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Writing Truth to Power
Lately I’m more driven to write. This tendency has always waxed and waned throughout life, but in the aftermath of illness, much is moving through. I’m witnessing myself more fully and feeling a need to express the things I witness. Yesterday I got an email from an editorial member of a growing platform, informing me that they wanted to feature my writing alongside big names like James Clear, Simon Sinek and Mel Robbins. It’s the second email I’ve received from her. I paused, took it in, then deleted the email. While I’ve been a writer for the entirety of my career, I’ve mostly been paid to write specific industry-related content, whereas here I write for myself, for my family, for posterity. I feel like I’m still honing my voice here, and this voice may not be suitable for a larger audience. I’m not sure…
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Everyday Sacred
During the final phase of my illness, I embarked on a 30-day spiritual journey called ‘My Deepest Me.’ It was an assignment through SGTI, my spiritual direction training. Essentially, it was a journaling journey with a reading and a few prompts to answer each day via a book by the same name, written by one of my beloved teachers, Jan Lundy. It kicked off in me what she calls the ‘everyday sacred.’ The everyday sacred is a way of viewing life that honors and respects the fact that God is in everything. Our brains tend to want to separate and categorize, but ultimate reality cannot be either of those. All is one. God is in the sacred and the profane. God is in everything and everyone. God is in every interaction we have. The struggle is that our egos and the ways our brains…
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A Lesson from Anger
Many things have revealed themselves since my illness/spiritual crisis. Big things. Small things. Things that I need to do more of. Things I need to stop doing. Even ways I was fooling myself. It’s been amazing to have so many divine downloads. In the midst of my illness, especially after I determined it was spiritual, energetic and emotional in nature at its core, I kept wondering, ‘where are the lessons?’ None came when I was really sick. No, I think I needed to be taken down very low for a long period of time for me to really feel it, to know that it was real, and to remember that it was a place I never wish to return. But as I’ve been recovering, so much has changed. “I don’t know who I am anymore” is a phrase I use often, but it’s not…
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The Lines that Divide Us
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the lines that divide us, and how they are more distinct now than they ever were. Ever since the Trump era, followed by C-19, everything has been politicized, and in many people’s minds, particular things fall under particular categories … if you believe one thing, many assume you lean one way as opposed to another. But as I see it (and as I stand) this isn’t always the case, and in fact may even be opposite. Ever since my spiritual crisis, it seems to me that people might think I lean right. Why? Because if I truly leaned left, I’d be going along with the narrative? But the truth is I lean more left than right, especially in relation to human dignity and rights. But here’s the rub: I don’t think of those things in the context…
