I was talking today with a friend about the importance of words. How you use them, positively, negatively any which way. Words are like weapons. Once you put them out there, they are pretty much impossible to take back. Sure you can say you are sorry but it doesn't wipe the blood and guts off the floor from the initial bullet wound. Forgiveness is key, but let's be mindful of our words from the get. Dig?
Here's a repurposed blog to go along with those thoughts.
Everyone gets hurt. No one is perfect. People mess up. Mistakes are made. But the cross you bare when you badmouth someone else's questionable deeds or good fortunes, their life advances or personal tragedies is a very heavy one.
When you engage in loose lip service per say "warning" peers or anyone within earshot about someone or someone's "drama" or perhaps you seem to regurgitate the pain someone has caused you over and over to friends, strangers, clients, family members....wel…
We the souls riding the wave in this human experience have become quite uncomfortable with the day to day workings of living or how to make one on this planet.
In a large percentage of my readings and coaching, questions like "what is my souls purpose?", or "what is my perfect job?" are often the focus.
The wake, eat, work, pay bills, don't eat because you paid bills, try to sleep trappings of our modern society is soul crushing at times. I personally find myself wondering how best we can make our time here on the earth ship more fruitful, more fun, less stressful and leaning into the real work which is relationships, connection, being of service and elevating mankind to no avail.
If you have a life, if you live in the western society it's hard to escape the pervasive nine to five culture. In addition, it's hard to navigate the dark mental, spiritual, emotional side effects of our socio-economic structure.
Monday, I leave my precious, beautiful and sacred bubble of Jim Thorpe for New York City to embark on my first week of Kundalini Yoga teacher training. This learning adventure will stretch over the course of the next eight months. It's something that has been pulling at my heart for the last five years in terms of spiritual and physical evolution.
And naturally with most new personal mega shifts or changes comes a tinge of fear.
Yes, it's normal. Don't use my words against me. But the 17 year old who lives somewhere inside of me sits up, batting her eyes so that I take notice. She thanks me for honoring our future. She is excited for possibility and for helping others, always. But she bites her lip "even though we've come so far regarding our body image, even though we've done so much self love/self esteem work over the years, I'm still scared to wear white pants."
And I feel her..
It's not because I stain every white piece of clothing I o…