Contagious Love

I was listening to a middle school girl tell me she woke up her slumber party to show them the pretty sunrise we talk about in the morning. She wanted them to see it too. I got the same feeling as when I carried a two year old boy on to a balcony overlooking Central Park and he exclaimed, "Look at how beautiful it is!" We talked about it all the time. And then there was this time I was staring at this rambunctious baby girl who was dragging me up and down and I stopped to stare at her beautiful face. It was that moment when I realized I loved loving her, even when she drove me crazy. And noticed she smiled every time I smiled at her first. Even though none of our other words were translated. I make sure I slow my breathing when babies are resting on my chest, so they're calmed by my slow heart beat. Because I think it is, this Love is contagious. 

We can be Buddhas

In our hyperlinked world, we can know anything, anytime. And this mass enlightenment, says Buddhist scholar Bob Thurman, is our first step toward Buddha nature. The first American to be ordained a Tibetan Monk by the Dalai Lama, Robert A.F. Thurman is a scholar, author and tireless proponent of peace.

A Drop

Bloom

I walked out of a hot yoga class I taught the other day and thought "I LOVE WHAT I DO, I CAN'T BELIEVE I GET PAID FOR THIS." I get to tell people how awesome and beautiful and strong they are everyday while I watch them grow healthier and calmer. It's so beautiful. I've been searching for that thing in my life that truly felt like an accomplishment of the human soul and I feel it. I don't make any money yet, and I pay for my gas and some coffee and there's not much else. But I see this whole tower to build. And these are just the foundations and THAT makes me SO EXCITED. And I finally want to begin construction. Because I've been sitting on my hands and biting my lips for years while rivers of ideas flow through my head and finally they make sense. They connect. I'm watching the patterns of my life and now I can decode them. Without fighting the current or swimming upstream, I work with what's coming my way. She blooms.