In my journey I’ve learned that the only way to stay true and sane is to find that space where you block out every single piece of advice, whether it’s fear based or love based, and you get really quiet and start listening to your inner voice. I call it God, some people call it intuition or wisdom. I don’t think it matters what you call it, but I do think it matters that you know how to find it, and hear it. It’s about asking your deepest wisdom what to do, and then trusting it. The journey of the warrior now, especially as a woman, is to just do the next right thing, without asking for permission and without explaining yourself. ~Glennon Doyle Melton
if you’ve ever shut down love, then you know how bad it can all get…..life and stuff….
inquiry for today~ maybe a little extra sweetness in your day…..don’t think about it too much……just make it happen…..
Love is beauty and light, beauty and light are love. Gardens are love school, where we learn that love includes mess and microbes and hard pebbly soil and rot and (gack!) spiders, that turn It All into beauty and food and carpets of grass, or lily-of-the-valley (This is a sneaky subversive Jesusy reference to the greatest anti-anxiety prescription, in Matthew, “Consider the lilies-of-the valley. They don’t toil or spin, yet are beyond beautiful and tended so, so lighten TF up, dude–you’ll will be fine, or at least semi-fine”–oops. I may be paraphrasing now. Sorry–back to groundcover.) With water, light and love, rocky pebbly soil grows lacey white alyssum. Also, metaphorically, literacy projects, food pantries, and ever-so-slightly tense family reunions. It’s David Blaine on steroids.
How to have have loving feelings? Do loving things. The quickest ways are to flirt with old people, and to rub lotion on your cellulitely and deeply discouraging thighs and tummy. You can put feet to love by walking with hideously slow people, who need walkers or your arm to hang on to, while you could be burning off lots of calories or arriving somewhere important. You can put feet to your love at rallies for truth and justice and equality. You can put feet to your love by stepping outside without your phone, and looking up. Love is looking up, although gazing at your huge homely achey feet with gratitude is also love: the places they have taken and steadied you!
(Gratitude is love, a rich magnetized energy that changes the world)
Love is what you are made of and what you were made for, even though some days are just too long. Your love, and our love for you, cannot help but heal you, the poor, and America. You cannot help but be love, and be loved. You might as well give up on shutting down, staying armored or buttressed, refusing to be a part of this love thing, because it is going to win. Trust me on this. You are doomed. Yikes, and Hallelujah.