“Again,–nothing you do or think or wish or make is necessary to establish your worth.” — A Course in Miracles
When I read the sentence above this morning, I felt my shoulders relax so deeply. What a beautiful reminder, while still wearing pajamas, that nothing that I do, no role that I play, no thing that I achieve or do not achieve, no win, nor any loss, has an impact on my worth.
The world is upside down and we are indoctrinated to believe quite the opposite. We are bombarded with images that associate worth with money, power, things, and roles. This upside down-ness is something that we can learn to turn right side up.
Think of a bouquet of flowers. You can say, these flowers are ugly. You could smear shit on them. You could stomp them into the ground. You could pull the heads off of the stems. Or you could worship them. You could say they weren’t flowers they were amazing beings sent here for us to worship. You could dip them in gold and make a shrine for them. You could also ignore them, just walk by and not even notice.
It doesn’t matter to the flowers. All of your thoughts or wishes or actions to the flower can not change the inherent worth of the flower. It is a flower and nothing can change that. If flowers had the ability to think, they might start to believe the way that you see them is real, but even that wouldn’t change the inherent flowerness of the flower.
We are those flowers. Bright beautiful beings of light, inherently worthy just by virtue of having been blessed with life. Nothing can change that and nothing can take that away. Others may try to pop our heads off the stem, or maybe they’ll dip us in gold, or perhaps they look through us like we are invisible. And before anyone outside of us does, that we have probably cast down or elevated ourselves a thousand times over. But none of it can change our true nature.
I am willing to let go of the worthiness question, and ready to stop using energy to justify myself to myself or anyone else.
How about you? It’s much more enlivening to use that energy to come into the experience of our awesomeness.
I invite you to do something today that brings you into an experience of your innate goodness. Take a yoga class, dance your heart out, take a walk. Find a quiet place, close your eyes, and bring your awareness to the sensations in your body. Once those sensations have captured the attention of your mind, bring your awareness to your breath. Take 10 deep belly breaths, and let the stillness pull you into an experience of your essence, inherently beautiful, requiring nothing outside of yourself to feel the magnitude of your worth.
And then when you go out into the world, remember *that* is your true nature, and also the true nature of every person who stands in front of you today.
Sometimes our behavior and our choices make it harder for us to experience it, but nothing we do can change your innate goodness. Once we bring our actions into alignment with our innate goodness, we experience ourselves, our relationships, and the world quite differently.
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I keep thinking about an interaction I had with a kind old dude a few weeks ago. I was doctoring up a cup of coffee. He was waiting in line behind me. As he watched me add cream and sugar he said, “That’s too much sugar, baby. You’re creating diabetes for yourself.”
I laughed nervously, embarrassed to have been found out for enjoying a cup of cream and sugar with a splash of coffee. And I felt a wave of love for him because he was so clearly being my adopted grandfather for that moment.
Two weeks later the words, “you’re creating diabetes for yourself” keep popping into my mind. Food (actually anything) can be medicine, but it can also be poison, depending on what it is and when and how you eat it. So the gift of his words has been a reminder that food choices are creating a health impact.
But the deeper reminder of his admonition was that every choice is a creative act. It’s so easy to forget that and to abdicate responsibility for our choices to the situation, or another person, or the past, or even the future.
When we choose, we create.
It is a bold thing to look at our lives and say, what’s here is the sum total of choices I made. Yes, shit happens, and we don’t control the universe. But we do choose our reaction to the shit that happens. And much of the time shit isn’t just happening, rather, we are choosing and our choices are creating our reality.
We practice yoga or meditation or running or gardening or whatever our personal practice is to quiet our mind and turn it inward.
When we rest in ourselves and touch our deep inner knowing, the choices we make are in support of our highest good.
As I move into the week I’ll be curiously checking in with myself to ask, what am I creating? What am I choosing? And am I creating from my deep inner knowing, or something else?
New homeowner scare #1
I can’t get this GD thing out of the box. It’s an effing monstrosity and though the box specifically says DO NOT turn it on its side it’s the only freaking way I can get it out by myself. I contemplate asking for help but if I can’t even get the dehumidifier set up by myself, this homeowner shit might be for the birds.
I get it out. Hopefully I have not flummoxed the motor or whatever. After I get it out I see a small note on the box that says it’s a 2-person job. Thanks a-holes. These things should be made clearer at the outset.
Next, where the hell is the outlet? Wait, there’s only one, next to the dryer? I plug it in and the lights go out?
Fer real? It’s 10 pm? Who needs this shiz?
I feel the tears coming. Dumb idea to do this alone. And then an inner cheerleader: you got this girl.
So I go to the fuse box. Flick all the breakers on and off. Realize maybe the dryer and dehumidifier are too big to be plugged in at once. Unplug the dryer, plug in the dehumidier, et voila! Shit’s working.
How interesting, to roll with the waves of fear, sadness and WTF that all came through this one little experience.
Life itself is the guru. It shows where those places are that need to be loved. What thoughts or beliefs (I can’t do this, I don’t know how) are floating around unexamined or unacknowledged and ready to be held up to the light?
Every obstacle presents that opportunity, to love some suppressed part of ourselves (for me, Damsel in Distress hidden behind the highly independent woman), and also to claim our wholeness more fully. Also to see the options we don’t usually take, which in my case is to ask for help.
The littlest things can bring such learning when we are paying attention.
Today, I am 37.
I feel amazing. And I think that’s because over this last year, I learned how to hold my own hand.
I always liked hand holding. To me it means, I’m with you. And it means that love flows between the two beings holding hands. Think of it…you hold the hand of the one you love, you hold the hand of a friend, you hold the hand of a child. If a stranger fell down in front of you, you’d hold their hand to help them back up. So holding hands covers every kind of connection, from friendship, to the general love we have for other humans by virtue of being human, to the amazing love of your beloved.
But are we taught to hold our own hand?
Maybe some of us learn to, but I think a lot of us don’t. Life happens and things don’t work the way you want them to and it is easy to look outside of yourself and say, that, over there, is the cause of this pain.
What I have found over this last year is that the biggest abandonment is that of my self.
I saw all the ways that I stopped holding my own hand. Feel rejected? Let go of my own hand. Feel scared? Let go of my own hand. Feel loved? Let go of my own hand and focus on the other person.
Once I became conscious of it, I saw how often I let myself go.
So I went on a mission to learn how to hold my own hand.
Luckily, that One in me who has never left my side had guided me to study and teach methods for doing just that! It crystallized…these are tools that help you not to abandon yourself.
The Sanskrit word for health is “swastha.”
It means to rest in one’s own self. I feel I’m resting in myself when I have the sense, deep inside my heart, that I’m holding my own hand. When I’m connected to that part of me that remains unchanged even as external circumstances and mental states do change.
Yoga helps me to do this because meditating daily gives me the imprint of being with my Self. It’s the pattern from which the rest of the day is cut. Being steeped in that sense of connection every morning helps me to feel when it starts to slip during the day. And then I can bring myself back.
Ayurveda helps because the morning ritual, dinacharya, is a beautiful series of self-care actions, each helping to cleanse the things that keep us from feeling connected within.
And Conscious Living skills help because they are about connected to breath, movement, and self-love, all of which lead me back to myself when I notice I have let go of my own hand.
What a gift to have had teachers like Rod Stryker and Kathryn Templeton and Kathlyn Hendricks, all masters of paths that lead to resting in yourself.
What a gift that I get to teach people these three ways to come home to themselves!
And it is a constant practice. Just like meditating, how you realize you’re attached to your thoughts and then you release them and return to your mantra…so it is with holding your own hand. When, for whatever reason, you’ve let yourself go, you notice, (not judging, just becoming aware) that you’ve let go, and then pick up your own hand again.
It doesn’t mean you don’t still get sad or overwhelmed or angry…it just means you stay with yourself as these states of mind and emotions pass through. And you experience those states differently.
My birthday wish for myself is to continue to hold my own hand, and to expand in teaching others how to hold theirs. And to learn how to keep holding my own hand while also holding someone else’s (whoever that is and whenever he chooses to appear). Also, to have fun while doing so.
My birthday wish for the world is that we all learn what it feels like to hold our own hand, and to do more every day to strengthen that connection.
The more we rest in ourselves, the more we see the beauty of the world and in each other, so we choose love. And the more we choose love, we have peace.
Last night I went to a kirtan led by Krishna Das. I arrived already feeling like my heart was blown open so I thought, this should be interesting. And it was…the experience was different than the dozen other times I’ve seen him. From the first song I could feel my energy responding, but this time it was less about outwardly expressing the stirring devotion in my heart and how that was manifesting energetically, and more about feeling steady in the midst of feeling ecstasy, and riding and containing the rising energy, without feeling the need to discharge.
And I had the sense that I was singing to a place deep inside my heart, which was so cool because in the past I’d felt I was singing to a force that was outside of myself. Through the singing of the names I could feel the force outside, the force inside, and then the merging of inside and outside until there was no difference.
At one point KD told a story about a time where he was learning kirtan and was singing with the cymbal player, and he talked about the quality of listening that he had to use in order to hit the notes.
It made me realize that when I do kirtan, especially when I know the songs, it’s almost like I listen just enough to get the tune, but what I am really doing is waiting to sing.
So when he began the next song I listened. With no agenda, but with full presence. And something magnificent happened where this whole enterprise, which had previously been, he sings, we sing, everyone gets transported to bliss, became something quite different. When he sang I received the mantra in all its fullness. And when I sang back, I felt we were giving him the mantra too. And after a while it wasn’t him and it wasn’t the audience, it was like the gods and goddesses were singing to each other and somewhere along the way the “I” who sings was swallowed up.
It was exquisite.
There are so many ways, so many paths to remember that we are more than a body or a mind or a personality or what we have or don’t have or what we like and don’t like.
Gratitude to Krishna Das, and gratitude to all the teachers of these practices that help me to remember. And I hope when I write and teach and just move through the world that I do my part to help people to remember too.
I start my day drinking a warm beverage and reading something spiritual. Ayurveda taught me the importance of priming my digestion to work optimally and priming my mind to remember I am spirit housed in flesh. Something magical usually happens during these quiet moments, some small bit of synchronicity that reaffirms, yes, make time for yourself in this way. It’s important.
This morning a light show danced across the hallway wall outside of my bedroom. Light appeared to be moving and streaming across the wall, streaming and weaving patterns of movement that evoked the kaleidoscopes I loved as a child.
I watched the light, mesmerized, seeing it as proof positive that we are indeed moving through a soup of energy, a pool of light and love so subtle that we can’t see it with the naked eye.
The sage Adi Shankara, in describing the nature of reality, taught “The world is an endless ocean of ambrosia. My body is but an island.”
That ambrosia of consciousness and energy is many times not apparent to us as we move through life. It’s easy to forget that we are consciousness expressing itself in human form.
Creating time for quiet contemplation is one way to access that deeper reality. There is value in creating pauses throughout the day to rest in the home of your Self.
This soup of energy that we move through is a supportive force that energizes everything we do. This Shakti, this power, is love and light. It is the animating force, the pulsation that thrums at the very basis of life.
Sometimes we are reminded of that divine force through a trick of light against the wall. Other times it is the gaze of your beloved, the smell of fresh cut grass, the peace after a yoga practice, a burst of light in meditation.
That Shakti is always there, supporting you, whether you slow down enough to see it or you don’t. But life feels so much more exquisite when you touch that energy every day, when you make time to feel its presence.
As we transition into fall, consider creating your own ritual for contemplation. Setting aside just 10 minutes in the morning for spiritual reading, silence, or diaphragmatic breathing is a beautiful way to get started.
We are hungry. We are hungry for something that the transitory world cannot satiate. We are hungry for something that initially feels fulfilled by the attainment of transitory desire. That sense of merging that comes from having felt, I want that, and then attaining whatever “that” is–it’s what we chase. But when “that” is something that is ever changing, which is anything in the material world, it only creates more hunger. Think of the last person you felt desire for, how it seemed that being with them would make you feel full, and it did, for a while, until it didn’t. Think of the last job, salary, relationship, meal, sexual encounter, experience, gadget, vacation, or goal that you attained. That delicious feeling of fulfillment, of fullness, which initially felt all encompassing but then with each day slipped through your fingers like sand through your hand.
We will always be hungry. To me that is part of the joy of living. To feel that thrum of desire is to know you are fully alive. The suffering comes from trying to satiate hunger with disappearing food rather than true sustenance.
Within all of us is a fountain of sustenance, and endless supply of the only thing that can ever truly satiate our hunger. Within all of us is the flame of the eternal, which we become aware of only as a result of practicing quieting our minds, turning our awareness inward and being present.
When we turn in and rest in that place in us that is eternal fullness, we feed ourselves from that pool of infinite love and sustenance that is our source. And then when we move through the world, already in touch with our innate fullness, everything looks different. We still want the things we want but we aren’t identified with having them. We are kinder. We are more loving. Our palms are open rather than grasping. We know we are more than our personalities, so if someone steps on our toes perhaps it’s a bit easier to let things go.
We aren’t so susceptible to scarcity consciousness, victim consciousness, and all the things that make us fight one another because we have experienced that there is enough. Always. Having touched our own wholeness it becomes easier not to lash out at people around us who are not in touch their own.
For me, meditation is the pathway to that infinite sense of fullness. Taking pauses throughout the day to just breathe is a gateway to a state of being rather than doing.
Yoga and meditation teach us how to access that place within where we can experience our source. There are many paths. I feel so lucky to be able to teach the practices of the Himalayan tradition that lead us back ourselves.
On the last day of the trip, we squeezed a final bit of awesome into the day. There was a hermitage built into the side of a mountain. Complete with with a cave church. Ermitage Saint Antoine de Galamus is striking visually, energetically, and spiritually.
The entire day had been beautiful, and by the time we got to the hermitage I was filled to the brim with emotion. I could feel the tears brewing and knew that if I saw one more beautiful thing I was going to pop.
It was the end of the day, end of the week, end of a cycle. I had come on this trip to enjoy myself. I wanted to climb down out of my head, stop trying figure anything out, and just allow myself to be. Thanks to the amazing group of people I was with, and the alchemy of our shared practice each morning, all of that and more had occurred. As I walked through the hermitage, I wondered how to take this joy of being home with me. How would I assimilate all of these experiences and weave this deeper level of self acceptance into the life that was waiting for me at home? How would I bring this energy into teaching…helping people to experience the value spending more time just being?
The answer came when I stepped into the grotto church. The air was cool and moist, but energetically it felt like a womb…a place of gestation where the love and nurturing of the mother divine was palpable. I dropped into the nearest pew, as the tears came rushing to my eyes. Just sitting in the room, it was as if we were all being held, with the light at the top of the church resting on each person like a mother’s gaze.
My heart had split open and I liked it that way! This week I had experienced the world differently, as a place that could be trusted. I believed that shift had come about externally because of what had changed internally. But how to stay open, how to leave the armor off?
The cave church had an answer. Through my tears I looked to the left and there were plaques placed by people who had been praying to St. Anthony. The one immediately to my left was “Merci.” Thank you was hanging from the wall of the cave, in a dozen different languages. Only one other word was inscribed: remember.
That was how I would maintain the energy from the week’s experiences: gratitude and remembrance. When the armor started to reattach or when the self doubt crept up again, a sense of gratitude and remembering all that has opened up inside would be the pathway back to the love that was now overflowing in my heart.
The last message in the cave church was sangha. Lynda came over and started talking to me, and when she saw I was crying she stopped. And just held my hand. It was a reminder that I didn’t have to go it alone.
Gratitude. Remembrance. And friends.
What a beautiful way to experience life as a gift.
You know it’s going to be an epic day when it begins in a field is sunflowers. On our last day, Friday, we stopped in the sunflower fields to enjoy them and to take some photos. Many of the sunflowers were taller than me, and the fields were filled with bees doing their work. It was glorious to spend a few minutes surrounded by those light beings.
We had great fun on the ride to our destination, Gorges de Galamus. Our plan was to hike down the river until we found a space deep enough to swim in. The little hike was exhilarating, and quite unsexy as I slipped all over the place and kept my socks on. Here I am rockin’ the business socks.
The water was clear and refreshing. The rocks had just enough of a flat plane for us all to find a place to sit. There were trout swimming next to us, fascinated by these giant interlopers in their waters. Lynda taught me a naughty French song about a bird and a fish who fell in love. When we were quiet, silence filled the space like a comfortable blanket as everyone drifted into their inner world. At some point I broke the silence, arms lifted, yelling, we have found the mothership! I can’t quite remember why…perhaps it seemed like a places aliens would like to check out.
I felt grateful for the contentment I felt deep in my heart. Grateful for my new friends, co-creating this experience with me. Grateful for the entire week, which had removed blocks to a deeper level of inner peace that hadn’t I felt in a long time.
Rather than hike back through the water, we decide to go right up the rocks. I was the last one up, and in the middle of the giant boulder, I panicked. I couldn’t see where to put my hand or foot next. Rob came down and showed me how to locate and choose the next place to step. When I got to the top I was shaking and had tears in my eyes. It was the third time on the trip where I wasn’t sure what to do next and then help came quickly, and I accepted it. In almost every area of life right now, I’m in uncharted waters. My experiences on the trip had served to break down my resistance to accepting help or guidance. Also, at some fundamental level, I was trusting the process…trusting the universe. I saw that when I get to a place where I don’t know what to do next, I don’t have to revert to my old method of coming out swinging. I could pause and wait for inner guidance, or accept the help that comes.
We were ravenous and so we had lunch at Au Vieux Moulins. Aside from the delicious Blanquette, omelette and frites, there was the equally delectable Phillipe. Bossy, hilarious, and hot. The trifecta. Wow.
It was hard to say goodbye to him but even more beautiful adventures were waiting.
Thursday we visited Chateau de Queribus. This castle sits on the top of a hill, and when I saw it a small Frenchman in my head murmured, c’est formidable! Apparently it was the last stronghold of the region. Tiny windows where only a fraction of light comes through were used to shoot weapons at intruders. Listening to the audio tour, I heard that every room in the castle was built with battle in mind.
It was a glorious day. I felt like the battle that had been raging inside of me for months was completed at the top of the mountain the previous day. All sides laid down their arms and the resulting internal peace was quite beautiful.
There was nothing to do, except for what we were doing.
That was a relief. Even when I’m traveling, part of my motivation is to see as much a possible. There’s usually a hidden measuring stick by which I’m evaluating my experience.
It was nice, at the last stronghold, to let that go and to feel that all that mattered was what we were engaged with in that moment. I felt permeated by a sense of calm vibrancy.
We continued on to a delicious wine tasting in the Maury region. We stopped at one vineyard and were told they weren’t doing any more tours, but the owner flagged us down and led us through a tasting. His red tasted like a delicious port, and his white was a soft desert wine that tasted of honey.
On the ride home we stopped at the bread shop (fournil) in La Serpent. The town is so small that in off hours you walk in, leave your cash, and go home with amazing loaves, all on the honor system.
I wondered about living life with that level of trust, in the universe, in the source of all things, in myself. What would it be like stop living under self imposed lock and key, to be like the fournil, which seemed to be based on principles of abundance? There was enough bread to go around, and if there wasn’t, more would be made the next day. There was enough trust that people would pay for what they took, and there was no need to worry about people taking more than they gave. The Source of the bread was so sustaining that values like more or less became meaningless.
We hopped back into the car, feeling the sweet abundance of the region nestling in our hearts.
It was now my favorite time of day: Blanquette-o’clock.