Last week I wrote a post about singing your little soul out to the Universe to foster that beneficent, yummy super abundant, secure connection to, ya know, Everything.

Just click right here if you need to catch up on that.

I wanted to build on that post because sometimes in the depths of the ick, it’s tough to get there.  When momma’s having a sh**y day, she’s not thinkin’ of singing to sunshine.  Also, when we’re in different stages of healing or different levels of consciousness, our communication desires and needs are different.  No one way is wrong because what works for one person or one moment at one time is exactly the perfect action for him or her.

A love told me last night, “I don’t like to not be be in control.” To which I…

Her passion. Her expression. Her expression of that passion with complete ownership. Ownership as human: I am responsible…

“Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.” –Ralph Waldo Emerson

Love you.  That’s my bible.

If you are in NYC, let’s do that in person.
Thursday June 6th, 2013 + every thursday.