Tag Archives: surrender
19
Mar

Anatomy of an Empath Part III

Most would argue that empathy is a good thing, and of course it is. When we’re hurting and a friend acts in a way that communicates that they know what we are going through, we feel loved. Empathy is an essential part of the development of healthy attachment in babies and in strong adult relationships as well. Most studies on empathy, therefore, look for how we can develop more.

For empaths, developing more empathy is not the problem; managing our overwhelmed nervous systems in the face of others’ suffering, is. As it turns out, most of us are not very good this.

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12
Mar

Anatomy of an Empath Part II

PART II

7. This is Who You Are

In 2010 I remembered again. It was one of those “burning-bush” moments when God revealed itself to me—the kind that I tell my students not to look for.

Why? Because the Divine doesn’t usually speak to us this way, and looking for it is a distraction. The Sacred lives in the subtle. The quieter we become, the easier it is to hear the “small, still voice” within. But we’ve become conditioned to ignore the small, still voice, and look for the sonic boom. We expect our spiritual experiences to mimic the pace of adrenalized movies. Our brains want jump cuts and dopamine hits, and those of us who are spiritual seekers sometimes become addicted to peak experiences, breakthroughs, and intensity. We expect God to crack us over the head with a 2 x 4, and sometimes it does happen that way. Usually when we are too stubborn to pay attention to the small, still voice within.

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02
Mar

Anatomy of an Empath Part I

1. Remembrance

In the shower this morning I remembered who I am.

Funny how we forget. And remember. And forget. And remember. It’s designed that way.

I often remember when I am in the shower. Something about the water. And the non-linear focus. And the letting go.

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19
Dec

Riding the Waves of Change

As I’m writing this, it’s mid-November, 2017. I am sitting on a plane at 30,000 feet on my way to San Francisco. My entire life is about to change.

As most of you know, I am moving. The guidance that led me here was undeniably clear. My heart swells with joy every time I am on the Northern California coast.

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30
Oct

Migration to Muir Beach

I’ve been procrastinating writing this post for a while.

Some of you know this already but for some of you it will be news:

I am moving.

Or, more accurately, I am migrating to the ocean. Muir Beach, California. To return to the Mother for a while. To listen, and write, and pray, and teach, and see clients, and walk on the coast. And to let the whales dream me into the next phase of my life.

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23
Nov
06
May

After Ecstasy the Laundry: Me So Sexy

I have a confession to make: I still have a paper calendar. I’m not a luddite per se, I just like the physicality of it, and being able to see the whole month at once, and the pretty orange inkblot design on the cover.

I have a ritual that I perform every January. I go through my calendar and map out what’s important to me. I put in my vacations, my yoga classes, my self-care time, the days I’ll be working on my dissertation, the hours I’ll be with clients, and the weekends I run my trainings. Of course I leave room for spontaneity and the element of surprise as well (who knows when I might be whisked off to Brazil by a new lover :)). But there’s something about attending to the structure of what’s important that relaxes me and creates space for the magic to unfold.

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18
Oct
24
Feb

Surrender

hand with sparkles
I’ve been thinking a lot about surrender lately—the visceral act of letting go. Surrender is often confused with its cousins: Apathy, Resignation, Giving Up, and Hopelessness. And although they bear a slight resemblance, they are not really related. In a battle between Surrender and Giving Up, surrender always wins.

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15
Jan

When Light is Your Shadow

the privilage
On New Year’s Day I co-facilitated a telecall. One of my co-hosts, a mystic and seer, said something during the call that rang true to me: “We suffer only because we can’t stand not being who we are.”

I couldn’t agree more. I am blessed. For the most part, I get to be who I am. I know what my purpose is and am living it.  My 4-year illness and the deep-dive of healing it forced me to take revealed it to me: I am here to help people use their own dark night of the soul challenges as the catalysts for their spiritual growth. And to be a guide for other healers. To help people bring the parts of themselves that split off due to trauma, and illness, and heartbreak, back home. I help people embody their souls.

I tell myself a story that I like: that my entire life has been preparing me to offer my sacred purpose. That I had to go through everything I went through to become who I am. That my journey from wounded healer to healed healer is part of what makes me me. And for the most part, I believe that this story is true.  But up until this past year, I have to admit, I have been lying to myself.

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