How voicing ‘no’ is saying ‘yes’ to your own power and choice.
My ‘no’, is a thunderous and expansive ‘yes’ to that which I desire in life. It is the encapsulation of choice and empowerment. It is the voiced embodiment of my capacity to choose that which I wish to be and that which I wish to create in life.
Rather than saying ‘yes’ to more in my effort to create change, or make ‘better’ — I can simply say yes to less.
I can say yes to that which I choose. And I may say no to that which doesn’t move me closer to the person I sense I am, and the world I sense can be. …
Turn on your F-Yeah Filter and watch life go from good to great.
Holidays have a tendency to sow seeds of inspiration and plant roots of positivity. Combine that with the magic of a new year and a new start and many of us will have set ourselves intentions for the year ahead.
But what happens when the New Year’s hangover wears off and reality starts creeping in? How do you keep the dreams alive and not run yourself ragged in the process?
In a nutshell, if an offer or invitation doesn’t meet with a resounding and immediate yes within you — then respond with a no. …
And here’s why I’m doing a 52 week writing challenge…
For more than 20 years I’ve had a writing habit that I’ve kept hidden in the dark. Surreptitious morning pages and boxes of notebooks that are quite literally stored in my wardrobe. Unpublished. Unshared. And somehow unfinished.
I’ve produced all this stuff in the dark and on the inside, but I haven’t let it out into the world as an expression of gratitude for the experiences and people and places that inspired it. …
The expression of your honest, heart-sourced truth is a courageous act of rebellious love. The world is yearning for it — because no one else can speak it, no one else can offer it.
Yet, expressing that truth is something we’re rarely taught how to do.
We’re not taught how to listen in. We’re not taught how to excavate the mental murmur and feel below its cacophony to the deeper truth that dwells inside.
We’re not taught how to honour ourselves with the time and stillness to hear our heart’s voice.
We’re not taught how to bring that unique wisdom up from the depths of us — and out into the open air, where it can be offered as a gift to those around us. …
In the ethereal glow
of this place,
I’m left wondering
what it is to be human.
In the hard-edged neatness
of this neon expanse,
I’m left wondering
where the spaces have gone
for us to be
Where is the softness?
Where is the dark?
Where is the jagged edge
of my inner reserve?
Where is the place
that I felt myself plummet into
gripped, the pit
of my stomach,
eating at the reserves
of love and ease?
the birds clack dawn
And I remember,
the softness out there. …