Have you heard of a Blessingway? It’s basically a more ceremonial, mama-centered version of a Baby Shower. We held it on the banks of the Rogue River and the day was absolutely magical.
I'd planned it for June and wanted to have the ceremony outside at Griffin Park. I remember saying to someone, "What if it rains??" and them reassuring me that it wouldn't be raining in June. Well, it's Oregon, and it thundered and rained ALL DAY…
Because no one knows what you know. No one can tell you what your heart is whispering to you. But we can share our own heart’s whisperings with others and encourage them to be still, to ignore everyone and everything else, to begin to relearn how to hear the voice of their own heart. And this is the only learning we can give another, the only teaching worth a damn. The only way of truly loving another. Shutting the hell up, keeping your judgments and opinions to yourself, and sharing your own honest pure dreams, your own heart's whisperings.
Shortly after I posted about fearing moving into a tiny home/trailer with my little family, that scenario manifested itself. Due to a number of synchronicities and alignments, we were pushed by the Universe to make the leap into renting our friend's super cute, almost-new 20' trailer.
The Tamolitch Blue Pool in Central Oregon is one of the most stunning natural displays of color I have ever personally witnessed. Check out these photos - NONE of them are enhanced in any way!!!
Despite making crazy leaps for years now, I still have fears come up around Change.
What if the new thing is worse than the current thing?
What if I end up stuck and unhappy?
I love hummus. I used to buy boatloads of it until I finally started making my own - and it's really, seriously better than the stuff from the store.
When making something for the first time, I like to read a bunch of recipes and make up my own as I go along. This is an approximation of what I ended up doing, but measurements may not be exact. Feel it out and follow your intuition!
"Be utterly obsessed with Self, in love with it, absorbed in it, the Self that you are beyond your story, the Self that we all are prior to imagination."
Death is not the opposite of life. Death is the opposite of birth. Life does not end. Microorganisms ride on asteroids.
There once was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit.
"Such bad luck," they said sympathetically.
"Maybe," the farmer replied.