When we think, hear or understand something that is deeply true for us, our inner teachers rise in us as a delicious, lucid resonance. When we grasp truth, any truth, from the correct solution to a math problem, to the capacity for love, all of our ways of knowing align.
Reading it, breathlessly many times, I felt this book took me back through a tunnel of time, to moments of gut wrenching angst, deep questioning or immense joy, to crossroads where a force larger than what I can explain pushed me in the direction or progress and good and left me feeling, in my bones, the two words that have now become such a feminist statement: #metoo.
Over the weekend I was reading about compassion. Pema Chodron is a good teacher of hard things and I usually end up reading her books
I am happy to have achieved at least one of the goals that I had set for myself for this winter break – reading Seth
When I discovered Glennon Melton and her Momastery, she spoke of Anne Lamott referring to her as St. Anne. I thought, at the time, that
“Five hundred years ago cartographers believed that California was an island. Doctors believed that slicing a person’s arm open (or causing bleeding anywhere) could cure