In the Magic

2019 might just be the year of busting through old paradigms of thinking and being in the world.

It actually began at the end of 2018 for me.

I went to New York City at the beginning of November to attend a course called Source and Synchronicities. The course was put on by an organization I have been a part of for several years now called O&O Academy (formally Oneness University). I anticipated going to this course, deepening in spiritual teachings and practices, having some beautiful spiritual experiences that would stay with me (and could share with others), making great connections with people, and then eventually just settling back home into my life … applying here and there what I learned and received. Maybe it would even fade into the background.

Um, No.

What was actually happening was a ginormous set up for a radical internal expansion in my life.

See, I decided to go to New York City because I thought it would be easier to “manifest” and embrace then going all the way to India. I knew The Enlightenment Festival was coming up – held at Oneness University (O&O Academy). But at the time, it just felt too big and impossible. Here’s what happened:

I was innocently at the weekend course in NYC. During one portion of the event, they had people who had been to the temple and university in India come up and share their experiences. It was all very nice and inspiring to hear. However, one share in particular really struck me.

This man, who appeared more like a regular business person versus a yogi or spiritual seeker, came up to the stage and shared. He said he had been to the university just a few months prior for the very first time. He said previously he had had all the excuses in the world not to go – such as he wouldn’t be able to get off work, he wouldn’t have the money, and so on. Yet, It was when he made a simple inner shift to just say YES – “yes” that it would all work out – even if he couldn’t fathom all the details. That’s when things fell into place.

That simple decision and shift he shared rocked my world. And even though it seemed pretty darn impossible for me in that moment, I said Yes. And 3 and half weeks later, I was in India – a country I had never been to before and a place that seemed so far off and impossible to get to. But it came together. And suddenly I was there.

…The universe will conspire to help you if you dare to believe. And it doesn’t have to be hard. I think this is an old paradigm for me – that it doesn’t “count” (or I don’t really deserve it) unless it has been difficult and hard.

My new perspective is on this is “nah“. Rather, I say…”show me the ease and grace in this… show me how magical this process can be”. It doesn’t mean I won’t have feelings about it or encounter obstacles … but I find the real obstacle lies only in my own thinking and what I believe is truly possible.

So … I’m starting this year with a big and bold beginner’s mind (and magical mind) towards it ALL. It doesn’t matter what the bank account says, what friends or family or a colleague might think. It doesn’t matter what has been experienced before this moment. If we argue for limitations, then they become ours. But if we Let all of that go for even ONE tiny moment, there’s an opening – there’s a spaciousness untouched by opinions and what we “know”. There’s a childlike innocence. And suddenly, Right NOW can be a whole new starting point.

So what can it hurt – just Yes! See what happens. Say “Yes” to grander possibilities than you could ever imagine. Dare the Universe to show you how magical it can be. Transcend your mind and see the wildest thing you can imagine as possible right now. And just watch how the World rushes in to help you in allowing this to be.

I’ve got a couple grand ideas up my sleeve. Stay tuned 😉

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In Bloom

“Don’t wait for someone to bring you flowers. Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul.” (purelovequotes.com)

I remember going to this play in college. It was put on by a group of students – a collection of short skits aimed at promoting positive self esteem and addressing issues that college students might be facing. One of the skits involved this man poetically reciting this quote above. It really struck me at the time. It landed pretty powerfully in my heart and has stayed with me ever since.

I think the last couple decades of my life (yikes … decades?! Have I really been on this planet that long?!), have really been geared toward personal growth, inner healing and planting my own garden so to speak. I think for the most part, I’ve gotten pretty good at it. I’ve been around the self-help block a few times and have built up quite a nice community of people in my life – all of which/whom can point me in a good direction when I’m feeling lost.

Last spring I picked up a creative workbook at the library entitled, Walking in this World. It is by an author named Julia Cameron who is quite well known for another creative workbook called The Artists Way. In Los Angeles I could name this book to any passerby and chances are, they’d know exactly what I’m talking about (Here in Cleveland, it’s a little less known). Essentially, the idea is to nurture your Inner Creative with daily journaling, weekly “artist’s dates” (taking yourself out solo on an adventure), and weekly reflection or artistic activities laid out in the book. My experience of it has always been quite powerful.

Anyway, over the summer while doing this workbook, I took myself on an Artist’s Date to a place called Viva Dance Studio in Cleveland. I’ve taken countless salsa dancing classes over the years off and on. After seeing a Facebook advertisement for an event they were having, I decided to be brave and just go. Well that one class led to me signing up for a few more classes which eventually led to me trying out for a dance team (a completely different style of dance called Bachata which I had never danced prior but loved once trying it) and NOW … I’m on this freaking performance team. It has cracked open my world unlike anything with wonderful new people, learning something fun, passionate and new and putting me waaaay out of my comfort zone.

My point with all of this IS … I’ve gotten some experience over the years with that garden planting and nurturing my own soul. I am incredibly grateful for this. My life will always be in blossom-mode with this ability I’ve cultivated.

When I arrived in India last month, my first night was spent at a hotel before traveling to the campus for the Enlightenment Festival. I met with my friend Jess that evening for dinner on the rooftop restaurant. The sky was twinkling (or maybe it was our jetlag). Some kids were swimming in the pool. Although it was humid outside, the air had a little chill. There was even an Indian woman singing popular American songs as the restaurants’ evening entertainment (accompanied by what seemed like a karaoke machine). It was kind of an odd but endearing combination.

Jess and I sat at our table, angel cards laid out before us, having a heart to heart about what we were intending to have shift in our lives by participating in this festival. For me, there were two things that felt very clear and poignant as to why I was led to India:

1. Really… and I mean really … truly owning my individual gifts and talents and utilizing them in this world like never before.

2. Opening up to Love and Partnership like never before. To finally begin this next chapter of my life with my soulmate … whomever that’s meant to be (which by the way, I don’t mean in that cheesy Hollywood you-complete-me kind of way. The “romance” and “best friendship” and “awesomeness” component is surely part of it … but it’s also someone I feel I’m meant to share a life purpose with – something we’re contributing to the goodness of this planet together – be it energetically or something we actually create together. More for another article)!

Back to the Enlightenment Festival and my intentions … In some fantasy, I suppose I thought these set intentions would become super clear either while I was in India or after I arrived home. Granted, it has only been a few weeks since my return. In some ways I feel like I’ve undergone a major surgery. Although an incredibly beautiful experience, It was also quite intense being at the Ekam Temple going through all those healing and enlightenment processes. It takes time for things to settle. In general, I do get antsy from time to time – especially related to career and coming into my own. I’m reminded of the metaphor of seeds having been planted. They just need continued nurturing. And Like everyone else in this world, I am In Bloom. More will be revealed.

So … I’m not sure how coherent this article has been. But regardless, I’m sticking with my New Year’s intention to write more – just because. And like my beloved Michael Scott says in the hit sitcom The Office, “Sometimes I just start a sentence and I don’t know where it’s going … I just hope I find it along the way”…

I hope I found it along the way 😉

All of It is Lovable

I am setting an intention this New Year to write more – to just write – without any need for uber organization or perfection or even deep inspired reason. There’s something very healing I find in the written word for me. And even more powerful… the expression of my written word. And others have asked me to continue with a Life Blog so… here it goes.

Tonight on my evening walk with my dog, I experienced a deep surrendered moment and experienced a voice within myself say, “I love and accept ALL of you.” It felt poignant because it has been an interesting week of internal comparisons with others. It’s sort of a knee jerk chattering thing that pops up from time to time and seems REAL. If I’m not conscious of it, it’ll take over. It’s merciless. It’s mean. And it loves to tell me of all the ways I’m screwing up or an actual screw up or not good enough. I emerge from these chattering sessions like a yucky figure coming out of a swamp – matted down with dirt and sludge and feeling like a exiled monster.

I read something the other day about “guilt” being the ego’s way of making one feel like they’re making actual progress. I loved this because I find guilt to be a useless, “old school” dialogue that seems like it’s providing motivation and momentum to change. Real change, I find comes spontaneously from a place of peace and love within and towards oneself. It doesn’t need to be something lovable or even understandable to others per say. But for me to love and embrace it all is quite essential. So, with whatever chattery charged nonsense the mind generates, I’m going to aim to love and accept it all. You won’t rock me Ms. Monkey Mind. My Love is too Big for that.

When I was in India, there were a couple of days we broke into these discussion and sharing groups lead by one of the Dasas’. One day, our Dasa shared a story about these 2 young boys who had very different experiences encountering a mean and insulting “monster”. One brother became angry with the monster and would confront it by yelling and force. In these instances, the “monster” would grow bigger and bigger.

The other brother however, when encountering the “monster” would calmly look at it and say, “What do you want?”. In this case, the monster would become smaller.

I found this story amusing and it really stuck – reminding me once again of the power of responding with detached curiosity (and yes, even Love) to the mind’s sufferings and chatterings. It doesn’t have to mean anything at all. “I” get to choose what I want to deem and believe about myself.

And in this grand, vast, limitless, magical cosmos we’re ALL a part of … how can we be anything less than sparkly, shiny and magnificent?

So go out there and be unabashedly You. Let yourself off the hook. Ease up. Appreciate yourself and all you’ve contributed, how you’ve grown, all you’ve endured. Radically Love ALL of yourself – even the imperfections and messiness. And watch your Love transform you out of the muck into sheer radiance.

Radically Own Your Way

Sometimes it takes what it takes to trust our intuition and find our own ways.

August 2015 I found myself in the lovely and cheerful Brighton, England. Within days of my arrival I stumbled into a beauty salon inquiring about massage and next thing I knew I was renting an adorable treatment room in the basement offering Craniosacral Therapy treatments and Angel Card Readings. It kind of blew my mind.

My intuition was nudging me to approach it with gentleness, ease and to honor the wisdom of my own rhythm and timing. Yet there was this other part of me that felt pulled by what “other people” were doing – a sense of urgency, competition and hustle.

One afternoon, one of the gals at the salon asked me for help in handing out promotional fliers to passerby’s outside the salon. I reluctantly obliged. To my surprise, I felt my entire body freeze in terror and paralysis. And when I attempted it again the next day (this time with my own promotional fliers) I was in even more distress.

Don’t get me wrong, there were plenty of helpful, lucrative suggestions from my salon-mates that did indeed work albeit feeling uncomfortable. Yet for whatever reason, something about that manner of promoting myself just incited this lock down of my entire system. I literally could not move forward with it.

So what did I do? I kept trying to push through. And then I took a step back and sought to forget about it for a while.

One morning something fresh arose within my consciousness. What if I continued to hand out promotional materials but rather with a bit of a different intention and spin? So, I gathered a stack of my business cards and got started with an idea.

I had bought some flowers and then collected various positive affirmations and kind statements. I then proceeded to write inspiring messages or affirmations on each of my cards and further attached a flower to it. Then I stood outside and handed these offerings to people walking by.

The sensation and response was incredibly different to say the least! People were attentive, appreciative and receptive. They were also touched and thankful. Often, it didn’t matter to rattle off a business spiel nor hard-sell them on my services. Whether or not they even followed through with an appointment was irrelevant. I just wanted them to feel good, hopeful and loved. And since that’s essentially what my business is about anyway, now they knew firsthand. And I barely even breathed a word.

Another time I arrived at the salon early in the morning to meet a new client for a Craniosacral Therapy session. The woman was already present and waiting when I arrived. I also noticed that my salon-mate in the room next to mine, a massage therapist, was already with a client herself. I could hear the soft, soothing music that accompanied her sessions drifting out from underneath the door.

I quietly brought my new client into my office. The walls of the room had a soft pink glow, nicely complementing the rosy shaded sheet covering my treatment table. There was a warm, comforting feeling present. My client and I exchanged some initial pleasantries about ourselves and eventually the subject shifted to what brought her in today.

Suddenly it dawned on us both that a mistake had been made. The woman in my office was actually meant to be the client of the massage therapist next door – a session she had prepaid for via Groupon. And the person in my colleagues’ office was of course meant to be my early morning client. We laughed in disbelief. Since my colleague was already well into her massage appointment, it didn’t feel appropriate to interrupt.

“Well, would you like to have a Craniosacral session anyway?” I asked the woman in my office.

Even though I had been earlier experiencing some stressful musings about my finances and building up my business, I knew in my heart I wanted to offer the session free of charge. The session proceeded beautifully and I shared with her tales of my recent travels and personal awakenings. She revealed some of her own recent brushes with spiritual growth and recommended a book I might like. When we concluded I graciously thanked her, offered a discounted future session and then briefly stepped out. Later when I returned, I saw she had left me an appreciative note and … had paid me anyway.

Never underestimate the wisdom of your own heart and way. It may not make sense nor look practical or even seem traditionally successful. BUT if you could dare to lean on my faith, I assure you there’s a gold mine just beckoning to be discovered. And regardless of riches or treasures, the best and most valuable part of that gold mine is You.

Let Go and Be Dazzled

February 2014

It was the night before I was to move to Bali. I arrived back to my tiny Los Angeles apartment after weeks (if not months) of donating, clearing out items, packing, and putting things in storage. Needless to say, I was exhausted. It was 8 pm. And it just started to rain.

Ideally, I would have hoped to only have a few items left to do before getting a good night’s sleep. But the reality of my apartment was proving to be the opposite. Lingering boxes of memorabilia and paperwork were waiting for me in my closet, an old laptop computer was hanging around, home decor, several pieces of clothing, and the quilt my grandmother had bought for me. These were things I was clearly struggling to part with. I could only stand there bewildered and at a loss.

My friend soon arrived only to witness me in this momentary paralysis and panic. She grabbed my hands and said, “Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to bless these items and say a prayer that they end up in the right places and hands effortlessly. And then, we’re going to let it all go … and take them out to the dumpster.” And that’s exactly what we did.

Fifteen minutes after dragging things outside to the dumpster, a woman who lived across the alley way mysteriously appeared. In the dark and through the rain, she curiously approached us and asked if I was getting rid of these items. When I affirmatively replied, she lit up and literally said she’d “take them off my hands.” Apparently, this woman had quite the hobby of collecting items to donate or sell. Soon enough, she too was in my apartment helping carry things outside, only this time to her place. It was nothing short of a miracle and a deeply magical moment in my life.

This profound lesson still resounds loudly in my consciousness today when life starts to feel overwhelming. I think to myself, “if all of that could unfold so effortlessly during such a pivotal moment, it could certainly work again – no matter what the circumstances.”

Present Day

And I don’t always remember this example. But today, I did. I was at the gas station filling up my tank, swept up in some thoughts about recent life transitions. Do I stay in Cleveland? Where would I go? What about my dog? How would it look? How would it happen? How did I get here? Am I doing it right? How can I keep moving forward with dreams and passions? Then I remembered that night several years ago in Los Angeles. I paused for a moment and realized I could say this same blessing for present day circumstances. So, I blessed myself, all the people, animals and situations I was concerned about. I prayed and affirmed that I/they/we all get to the right places, spaces, people and opportunities we’re meant to be with. All with ease and grace.

And that’s it.

Who knows, maybe some neighbor lady will show up on my doorstep with the keys to the Universe. Regardless, just like before, something dazzling is unfolding. And I can just let go and see what magic reveals…and maybe too, just for old times sake, take some things out to the dumpster.

Stay tuned! And who knows, try it out for yourself! You never know what miracles are just right around the corner.

The Long and Perfect Road Home 

It was August 2013 when my life took a dramatic, interesting turn. I missed passing my social work licensing exam by 1 point and I was then promptly let-go by my long time job – which I knew was not personal but policy of the company.

I had 2 days to clear out my office of almost 7 years. What’s more, I also had to wait another 6 months before I could retake the exam.

Needless to say, my self esteem took a bit of a hit. To say I doubted myself as a practioner and my abilities to contribute and succeed in the world would have been a grand understandment.

At that time I couldn’t foresee where or what I’d do for work next. I was a bit stunned by the seeming swift shift in my life. I remember spending the first few weeks taking lots of naps and lots of long walks with my dogs. A depression set in. I didn’t quite know who I was without my job as it had been my identity for over a decade.

Luckily, I had some savings in my pocket so I was granted the freedom to not have to rush into anything else right away. I knew something big was happening. Some sort of grace and quiet time had descended upon my life.

Eventually I began to enjoy the long stretch of days and unplanned events. I could sleep in, I could take countless yoga classes, I could go to the beach, I could write or engage in other creative activities, I could just SIT in a cafe and enjoy for hours. I remember exploring A LOT those first 2 months.

Then I planned a week long trip to Bali, Indonesia. I had never travelled that far before and certainly not alone. 1 week there merged into 2 as I felt this pull to stay longer. This trip began to reawaken creative and joyful aspects of myself that had been long forgotten. On the plane ride back to LA, I sat there in a whirlwind.

WHAT had just happened? Something big indeed was stirring within.

Well…you know the rest. I ended up moving myself to Bali – “permanently”. Well at least for an undefined period of time.

Many, MANY things took place during that journey which lasted about a year and a half. To try to sum it up in a couple paragraphs wouldn’t even do it much justice. I’ve written many articles about my time, adventures and awakening there and I welcome you warmly to read!

Today marked an interesting milestone. I have re-entered the counseling world after almost 4 long years of a hiatus. Sometimes it felt like I was “hiding” or perhaps “recovering”. I wasn’t quite ready yet to re-open myself in this way. It was a much needed rest and reflection.

I know I do not re-enter this profession as the same woman and practitioner as when I left. A lot has transpired in between to bring forth a new symphony within me. It is a deep and sacred offering of my authentic self and true gifts.

It has taken quite some time to get to this point of presenting myself exactly as I am and gently negotiating the environments, people and practices that feel right for me.  If it’s “right” for me …I know  it’ll be right for those who cross my path as well.

I sat in amazement and utter gratitude today as I realized how perfectly everything has been unfolding all along. And it felt as if I had finally arrived Home again to my true self.

They say that Michelangelo commented, after creating the Statue of David, that he but only removed the “unnecessary” parts from the block of stone. In fact, the glorious statue itself had been there waiting to be revealed all along.

This greatly resounds true for me as well. This long and perfect journey back “home” to myself has been but a beautiful, slow shedding of that which is not needed for the sculpture of Me and my intended life journey. It has also be a quiet yet profound Allowing of who I really am to courageously emerge. ✨

2nd Chances 🐶

Her Name was Phoebe

I’m so grateful that Life presents 2nd chances – synchronistic moments in one’s life reminding us that our heartfelt desires and wishes haven’t been forgotten and that life tends to circle back around again, making things new and right.

In November 2004, I met and eventually adopted a sweet dog named Phoebe. Phoebe came into my life on seeming “accident.” I had never owned a dog before. I even used to be deathly afraid of dogs. Then one day I met a friend’s dog who opened my heart and…I was love-struck.

From then on I began watching other people’s pets when they traveled and made many upon many dog friends. And then one day an ad in the newspaper eventually led me to Phoebe.

We spent almost a decade together. She was a sweet little sidekick and angel. Witnessing her morph from this terrified and timid dog into an assured and playful companion was one of the loveliest things to experience. Phoebe taught me how to love and open my heart to life in ways I couldn’t quite access before. She left her paw prints on my heart and altered my destiny (beautifully) forever.

The long and the short of it was … the time came one very difficult day for me to drop her off at her new , temporary home. I had decided to move overseas and was soon leaving. The risks and uncertainties of bringing her with me, along with tricky international pet policies, I ultimately deemed as unsafe (especially given her age) and not feasible. The day we said goodbye, I felt my heart break. I knew it would take its time to heal. Despite the pain, I was comforted by the fact that I had deeply loved and had BEEN loved.

Three Years Later

Three years later, during a phone conversation with a friend, I shared that I didn’t think I had it in me to ever adopt a dog again. I just didn’t want to go through that pain of loss that would inevitable come one day. He heard me out but completely disagreed. Maybe I was being a little dramatic and unreasonable. Maybe I just wasn’t ready. And then … Life presented an interesting twist to me.

I had been pet sitting for quite some time and my name and services were becoming word-of-mouth. A friend of a friend asked if I could watch their dog while they traveled. I had never met them or their dog before but happily agreed to help. The first time I met Dunkin, I had just stepped off the elevator in their apartment building and saw him standing way down the hall fiercely wagging his tail. He hadn’t officially met me yet but there was this excited anticipation as I slowly approached. I sensed his sweetness, joy and child-like energy from afar. As we neared closer, I felt this familiarity. It was as if we already knew each other.

Watching him those few days brought back memories and pieces of myself that had been long forgotten. He bore a resemblance to Phoebe – in fact, I felt her same spirit right there with him. Unbeknownst to me, there was tremendous healing taking place. I remember saying to myself, “If I were to ever get a dog again, it would be just like him.”

Spirits Reunited

Well, an interesting thing happened. About two weeks after I watched Dunkin, his owner called and said they were looking to find him a new home. Due to their busy travel schedule, they felt he might be happier and more settled elsewhere. But they wanted his new home to be with someone they knew (sound familiar?). He then asked if I’d like to keep him.

I was so floored I didn’t even know what to say! It seemed like a weird dream. My rational brain had all sorts of concerns and worries about the timing and practicalities of adopting a dog. Yet my heart said it was the absolute right thing to do. In fact, it felt like coming home again.

It took around a month to get it all sorted and finally, the day arrived when I picked up Dunkin to bring him home. Oddly (or maybe not), It felt like the most natural thing in the world – like that had been the plan all along. It was like putting on a pair of comfortable old shoes again. It was as if he and I had been doing this co-life thing for a long, long time.

When I initially wrote this, it had been only a few days since I brought him home. I still find myself in these awestruck moments of gratitude for second and infinite chances. I never thought I could literally “be” with Phoebe again. Yet in a very real way, I now AM. I’ve heard many stories over the years of people being reconnected in some fashion with animals from their past through new pets that enter their lives. I’ve seen it firsthand and I’m a big believer.

And so the love story continues ..

Star Where You Are

Yes, I meant to say “Star”. ✨

There is a common expression of “start where you are” – you know, meaning to just make a start no matter how modest in the direction of your choosing. That’s how all big ideas get realized in my humble opinion.

Life isn’t always about climbing mountaintops and rescuing children from burning buildings and exotic travel and so forth. These things are well meaningful and important indeed. But we shouldn’t let them be the only indicator of success and purpose in our lives.

It’s the “small” things that count too. The day to day stuff is heroic and miraculous as well. Your smile to a stranger, a prayer to a loved one, a telephone call to a friend, reading to your children, a nap, even cleaning out some closet space in your home. This list is infinite and It’s ALL worthwhile and contributing.

So I say, STAR in your own life…where EVER you are. Enjoy a quiet moment. Relax knowing everything is well and OK. Follow your breaths in and out. Have a simple meal. Celebrate your accomplishments. Be in awe of the fact that Life is breathing itself through you, AS you. You don’t have to know any grand plans or schemes. You’re being here now is more than enough.

If you feel inspired…dance! Write! Play! Get out the markers and crayons and color. Listen to the birds. Or just thank yourself for all you’ve walked through and contributed to this world. You just don’t how many people, animals and/or places are breathing easier just because you once crossed paths.

You are the hero/heroine of your own story. Always. Don’t let the mind chatter convince you otherwise. Have faith. Rest easy. Know that something wonderful is happening. Actually…it’s YOU.

The Power of Love Given and Received

Watching a recent documentary series on kindness has profoundly touched my heart. (shout out to Leon Logothetis and The Kindness Diaries on Netflix. Incredible. Please check it out!)

Like any other human being, I sometimes fall prey to self-conscious, worriesome inner dialogue such as, “What am I supposed to be doing with my life?” Or “How can I be more successful?” Or “Shouldn’t I be HERE by now?” Underneath it all it’s mostly about achieving and obtaining something in the eyes of the world.

Yet, as life has gently been showing me, my greatest gifts aren’t exactly in the things I think I have to achieve, build or even become. They exist right inside of me, in the here and now, just as I am. And when the going gets tough and I feel myself caught up in a self-absorbed rut, often the only thing I can think of to “do” to constructively remedy this is… to offer kindness and love to others. It is a simple yet profound medicine. Offering kindness can resemble many different things: An encouraging message, a quick reach out to say “hello, how are you?”, a prayer, a “thinking of you.”, asking a stranger in passing how their day is going, donating to an individual or charity, giving someone the benefit of the doubt, appreciating a friend or loved one and just simply showing up. And the list goes on.

Initiating the flow of this kind, loving energy always seems to beget more in return for me. It can quiet down the overactive “thinking” brain, bringing me into the simplicity and richness of this moment. And lo and behold, life starts to sort itself out again…without much meddling from me.

I found this quaint, kindness and connection to be instrumental during my travels overseas. Sometimes traveling could be a lonely journey. I was surrounded by many people and activities yet just longed for genuine connection. And then it would happen. I’d dare to reach out and offer to pull a few angels cards for someone seated next to me at a cafe, for instance. And then perhaps they’d express appreciation and also impart some words of love, truth and encouragement – of which I just so happened to need in that moment. Both of us inevitably would leave that experience more full, grateful and hopeful that we had been prior.

I remember once in Bali taking a long walk from a friend’s house back to my home. I passed by a local school and some kids were out front playing ping pong. They spoke no English. I spoke very little Indonesian. My heart nudged me to join them. How receptive and kind they were! We had so much fun. How my day and sense of hope effortlessly transformed. We laughed and played ping pong, barely understanding one another in our respective languages but finding in a commonality in our humanity and connection. We simply enjoyed this exchange of joyful energy with, then I waved goodbye and headed home.

When I later arrived at my living quarters (I was staying with a kind Balinese family in a room-for-rent situation), one of the family members excitedly and bemusedly told me she saw me playing ping pong at the school.

Other times, I would take strolls with no real destination in mind, just seeing where my heart and spirit would guide me. Sometimes it would lead me to a small group of local musicians sitting outside a cafe. Someone would be strumming a guitar, someone singing or drumming. I would be invited to sit down and sing with them. Time stood still in those moments.

Even today, this reminder helps me. As the mind conjures up all sorts of stories (about how my life should look or how I’m not “measuring up,” etc.), I come back to the simple truth that Happiness and Divine Perfection are always right where I am. The details don’t necessarily matter – yet “I” and my heartfelt offerings on the other hand, DO. So whether I share loving words with a friend or go above and beyond to connect with a client; or send good wishes to people driving on the road or just spend quiet, loving time with my bunny Ruby – it ALL is so valuable, meaningful and Right On. There doesn’t have to be some grand extravagant thing happening in order to consider oneself worthwhile or on the right path. It can be just as profound and important in the simple day to day interactions and exchanges. “Tend to the little things,” an old saying goes, “and then watch the big ones sort themselves out.”

Jump in the moment with enthusiasm or quiet kindness. Follow the daily simplicities of your heart. Know that it is ALL purposeful ALWAYS …as are You.

500 Words 

Sometimes my mind makes writing more complicated than it needs to be. So today while breezing along on my scooter around the Bahamas (always fabulous inner processing happens for me on the scooter); I heard a voice say “”Just 500 words”. So here I am.

In fact, driving a scooter brings many realizations and life lessons for me. It has been a while since I rode…back last April in Bali. I felt confident getting on the road and then my mind starts to chatter, “Watch out for that bump!”, “Am I going the right way?”, “Why don’t these cars behind me pass me?!”…Not to mention the negative barrage of “what ifs”!

Dave and I had been efforting to follow this map and reach this suggested destination for most of the day. It JUST wasn’t working. First we turned the “wrong” way and ended up on this hectic highway. Then we found ourselves right back at our hotel. Then, his scooter broke down. The guys thankfully came out to swap our scooters. Then we made some other wacky turns and ended up in some desolate road going now where.

Finally I remembered my own precious past lesson learned of “put down the map and follow your heart”. I suggested this to him and off we went. You know what, our hearts knew exactly where we were going. We were never meant to reach that suggested-landmark-on-the-map. Instead, we paved our own way.

Our own way lead us to: a beautiful, quiet beach; a yummy restaurant; driving through quiet neighborhoods with massive, stunning homes and overall just enjoying the breeze, the sunshine and the freedom.

My nerves ceased and I remembered a beautiful lesson shared with me in Bali related to scooter driving. My friend then said to just keep my focus on my self and in own space of driving instead of constantly motioning the rear view mirror and worrying about the others cars and traffic. “They know what to do” he said. I was just to pleasantly and responsibly focus on my own ride and trust the rest to the Universe. What freedom and enjoyment this brings. Another reminder that I can’t and needn’t control every single aspect of the Universe and … I can relax and know that it’ll all be ok.

Due to the bike break down, the guys at the shop were so kind and offered us another day of riding for free. Maybe we will. Maybe we won’t. It was fun to hang out at the deserted beach until they came back with our bikes. To just lie in the sand, look up at the sky and trees, listen to the waves.

I was fondly reminiscent of my time in (and connection to) Bali while I’m here in the Bahamas. The quaint chill island feel. How nice it is to venture off the beaten path and enjoy the “local” energy and vibe. How kind people are. How things just work themselves out.

So I think Dave and I are getting a hang of this Bahamas- thing! Which is interestingly similar to this Life-thing. Just little by little. Trusting your gut and intuition. Being kind to others. Flowing with the moment. And it all works out ok.

And that’s 500 words. ❤️<<<<
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