Welcome, you gorgeous being!
Even though I may not know you personally, I know you are worthy of love. I know you are a gift to humanity. And I know you probably need a dedicated cheerleader, a loving advocate. I know you are me, and I am you. We are healing, growing, loving, falling down, getting back up again. We are a force that can change the world.
In my dream all people recognize their worth, their wisdom, the healing power of their laughter. We hold hands across nations, across religions, across divisions. We weave a web of acceptance, respect, love, forgiveness.
Sound good to you? Then join in an Inner Revolution.
It’s time to bring the real you forward. Not who you think you are supposed to be or who you wish you were, but the person you were meant to be. Bring it on!
On grief, gratitude, and gremlins
“I'm letting myself go feral,” my friend Satya told me many moons ago after her partner had died suddenly. She was deep in her inner process, and I was struck by the courage it took for her to go towards the pain and loss, to grieve in a messy, real way. She wasn't trying to put on a brave face or show how strong she was; she was living in a messy hair, teary, raw world of loss.
And like the caterpillar that has to dissolve before it takes flight as a butterfly, it is our willingness to go into the cocoon and truly grieve what we have lost that can give us wings.
We live in a society that wants to neaten death and grief: put on a good face, move on, get over it. But what I've seen over and over again is that when we put a mask on and push any emotion down, we end up becoming a hollow (or a violent) version of ourselves. To grieve is human, and when we get out of our own way and let the body process what we have lost, we come out the other side more loving and with more gratitude for every sacred moment.