Children are teachers of the present...They don’t worry about not getting their needs met (or at least they shouldn’t).They act “as if” the next step is taken care of.How would life, as adults, become if being present meant surrendering anxiety about... the next step?

Do you have them? Do you need them? Are you learning what they look like?

Seriously... stop talking...

And listen... can you ask yourself, “do I really listen, or do I simply wait to respond?”

Listen... can you hear the conversation you are having with yourself in your head?

We are grown-ass children...

The misconception is that as adults we gained some sense of "control" over our emotional needs.

Our minds are brilliant. It is the JOB of the brain to keep us safe, and it is the nature of our ego to make us blind from anything that felt unsafe as a child.

Everything ends...

We hold on tight to the illusion that what we love won’t come to an end.

We chase after the same beautiful moment over and over again just to have one more second of it’s overwhelming feeling.

We bargain for attachment, beg for its attention, borrow reasons to justify why we pursue what we do and why we are right for doing so.

We hold the people and things and moments we love with such a tight grip, they have no choice but to stay within that small and limited container of possibility.

Shakespeare said, “All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players

Players.. Characters.. Masks we wear.. Roles we assume…

We are are the summation of many parts.

Each part is a different expression of the “who” of the “what” I am.

The journey to wholeness has been found in the owning back of these different parts- especially the ones I made wrong... the “rejected parts”.

I used to be paralyzed by my own thoughts. Beating myself up became my favorite hobby. I had made my emotions my own enemy and had imploded with depression and broken self esteem... I was trapped in my head to the same damn song.

The only way out, was to start by being radically honest with myself about my life...

Women, is this YOU??You are not sure how to tell the difference between your divine intuition and your fear.You hold back from owning and expressing your authentic self.You feel like you are running the same old reactive patterns, relationship patterns, and behavior patterns like a broken record. Sabotage

It was never about my son...

Conscious parenting? We could write a hundred definitions on what that actually means and still never quite agree on a single sentence.

But isn’t that the point?

You are not the bullshit you keep telling yourself you are...

You are NOT your behaviors, your past, your labels, your mistakes, your emotions, or any other experience of life...

You have these things, they are not the WHO of you...

Have you been relating to them like they are?

The facts of what happened, are facts.

What meaning you gave what happened to you, is the story you have been telling yourself about your past.

You ever notice that you can create problems that aren’t there just so you can solve them? No? Just me?

When you aren’t happy with a situation, check the expiration date..What mindset, perspective, relationship, or environment that once worked, isn’t working anymore?

Breathe.... when the thoughts grow darker and the voices get louder, breathe. 

You are born whole and complete. You came into the world with innocence, love, trust, and wonder.

This year marks the beginning of a Spiritual journey that has been calling to me for quite some time. Last year I committed myself to a mental and emotional transformational journey that stretched me in a thousand different ways peeling off the layers of my past.

"Be nice"- I tell my son this all the time. Be nice to others and especially be nice to himself. The irony? I can't tell you how many times I don't choose to be nice to myself!