A simple way to feel joy, right now

A simple way to feel joy, right now

We’ve been conditioned to think that joy is fleeting and a result of external circumstances.

When our lives seem to match the picture in our heads of how things “should be” or we’re going through a “good patch”, we feel joyful.

But when it doesn’t and we face unexpected challenges or get thrown different curve balls, we enjoy life a lot less.

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Hope in Chaotic Times

Hope in Chaotic Times

I’m writing to you the very words I need to be reminded of right now.

For the last two years it feels like the world has been upside down, in an irreversible kind of way.

When we thought the world around us couldn’t feel more crazy and uncertain, Russia’s attack on Ukraine throws what feels like the ultimate blow to our already worn out collective spirit.

In times like this, it feels tempting to give into despair and allow hopelessness to infect our own lives. Especially as real time footage invades our screens and we consume horror after horror for way longer than we should.

But adding our despair and hopelessness to the chaos is the last thing the world, our communities (and ultimately ourselves) need.

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Knowing

Knowing

My gentleness flows
Whether my anger knows it or not
Buried under the blurry thoughts
Running a mile an hour in my head.

I know. I know. I know.
Even when confusion seems to be the only thing I’m clear about
Until I remember where to look.

I get stuck in a dance between my past and the next step forward.
Between my brilliance and my darkest shadow. Looking outward,
knees-deep in muddy waters
Desperately hoping someone else shows me the way out.

But the compass keeps pointing at me
I look around, there’s nobody else.
Just me, my angst and my magic, sitting beside each other.

I pause, tune into the silence, look at the water
Feel the warmth of my knowing in my heart.
It’s there, it’s always there.
Welcome home, I hear.

I am the path, the walker and the destination.
I remember. I forget. I remember.
I close my eyes and I’m home again.

Body Image

Body Image

As I watch my little goddess grow, I get reminded that we’re not born body-conscious.

My 15 month old is fully connected with her body, mind and soul and spends exactly zero time making judgements of herself.

She smiles when she sees her reflection in the mirror, she gets excited when she discovers her body can master a new movement and she stops eating when she’s full, while passing no judgement on what she’s eating.

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