True Self, False Self

I’ve been missing for a bit, major changes happening in my life and a kick-ass post brewing in my mind that will soon be here once I’m able to fully capture it, but for now I found this and completely loved it!

Star People

It’s amazing how things come to you when you’re aware. Yesterday’s post was great to clear my head (writing definitely is the best way to lay my thoughts out/clear my head/ and move on), to fight the fight, but it’s like some invisible force pulls me back to my light-hearted life is fun attitude. Balance. I’ve been reading a lot lately, lots of young adult books and series (just finished the Mortal Instruments, which I did enjoy), while these are entertaining and suck me in, they are a little dark. For some reason, though, Stargirl appeared on my reading list and made it home from the library with me. It wasn’t on the top of my list, it was short compared to the dauntingly lengthy series I had been reading. It has a stick figure girl and child like drawn star on the cover, it just seemed more childish, I was hesitant, just like with the Tao of Pooh. But it’s funny that these simple/childish books have made the biggest impact. I think it is their simplicity that I love, just like: life is fun, what an easy concept. I read inspirational books all the time: Dyer, Tolle, the Gita, Chopra, Thich Nhat Hanh; but it is this little book that is aimed at teens and that is not technically labeled

Battling the Brat

      I’m pretty self aware now and can tell when I’m being a brat (by my own standards). It’s one thing to think of all the positive things, but another to FEEL them. Watching an interview with Thich Nhat Hanh by Oprah, she comments how at peace he seems all the time. Granted he’s a monk with lots of practice, I am a mere infant in my practice of being. My inexperience shows with my impatience to BE peace all the time (thinking too much). Most of the time I honestly feel inspired, but sometimes I face challenges with a less than graceful approach (bratiness). I know in my life, though, I am on the cusp of ‘getting it’. I just have to take the jump, these challenges are there to make me better, to fully connect. Yesterday I found myself with an internal battle, where it got in my head: is manifesting enough? I say my affirmations, why do things seem to feel like they’re going the other way? Maybe because their is unconscious doubt that this is what I want. Maybe unconscious thoughts of wanting or

Muddy Mamas

            I know this is a little overdue, but maybe because I am my mothers daughter (who commented just the other day that it takes a special person to give a belated birthday card a month later) or because I don’t like people telling me that on a certain day I need to celebrate my mom (not big on conformity, what can I say) or because I wasn’t in a writing mood and if I’m going to write about someone as important as my mom I want to do it justice. I have always had the most profound relationship with my mom. I know that most feel this way and I watch my friends with their moms and even Cliff and Amanda with Mom. I know that not everyone has this, though. Walking in the park with a client a month ago, I ask her how her day was and she instantly breaks down. She had just left her mothers, ‘my mom doesn’t like me.’ Wall, I hit a wall thrown completely off guard, how do I respond to that? It’s not something I could ever fathom, because when I look at my life all I see is support. What would it be like to feel like your mom didn’t love you? It shatters my heart (I think to myself surely her mom loves her, some people just never say it or don’t show how they feel), because then I think about my own mom. I stop by her house on the way home to sneak a hug and an I love

Jumping In

Sometimes in life it is best to left go of the safety net and just jump. To free fall is to be alive. Taking in check signs in my life, today on my hike I noticed the excited charges that would run through my body as I jumped and waded through puddles, I subconsciously stored these seeds in my head for further sowing later (little did I know what they were going to grow into). Fast forward to the stream. Standing knee deep in the raging stream: I think first maybe a should hold onto my Ipod , boom it’s in the water. Thought:

Why do I care about stuff? That’s right you don’t, you care about experiences: swim Brittany. Swim across the lake.