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The way I Listened to what you Spoke (June 29, 2012)

  • “The most basic of all human needs is the need to understand and be understood. The best way to understand people is to listen to them.” - Ralph G. Nichols.

I listened to you last night. Not just to your words, your intensity, and your ideas, but to the longings in your heart you didn’t even know where there, or visible. 

I listened to you last night. I listened long, and I listened deep. I heard every word that you spoke, but more importantly, my heart expanded just a little bit when yours grew wider with every ribbon of truth you emitted for me to catch. 

Once, I tried to speak, to add onto your opinion, or to agree with it. But you were a train with one destination in mind. A train that took no passengers.

So, I listened to you instead. Listened to you as you tapped your feet to the music. Listened to you through the roof deck breeze and through the taste of melting cheese in the summertime.

I listened to the places you liked to go and listened to the people you like to meet. I listened to the suede of your blue shoes, and to the dance of your fingertips against my waist, drawing me in.

Every syllable meant as a gift. Every inch of you starving to be understood, and appreciated. Your humility mixed with your ego, intrigued me. Your glasses, left at the side of the brick wall, reveal a beautiful face.

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Featured in a new book: “Guide to Loving Yourself”!

I’m happy to announce that one of my articles previously published on “TinyBuddha.com” about embracing your darkness will now be featured in the site’s newest book, Tiny Buddha’s “Guide to Loving Yourself”!

Here’s an excerpt of my contribution:

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Where do we get this notion that to be our truest and most beautiful selves we have to always be happy, elated, content, and sure of ourselves?

We are only human after all, and nothing in our instruction manuals or in our description before we were born promises that we will always be perfect and shiny. Yet, we carry this unrealistic pressure on ourselves to be so and often berate ourselves for falling short any time a bad mood strikes


If not for wanting to hide our own seemingly fruitless negativity from others and even ourselves, we might also fear spreading the bad mood to others.

We often forget that it actually gives others joy to be able to help, and it is often necessary to reach out, since “joy shared is doubled and grief shared is halved.”

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Invocation to my Beloved (2012)

Lover, I have created you now. I have carved out the shine in your eyes and delineated the smoothness of your skin. I have placed a heart inside you that was meant to love me, to share love with me.
I have not met you yet, but now I know you are out there, and that you are searching for me in the same way my eyes and mind and heart are gratefully eager to be in your arms.

Lover, I am ready for you because now I know myself. I know who I am and who I can be for and with you. I know what I can offer you, and where my limitations lie- the places you patiently caress me, knowing my tears to be just as beautiful as my smile. I hold you too- in a warm acceptance of all that you embody, aspire to, and already are.

I am already captivated by your eyes, and melt at your touch, real or imagined. We will meet soon, because my heart is making space for you— it knows it is transforming, and tears spill out of me with longing, moved by this beautiful new journey we will take together. I have a Knowing which I have never known.
Lover, I know that we will both change as we grow old. We are constantly evolving and when we meet we will only be shadows of who we will become. But I trust that as we believe in and support the beauty of each other’s dreams, we will only reveal more and more magnificence with every passing year we share.

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2 years in the Big Apple!

August 14th, 2012: Year One in NEW YORK in Review: An electric summary.

Busting “Empire State of Mind” the Glee Version on my laptop in the kitchen I never sit in, the scent of an apple cinnamon candle burning, and my newest painting throbbing at me from the wall on my left while I listen to the tickle tackle of my fingertips on the keyboard…. Yes. Life is good.

It’s been an intense and interesting year in NYC. In one year, I interned with a friend hosting therapeutic and uplifting workshops for personal transformation; worked in web design with no prior experience and learned a shit-ton about the interwebs and interfaces; I met countless real life faces intertwined through a blogging project in which I went on 50 dates in 6 months; I nannied, waitressed, taught yoga at various studios, moved from Brooklyn to Queens, started a “Bliss coaching” practice, created a few blogs, learned a bit about twitter; got featured as a guest blogger on several amazing sites; worked in a retail store for the summer, and became a “Yoga Advisor” at an amazing new ‘yoga palace’; recently, I came up with an idea to launch a start-up fulfilling my entrepreneurial hankerings, joined a group of artists for a “Writers in Performance” workshop to build a performance ensemble, joined a curated calendar experiment, and also did more stuff -you know- with my “free time.”

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A Love Letter to you, Writer on the Brink.

Excerpt from my contribution to the opening invocation of the new book: “Before You Quit Writing, Read This,” released today on Amazon for FREE here: http://amzn.to/beforeyouquit

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Dear writer,

Before you quit writing,

Don’t.

Instead, remember why it is your birthright.

Remember why you started, one day, once upon a time.

Remember what compelled you to express through the words that are your song.

 

Dearest writer that you know you are—

Put away your staff of fire.

Destruction has its proper place.

But today, you are birthing something grand, and generous.

 

Let the currents of thought pour through you, the vessel.

It is not hard work, it is not effort.

If you struggle, back away.

If you are forcing it, take time to hibernate instead.

Listening is part of writing.

Living your life is part of writing.

Noticing, without touching pen to a single page,

is part of writing.

 

Dear writer in the making,

I know it is a hard road sometimes

I know it seems like each utterance is frivolous, -or selfish

I know it can feel like pulling teeth to find that flow.

But, writing is the way we know the world

It is the way we know ourselves.

When you weave your words like that, you touch my heart.

When you sing your song like that, you melt my being.

When you get out of your own way,

So that what needs to be said can be said

You are doing a great service.

 

You write to release a ribbon of truth and beauty

That did not know itself

Till you gave it form.

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Words need writers just as badly as writers need words. Download this incredible new book FOR FREE Today!  http://amzn.to/beforeyouquit #literatiwriters

Words need writers just as badly as writers need words. Download this incredible new book FOR FREE Today!  http://amzn.to/beforeyouquit #literatiwriters

This is what Wisdom means: To be changed without the slightest effort on your part, to be transformed, believe it or not, merely by waking to the reality that is not words, that lies beyond the reach of words. If you are fortunate enough to be Awakened thus, you will know why the finest language is the one that is not spoken, the finest action is the one that is not done and the finest change is the one that is not willed.

Anthony de Mello (via lazyyogi)

If the meaning of life is to find your gift, then the purpose of life is to give it away!

Buddhist Boot Camp.

There is nothing that I can give you that you don’t already have.

- Danielle LaPorte

What seeds do you water?

wordslessspoken:

To be positive, content, or healthy doesn’t mean there is an absence of negative thoughts, restlessness, or craving. Far from it. The seeds are always there. You just don’t water them.

The Journey

One day you finally knew what you had to do,

and began, though the voices around you

kept shouting their bad advice

-though the whole house began to tremble

and you felt the old tug at your ankles.

"Mend my life!" each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations,

though their melancholy was terrible.

It was already late enough,

and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen branches and stones.

But little by little, 

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper into the world,

determined to do the only thing you could do—

determined to save the only life you could save.

-Mary Oliver from Dream Work

There is an impulse within us all - a creative urge, a quest- that is compelled to manifest. We can absolutely trust it and yield to it, and as we do so we will receive feedback from the universe in the form of guidance & inspiration about the purpose for which we were born.- Michael Beckwith.

At A Loss…

12.14.12. Newtown.

Definition of UNSPEAKABLE
a : incapable of being expressed in words : unutterable
b : inexpressibly bad : horrendous  


What does one attempt to say 
in tragic times that render
all that is,
all we thought we knew,
Unspeakable.

Our outrage as bold as blood
and spills out of us just as fast
Our tears soon follow.
No anger nor frustration
can ward off anguish well enough.

The devastation suffered
is a loss of life, innocence, beauty.
Everything we trusted comes undone
and there is no consolation 
in such senselessness.

Passionately plunging into procured solutions
we try to make some safeguards 
against the wicked.
Wickedness grows in our own hearts sometimes,
there is no easy way to sketch a villain
no easy way to claim revenge.


We weep, and our grief could melt mountains.
We listen, and our love could conquer oceans.
We bow our heads, we fear, we tremble, we pray…

The world should halt when the unfathomable occurs.
But it keeps on turning.
And we are left to mourn.

When something precious is taken,
everything becomes more cherished.
Do not forget to hold the ones you love
-and may you never need
a reminder such as this.

All the suffering in the world comes from seeking pleasure for oneself. All the happiness in the world comes from seeking pleasure for others.

Shantideva (via lazyyogi)

Diamond in a Box: Hiding your gifts from the world


Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

- Marianne Williamson

We have all been given innate gifts, talents, and unique qualities to discover, explore, and share. Mine are expression, compassion, empathy, creativity, and elated energy. But most of my young life, I have kept these gifts to myself out of fear.

It’s what I call my “Diamond in a Box” metaphor. If all your beauty and inborn characteristics were contained in your own precious, rare, and ultra valuable diamond ring, what would you do with it?

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