Have you ever looked at a skeleton and seen the amount of space that exists within the human body without the muscles, tendons, cartilage, etc.?  The amount of space between the bones is beyond expansive than what I typically feel within the movement of my body.

Bones are denser than muscles, yet often times it feels as if the muscles are denser then bones internally.  A tight back, an achy neck, a stiff shoulder, and on and on.  Yet the muscles are actually malleable.
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Getting up in the morning a list begins in my head.  Who hasn’t done what I want them to?  Check, check, check.  Mentally, an uncontrollable litany of resentments flows through my mind.  I used to try to push them away.  My heart knows I really don’t dislike any of that list that flows through my mind but pushing them away makes them louder.
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In America, we celebrate labels which only emphasize separation all the more.  It sets the stage to believe those labels mean anything; the first woman president, the first black president, the first black woman to win a race.

Although these are milestones that reflect changes in society of “moving forward” and “acceptance”  I feel deeply their reflection of acceptance is in and of itself a deep-seated belief in labels and that somehow they are important to the accomplishment at hand.
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One of the biggest things that has led me to where I am today is understanding that everything – and I mean everything is an opportunity! Experiences happen to help us if we can only clear the fogged mirror long enough to look inside.

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Ahhhhhhh social media.

It’s such a yearning.

An offering of where you are not.

Who you are and who you are not.

Where you might want to be and where you don’t want to be.

(photo by Shane Rounce )

There is a fine line between acceptance and being involved to fix, resolve and replace.

Acceptance is just letting it be.

Fixing is seeing it and wanting or needing to do something about it – action steps to rid yourself of the experience.

Acceptance is, however, totally accepting it, period.  Accept it.  There it is.

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What If?

a poem by Ganga White

What if our religion was each other?
If our practice was our life?
If prayer was our words?
What if the Temple was the Earth?
If forests were our church?
If holy water—the rivers, lakes and oceans?
What if meditation was our relationships?
If the Teacher was life?
If wisdom was self-knowledge?
If love was the center of our being

©1998 Ganga White, Santa Barbara All Rights Reserved
– Written at the Rainforest Benefit, NYC April 1998

(photo by Trần Anh Tuấn)

I have always known how much food helps or hinders your body.  I mean we hear about it all the time about the nutrients, the vitamins, the chemicals, etc. and what is good and what is not good for your body.  But, for the most part, it has always gone out one ear or the other because I have never subscribed to any diets and frankly eating always seemed like something I HAD TO DO.
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I love rituals.  Ever since I can remember I have loved designing and creating rituals around repetitive lifecycles, whether nature or human ones.

There is an inner knowingness and sacredness to me that comes from setting aside a moment of time, marked by some cyclical event. I become present, full of intention and creativity as I construct something that is meaningful to me.
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“Ugh, I don’t want to clean the kitchen.”  “I don’t want people to think I’m stupid or lazy.”  “I know I don’t like red cars.”  “What do I want for dinner?  I know I don’t want Mexican food.”  “I don’t want this to come across wrong but…  I don’t want my boss to think I’m a doormat.”  “I know 100% I don’t want to waste my life.”  “I don’t know what I want to “do” with my life.”  “I don’t want to feel this way (frustrated, resentful, disappointed, angry, etc…)”

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