• being human,  embodiment,  writing

    Optimistic Energy

    Optimistic energy attracts all good things because it believes those things are already on their way. In fact they are. Optimistic energy is a felt sensation in the body as much as it is a mindset (maybe more). Optimistic energy is expansive and contagious. Optimistic energy comes directly from spirit. Optimistic energy must stay present to itself in order to attract more optimistic energy. Optimistic energy sees the good in all. Even the ugly. Optimistic energy is a byproduct of love. Optimistic energy is the opposite of fear. . . . Fear is unbelief. Fear is a belief in lack. Fear is lack, not-enoughness, ego, limitation, reaction, a lack of love. Fear stops us from being our best selves, living our best lives. Fear has a felt sense too. It is different for everyone but there is always constriction in fear. . . .…

  • being human,  embodiment,  writing

    An Invitation

    I find myself in a place I know well—a place of seeking less, a place of letting go, a place of learning to simplify. It’s a place I know well because I return to it regularly, mostly because I forget along the way. Life, it seems to me, is a series of forgetting and remembering—even some of our core qualities, the essence of who we are and who we want to be in the world. In my life I’ve had major periods of growth as well as stretches of lifeless living—periods of time where I’ve been completely disconnected from who I am and where I’m going. Life changes all the time but while some of the change is initiated from within, from a knowing place, other times it is unconscious. I’m pretty sure I’m in a period of being fully (mostly) connected to life…

  • being human,  writing

    Learning to Wait

    I am learning to wait, hopefully patiently. For the majority of my adult life I have pushed and strived and made things happen. I have set goals and conquered them. But I’m in a different place now, a place quite unfamiliar to me. I am in a place of quiet anticipation. I am teaching myself to wait. Sounds simple enough, right? Sure, yeah—no, it doesn’t feel simple at all. In this waiting period, I am noticing my compulsions and tendencies. I am noticing how much mindless scrolling I do as well as the tendency to pick up my phone for …. something, but what? I do not know. I just announced a break from social media today, something I’ve been thinking about for a while but have not had the courage to do. And how crazy is that? It literally feels like it is…

  • being human,  embodiment,  writing

    Writing for Peace; Writing for Posterity

    I have been proving my existence through the written word for as long as I can remember—keeping diaries, journals, common place books, writing lists, poems, letters and more. It’s a deep need and desire within me and yet I cannot fully express the why of it, except that it brings me peace. But there is more to it than that. I wish I was one of those people who just lived and didn’t question my why’s, but if that was the case, I wouldn’t be me. And damn it, I love me now, finally, so I will learn to love that this is the way God made me. I really questioned my why of writing after my mom’s passing. It grew to an ever deeper need in the weeks, months and years following her earthly exit as I realized I had no words of…

  • being human,  embodiment,  studio sage,  writing

    New Moon Intentions

    I have set new moon intentions every month for many years now, but they look much different these days: there are fewer and they are smaller, more embodied, life-giving intentions instead of goals. Here are my intentions for the month ahead as we enter winter solstice: THEME: Do Small Things with Great Love. INTENTIONS: Everyday presence. Fully connecting with my life. Embodying it. Movement. Outside. A grounded sense of calm. Non-profit research and knowledge for The Studio Sage. Yay! (This is my one big goal for the month.) Daily spiritual reading. Respect the season: daily quietude, lots of sleep, less screen time, more reading, slow yoga, conscious breath, staying home and cooking more. What about you? Do you set monthly new moon intentions? Happy Season of Yin, y’all. Time to go within. Be still. I’m here for it!

  • studio sage,  writing

    Undefined

    I am undefinable. And so are you. What I am thinking about today is who I am, who I’ve been and who I’m becoming. I’ve had a lot of “flashbacks” lately — no, not the drug tripping flashbacks you might think of if you grew up in the sixties, seventies and eighties. I am simply having memory flashbacks of my younger years. I’m pretty sure it’s normal as we go through life. We look back, reminisce, obsess over mistakes and eventually integrate it all into our totality. So undefined? The change that inevitably happens in life. I’ve put myself into boxes and categories for years and I’ve moved out of many of those boxes in the last few years. Lots of things changed when my mom passed and our only child moved out of the home. I reevaluated what was important. I made changes…

  • writing

    Commonplace Journal Inspiration

    As I was organizing files today, I came across a little info book I put together last year around this time. I read through it and decided I’d share it with you. As a longtime commonplace book keeper, here I provide a number of ideas for keeping your own. Download the guide here. Enjoy! Do you keep a commonplace book? If so, please tell me in the comments, and tell me what you keep in yours!

  • being human,  breath,  embodiment,  writing

    Sacredness in the Mundane

    there is asacrednessin the mundane,in every daylife. we only have tos l o w d o w n . . . to see itfeel ittaste itbreathe itBE it. . . . I really believe this is my life’s calling. It’s a simple life calling, and a difficult out-of-reach one at the same time. My life’s calling is to slow down, to overcome the rush and anxiety that has pervaded me for the entirety of my years on earth, and to put words to the frustration and subsequent peace this calling elicits. Life is paradoxical … and simple and hard and beautiful and heart-wrenching and confusing and joyful. Ahh, this being human truly is a guest house, as Rumi wrote hundreds of years ago. We simply cannot know who or what to expect from one day to the next. I am most at peace and can…

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    Feel More. Think Less.

    “Feel more. Think less.” Sound advice in almost all situations, and if I’m honest, not my first tendency. It’s auspicious, however, that nearly everything I’ve endeavored in my spiritual life also points to this truth. It’s also interesting how when you see something, you can’t unsee it. Words (the product of thinking) fail the full experience of life. Words are a means to an end. We use words to explain how we feel, to get what we want because of how we feel, and to point to the reality we are making of the world. Words, however, are not reality itself. Words are dualistic in nature. They come from the mind and the mind is better at comparing and contrasting than thinking deeply about wide open concepts that cannot be defined. It takes time to create the capacity to hold many things as true…

  • being human,  embodiment,  writing

    Learning to Love the Paradox

    Please be gentle with me. I am writing my memoir, one of them at least. I may never publish it but that’s not the point anyway. I’m doing it for me. I wrote for a few hours yesterday. It was painful. I could feel rage rising as I finished. I knew I needed to take a break; I knew I needed to attend to my self care. And so I did. I feel like I am pulling myself down into a hole, unwinding the past. I wonder why I’m doing it. I could stop, but I see that it is necessary for the next big phase I’m moving into. I don’t have to forge ahead without thinking of my self care needs, but I do need to keep going. I am trusting the process. I cannot tell you how many times in life I…