…to the dark, the spacious, the sweet, the jaded, the women who live as certain as light rays, who renovate broken boardrooms and policies with justified anger and overwhelming Love— Love of inclusion, of ecology, of bone solid Truth—Love of Love.
…to the dark, the spacious, the sweet, the jaded, the women who live as certain as light rays, who renovate broken boardrooms and policies with justified anger and overwhelming Love — Love of inclusion, of ecology, of bone solid Truth — Love of Love.
There’s so much sanity to just flowing with someone's predictability— their norm, their nature. Accept it. Forgive it. Just tolerate it; or peace out if you don’t want it in your life. But don’t waste too much time trying to change it.
...and by that I mean: Even type-A personalities and wildly productive grown-ups put things off. But what we might critique as procrastination can be a misdiagnosis for instinct. One of the effects of living in a hyper-productive society is that intuitive resistance can get labeled as procrastination. But...
...and by that I mean: Your week is filled with a few opportunities to put up and shut up. And where does that get you? Repressed, suppressed, officially oppressed. Not taking any shit doesn’t mean you’ve got to fight or get scrappy — though sometimes, that’s exactly what you need to do — loudly.
I was moving out of a house recently and told a friend I was going to smudge the place. (You know, “smudge" — you burn some sage and clean the energy out. Stay with me, this is going to get more logical for some of you. Actually…it will probably get weirder.)