Your daily dose of wonder right here, my Dear Ones… You, me, everyone, everyt…
Your daily dose of wonder right here, my Dear Ones…
You, me, everyone, everything: All of us made out of exploded stars.
ONWARD,
LG
…because, being woefully imperfect, I don’t really have a choice! (By the way…
…because, being woefully imperfect, I don't really have a choice!
(By the way, I just saw grace in serious action today, in a manner that awed and humbled me. The steward on my United Airlines flight this afternoon handled a freaky/drunk/tweaking/nerve-inducing passenger with such kindness, such patience, such GRACE that he diffused the entire situation…while at the same time modeling for me an example of non-judgmental competence and compassion such as I have rarely seen, and cannot even imagine reaching. Some people are so good, it is simply amazing.)
Show me how to do that, is what I pray.
ONWARD,
LG
…but above all, the gut says, “Listen to me FOREMOST.” This is advice that my…
…but above all, the gut says, "Listen to me FOREMOST."
This is advice that my dear friend Iva told me one day, when I called her in confusion about a relationship that was causing me trouble. I said, "I can't figure out if I should listen to my head or to my heart in this situation."
She said, "Neither. Your head is too full of craziness right now, and your heart is too soft and squishy and vulnerable to make smart decisions at the moment. Listen instead to your lower intestine. What does your gut have to say? Because it's never, never wrong."
So that's what I've learned to do. I will literally put my hand on my belly, just below my naval and ask, "What's the right move here?"
When situations or people make me feel even the tiniest bit sick in my guts, I back off. Right away. And when the Golden Gut says ONWARD, then onward we go.
More primitive than the heart, older than the conscious mind, deeper and more mysterious and wiser than any other navigating system we possess, the gut knows where it's at.
Think with your mind, love with your heart, and definitely smile in your liver…but always, always, always listen to your guts.
ONWARD,
LG
THE ONLY BORING PEOPLE I KNOW ARE BORED PEOPLE.” Dear Ones – A friend of this…
THE ONLY BORING PEOPLE I KNOW ARE BORED PEOPLE."
Dear Ones –
A friend of this page sent me this clip from Marie Clare Magazine…something I said in an interview recently.
I'm so over boredom, you guys. I can't bear it when people tell me that they're bored. In this world? In this universe? We have oceans, skies, exploding super novas, underwater volcanos, amazing ant colonies, caterpillars that turn into butterflies, giant trees growing everywhere you look, miniature bacterial colonies on every surface, a complicated computer between our ears, terrifying viruses, wars, history, arts, literature, music, the entirety of world information (thousands of libraries!) on your telephone, falling stars, love and loss, the many gods of many religions, the mystery of life and death, and A SUNRISE AND A SUNSET EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR FREE…and you're bored?
Not an interesting enough world for you?
What more on earth do you WANT?
For more of my thoughts on boredom, which I do believe is the first sign of a spiritual crisis, click here:
Un-numb yourselves, Dear Ones!
Heart,
LG
