No matter what ugly, fearful self I offer to the dance, it always mysteriously ends in love.
I came originally just to dance. I discovered by accident the spiritual center I have been craving all my life. No matter what ugly, fearful self I offer to the dance, it always mysteriously ends in love.Read more
Perhaps it is too much excitement, all the transatlantic travel, or a hormonal imbalance, but on some days, meditation feels to me like a royal waste of precious life units. What's the point of sitting there, thinking thinking thinking?
Since I'm rarely able to transcend the human condition and dissolve into bliss (with no side effects), on those other days I resort to micro-practices. Can you guess what they are? Well, exactly what the name says: very very short periods of paying attention. Really short, like three, five, ten, or fifteen seconds at a time, but they are done early, and often.
Me, I like to pay attention to sensations: they are the secret language of Life. Even when my mind feels like a washing machine in a power cycle (you know, extra agitation), I can manage ten seconds of uninterrupted presence. To paraphrase Stephen Colbert, I am micro-practice, and so can you.
Wanna try? Take the next ten seconds to sense your hands. Are you holding a latte, a slice of pizza, a gadget? Close your eyes--unless you're driving--feel the texture of that thing you're touching, let it touch you, and then come back to reading. Take a sip of that latte. Really smell and taste it, feel how it wants to be drunk by you.Read more
So tell me,
What gift is hidden inside you? Where are you called toward a deeper engagement? What in your life is finished and needs a deeper letting go? What do you keep doing that is too small for you?
What is the courageous step you need to take next?
Are you following me? I am not asking if you’re a leader because I know you are. You have already inspired countless people. Perhaps you have raised children, taught students, created beauty, loved despite a broken heart, made a garden, saved a forest, rocked a boat, stood up to injustice, helped a friend recover the goodness of the world.
What if true leadership asks you to be authentic, rather than to follow a man-made script?Read more
Did you know that lungs are not where breath happens? where else do you ask, and why care? Only because maybe like me, you want to be here before we all go, likely way too soon...
So, open your mouth and take a deep breath ... then another ... wiggle your pelvis a little ... now open your arms and reach up ... no, really, do it - rightherenow. Again. Again. Feeling better? Maybe not. Feeling more? Oh yeah.
For complete instructions on total body breathing by Alexander Lowen, keep reading. Better yet: join us in one of the workshops so we can continue reclaiming our outrageous, creative, expressive life.
During my unending pursuit of the perfect filing system, I recently came across a quote I copied years ago. Paraphrased slightly, it goes like this:
Grown-up living requires conscious tolerance for high anxiety, a measure of audacity, and the courage to love in the face of inevitable loss. Sometimes this means holding onto your sanity and calming yourself while your anxiety is high--and then moving ahead anyway.
Ways to do it include breathing consciously, opening your mind to a real, rather than dreaded event, saying out loud the very unspeakable truth you learned in childhood should never be uttered, convincing yourself that catastrophe is manageable, and meeting life's energy with your competent, adult self.
That's quite a list, huh?
Honestly, how much of the time do you feel you're operating from your competent, adult self, especially when emotional stakes are high? How often are you aware that anxiety is running your choices? able to tell the difference between a dreaded vs. real event (that was then, this is now)? willing to claim your projections--like owning the very behavior you hate in your partner (or parent!)? brave enough to speak your previously unspeakable truth?