Since I have embraced fire as the Life Force that nourishes me, it has meant delving into every nook and cranny of how I hold my fire so I intentionally digest the kind of fire that takes from me and mindfully nourish the one that sustains the vibrancy of my being.This process has demanded embracing perpetual letting go. Of old roles, strategies, culturally conditioned identities … and all that comes not-so-neatly packaged with THAT.

I am in love with who I am in your Presence ... that's how I know: this is for real.

Self-manipulation is an interesting thing. It is so easy to never have to notice, because, of course, there are far too many external manipulations going on -- all of which are easier to notice than those we have internalized against ourselves. Yet it is in the naming it that we claim it.

I am always so intrigued and in love with the expressed sensuality of little ones. To be in the presence of that expression of Innocence, rejoicing in discovery, is a sacred gift. It is a reminder of how simple it could be, how joyous, how immensely precious.And, simultaneously, it is a reminder of just how fucking few people are allowed to rejoice in it...

Drama lives at all logical levels. Drama at the environment behaviour level might be something like messing in people's lives to create a particular outcome.At the strategy level, all the rage, fear, shame, hopelessness, etc.At the beliefs, values and attitudes it could be things like righteousness or stagnation.I wonder ... What does drama look like above the choice point?

How do you get to know your Self? Your essence? The truth of the totality of who and what you are?How do you do that when your mind and body are littered with untruth? With the imposed beliefs about you that you have internalized as real when you were a mere baby still running the show? Quantum TLC is what I intimately know and Nassim Haramain is talking about (different language, same process).

"The body knows"

There's nothing subtle about domestic violence. And it won't ever go away unless women stop pretending what is, ain't so. I wonder ... when is enough, enough?!

What I’ve come to discover in my few years of working with women, is that all the women were taught how to pretend. Manipulate their inner cues to be able to tolerate the outer ‘reality’. Manipulate, too, the outer circumstances so people think their lives are “perfect”. Yet our inner world is in total and utter turmoil. So is that of our children.