getting down to truth

  1. the quality or state of being true.
    • that which is true or in accordance with fact or reality.
      noun: the truth
      “tell me the truth”

    truth is tricky…

    there are parts of us that fight to defend ourselves against truth…

    but this is the simple truth….


    we must keep opening to truth…

    challenging our own belief systems…

    as we do things begin to change in our lives…


    layer by layer we move into our highest and best selves…

    truth by truth

    here’s a tip…

    throw out the judgement and get curious…


    we are here to learn and to grow and enjoy life….

    let’s do it together!


wind beneath our wings

for many years I did almost everything without anyone’s help…

I realized ‘no man is an island’ but I was not in a safe space to allow…

over the past few years I have finally found myself able to allow people to help me…

it’s been an incredible few years of learning…


giving and taking…are both parts of this thing called gift…

giving and receiving are a big part of what it takes to be balanced and healthy in life…

I am so grateful for experiencing so many miraculous happenings…

so grateful for the people who have been the wind…

I am so grateful…

so very, very grateful for every single gift…


Thank you…

I love you, too

– Mom ❤

places of awe

I have moved into a place of holy wonder on the path…

there are so many things resolving into bliss…

shapes of bliss surrounding my mornings…

shape of beauty wrapping my nights…

When things begin to work there is a natural tendency in humans….

to be afraid it won’t last and so not enjoy these moments…

I am conscience and choosing to move into joy and freedom…

I am trusting this moment…

I am shoeless in amazement and expanded in wonder…

every morning I wake with wonder

at where I am

at what is happening in this moment

how phat these days are

how rich this morning’s avocado on toast

how abundant the morning sunshine

how freely the windmills turn

how beds of gold and grey hold me so very tenderly in the night

how moments we enter into with another brings such unlimited expansion

how a tender act can change the chemistry of the whole world

how $4 can change someone’s whole day’s experience

how much there is beyond ourselves

and every sip is as sweet as the nectar of the gods

of how we get to do it

we get to choose it

every moment

of every day

as a prayer

as a song

as a gift


Amy Lloyd

for these past 27 years I’ve worked for this moment…


and still it is the way…



making space

grief and healing are a difficult process…

we carry all of the events of our lives in our bodies…


(this chart is just a small example…)

in order to live the lives we desire we must acknowledge,


and release

the traumatic events stuck in our bodies…

this is not easy or simple work…

these events will continue to effect our lives until we deal with them…

I have been working through my personal healing process of the past 27 years…

I want my life to be full of joy…

full of music and passion and love…

in order to achieve that I have made the choice to live mindfully,

pay close attention…

take responsibility for my actions…

both good and bad…

and do the work to heal my life…


The past year and a half I have been doing deep, transformational work in my healing journey due to a simple tool called Tapping (EFT – Emotional Freedom Technique)

Check out The Tapping Solution Website


as we clear our pain we must remember that we are moving into new territory…


we suddenly have room inside for new ways of living…


only when we release the pain can we claim the love we want and deserve…

I will never tell you this is easy…


I will always tell you it is worth it!


reclaiming the roots

Lots going on for me in this past quarter…

It’s been the full spectrum of choices…

I have had to live in new levels of trust I’ve never experienced before…

My body tauter, poised to carry.
When I pitch forward
I tumble inside.

Each time I try,
an algal bloom
replaces language’s surface.

Ruby-red & unmoored,
waves over laminate surfaces…
Everything alive aching
for more aliveness.

I love the world,
push it away reflexively.
Make songs like
negated charges on a circuit.
Syntax arches towards
the back of
a neck. Inside emotion:
a corralling of emotion.

Love in the larval stage:
terror of surrender.
Unraveling, a path.

Words were not made for us.
They are above, we submit.

We are like the rock beneath
the water,

even if we created the water.

Radial Scent by Sharon Wang


The depths of emotions I have experienced has shaken the foundations of my being…

and in this crazy place of radical trust the redemption has begun…


My story, though very hard in places, is all miracle…


It is all about love…


This article helped me to understand some things the other day…

Reclaiming Our Roots


As we begin to see more clearly the people we come from, we can begin to alter our perception of who we are now.


Some cultures are more rooted to the earth and connected to their inherent spirituality. But every one of us, even those of us who have been disconnected from our roots for hundreds of years, comes from a place that was once inhabited by people who worshipped and honored the earth on which they lived. In other words, we can all claim this wisdom as an essential part of who we are.

One way we can begin to rediscover our roots is to explore the early earth-based religions practiced in the parts of the world that birthed our ancestors. If we explore the ancient spiritual practices of our ancestors, we will find that their practices and beliefs share many elements with Native American, African, and aboriginal religious traditions. People who are connected to the earth and honor her share a fundamental philosophy that we can claim as our own because we too are of the earth. Many of us have become so disconnected from the earth that it feels foreign and awkward to imagine communing with her or performing a ritual for her. If we are honest, though, we will find within ourselves a yearning to feel more connected, more grounded, and more at home in this world. This yearning can lead us back to our disowned roots, which, of course, leads us right into the heart of the earth.

As we begin to see more clearly the people we come from, we can begin to alter our perception of who we are now, laying claim to our inherent relatedness to the earth. We might celebrate this by observing the ancient calendar of solstices and equinoxes, celebrating and honoring the cycle of the seasons as our ancestors did, or we might explore any one of the many earth-based practices through reading or participating in ritual. When we do these things, we tap back into our roots, finding nourishment at the wellspring of our earthly origins, the source we share with all of humanity.


there is something that few of us like to do…

waiting is a difficult art…

Patience is a significant element of success, and procrastination is a significant element of failure.                           Full Article Here


I have found the truth to developing the virtue of patience is this…

breathing into the waiting may be the very most important thing you can do…



x3 /repeat to infinity

(keep singing…shooby-doo)



I have done a whole lot of waiting over the past 20 years…

I will never tell you virtues become easy…

any discipline we learn is a challenge…

I will tell you the value is worth the pain….


No matter how far from ‘home’ you are right now…

know life is working for you!

Keep doing the work…

keep listening to the voice inside…

keep trusting yourself…


you are going the right way…




Memes and photo sources found on pinterest / al513


It seems to come down to one primary theme for most every human I know, or have known. To carve a canyon of self-love in the heart of a shamed inner landscape. Not easy, when those inscripted to build that foundation failed to pass on tools. Not easy, when our ancestry planted seeds of self-hatred in the fields of our consciousness. It takes all that we have, a fertile imagination and a courageous willingness, to forage through the brush to find it. Often we look for it in others, and end up sorely disappointed. Because they can’t do it for us. They just can’t. This is our work, the work of our lives. To learn how to love ourselves, for real. People talk a lot about finding their purpose, without realizing that cultivating self-love IS sacred purpose. It’s the thing that changes everything.

                                                                      Jeff Brown


Each of us possess a gripping life story. A continuance of
vital passages. An entire account of our earthly evolution.
Each story is a relevant thread in this infinite weave of
multicolored hue. Not every story will be spoken aloud. But
every story is sacred. Every story worth recounting. Every
story true. We must recognize the short-lived and silent
threads, for they are part of the magnificent cosmic shawl.
We must pause to give them a voice, to allow their spirit to
take space to confess their existence. We must give them the
honor that is due.                          ~Susan Frybort


Our story…

does it matter???

Can we change it????

Can we redefine our lives???

Re-write our endings???



what is our life-work?

It’s something to think about….

Why are we here?

What does being a successful human really mean?

Is it about money?

Is it about fitting in to a corporation?
Impressing our community?

Fulfilling our families ambitions –

low or high as they might be?

This is what I believe is our life-work:

We are here to be our highest and best selves….

My poet friend, Fred Lamotte, says,

there are three rules here:

Risk Everything


Each of us is unique and so each of us discovers different. The work includes getting to know ourselves. Stripping away the layers of societal and familial expectation, woundedness and our selfish natures (ego).

The best of our work is when we get to a point where all of our actions are based on love and not on anything else. It is the actual letting go…choosing to NOT do things you want to say no to, to not call your mom, or your kids, because of guilt. Every time you make a move which is counter to your wounded self/ego inclination, you get stronger

You are here to do the freeing work of inhabiting your own life and soul.


Being a sensitive person can be a confusing, complicated thing in this still harsh world. It feels intuitively right to open, to feel, to enhearten our daily life, but the world is still vibrating at a more armored and edgy place. It is not yet attuned to the ways of the open heart. So what to do? We don’t want to deaden our capacity to feel, but if we feel too much, we get run over by an often heartless world.

I have found my best answer in three places:

(1) Selective Attachment; that is- carefully discerning between positive and negative individuals and environments, and only attaching to those people and places that can hold our tender heart safe;

(2) Strong energetic boundaries; that is- being physically and emotionally charged, so that we can more effectively repel unwelcome energies;

(3) Conscious Armoring; that is- learning how to put on armor when necessary to manage the world and difficult situations, and, consciously removing it when it is no longer needed. If we cultivate these practices, we stand a much better chance of preserving our sensitivity. Once we lose it, we lose our connection to the moment altogether. Here’s to a sensitive way of being! What a courageous path!           – Jeff Brown



big sky. big water.

October 1st…

the adventure begins…

endings…beginnings…full circles…

long roads…

Do you know how long this road? 

He cocked his head and asked,

I’ve been to SanTiago –

500 miles gone past

Now I sit here wondering 

how long this trip will last

another trip around the sun 

I got here pretty fast…

Then she said,

Im a long road girl

I don’t count no miles

I’m a long road girl

I just count the smiles

Of all the people


Of all the friends

Along the way

That’s all that matters

Matters too

long road girl

Longing for a view

Do you want to sing a while? 

He bowed his head and asked,

I’ve found a tune for playing –

a thousand more come fast

I’ve written you a song or two – 

that’s how our miles will pass

another trip around the sun 

The flower will bloom at last

Then she said,

Im a long road girl

I just sing my songs

I’m a long road girl

won’t you sing along

to all our people


To all our friends

Along the way

That’s all that matters

Matters too

long road girl

In love with you

Starshine to stardust

oceans to earth 

Songshine to songburst

Filling the sky

Roaddogs to roadmaps

Pathways are paved

Free-falls to freebirds

see how we fly

soft grass moments…


circles and toes in the sand…

shadows and light…

but mainly I’m simply following the signs…


it’s just a lovely day…

life keeps on moving

thinking about how there comes a moment where you can’t stay where you are any longer…


life pushes us forward into re-birth over and over…

It can be very difficult to leave….

it can be very difficult to stay…


sometimes you just gotta get stronger…

it’s very important to listen and follow your own hearts path…

and so the time comes..

and we step or we stay…

and life goes on…


scraps and scrapes




It feels a fitting way to start this weeks post…(which….

in case you didn’t notice) is not happening on a Saturday…

Last week was a bit of a monstrous one for me in some ways…

cute monsters found on pinterest

too much for this one all by myself…


Lots of angels were working loads of overtime this past last week…

[ several angels with human faces…as well as heavenly ones…. ]

Made it with just a few scrapes…


with a few scraps appearing to keep moving me forward…

read Miguel Escobar on the LAAA post for Sept 18, 17

I keep stepping out into the seeming void…

which always reveals itself as the path of love leading to the doorway of love…

where I am invited to come in and rest for a while…

before packing the suitcase for the next leg of this blessed pilgrimage…

today is the end of something wonderful…

tomorrow is the beginning of something wonderful…


Look to this day,
for it is life, the very breath of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the realities of your existence;
the bliss of growth,
the glory of action,
the splendor of beauty.
For yesterday is only a dream,
and tomorrow is but a vision.
But today, well lived,
makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,
and every tomorrow
a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day.

– Kalidasa


Today is THE day!

feel everything as deeply as you can

Dance a little!

Pray a little!

Cry a little!

Laugh a little!

yes, life flows even when it is ‘fashioned by scraps’