to pause and ponder this.

Has someone looked at you with eyes of interest and a slight sparkle?  Has someone touched your hand just to bridge the space between the two of you for a moment?

My dad passed away three days ago. 

I’m sitting squarely in knowing of why dying with regret is so painful.  It is the missed experience.

Something inside of me hungers for magic. It is a part of me that was dead for so many years. As a child, I felt this magic.

I suspect if we all truly felt the kindness in the universe our life would change substantially. Our planet would change substantially.

I have grown aware of the cost of judgment in my own life.  It separates me from others.

When I taught last week a student came up to me and asked me this question “As humans is it ever possible to love truly unconditionally?”

Today I woke to the feeling of a sweet, simple love.  It is love without drama, love without pain, and love without any external happenings. 

So last weekend I threw my back out at ecstatic dance. Before I go on with that story… here is a million dollar question… What is your currency in life?

Such a weird sentence in my head the other day.  “It never mattered that you loved me, but that I felt it.”

A few weeks ago while taking a class instead of staying after class to socialize, I ran.  Yep, I ran like a chicken shit to avoid the possibility of standing like an awkward idiot. 

I used to think these wise string of words, if they came from my mouth, would symbolize something about me.  They didn’t.  I used to think these books held knowledge I needed to know… they don’t. 

There was a pivotal moment for me, a little over a year ago.  I’ve named it my “coffee crossroads.”