I’m addicted.

I’m a junkie. I study like a freak. I devour programs on self-growth, energy healing, spiritual principles, bodywise information.

I don’t need to go back to school again–ever. There’re teachers offering brilliant stuff online that really digs deep intellectually. Lisa Nichols. Anne Lamott. Danielle LaPorte. Tony Robbins. Brendon Burchard (Imma take a breath…)

I am addicted.

And here’s the problem: when I find myself stuck in somebody’s

virtual classroom more than I’m out in the world actually using my education,

then being a life-long “studier” becomes a blanket to hide under. 

Sometimes life-long students need to close the books and get wise by doing.

Me. Now.

 

anne lamott quote
anne lamott

Can you be happy while in pain?

Can you be happy and at the same time feel like you’re going through something awful, that’s ripping at your muscle of faith, and squeezing your hope into a dark hole?

Yes.

I am.

Cuz there’s a part of me that has a reserve of faith, I never run out.

My imagination keeps pulling me away from what I see in reality and deep into what I feel is possible.

Call to yourself what you feel is possible, no matter how things look to everybody else.

 

Michelle Bernard’s – My prayer – a moving meditation. from Michelle Bernard on Vimeo.

ending and entering

We hear you, WomAn. We feel you, WomAn.

We see you.

We raise you up, Woman, together

as a tribe of loud, soft, hard, round, thin, thick, smooth, curious,

evolving Women. Together. We raise you up.

Take a breath with me, my lady, myself.

Let us go together and embody the Earth.

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Mental Massage for december from michelle bernard.

rise up and be who you are.

Ending 15.  Entering 16.

stop

Michelle Bernard’s November Mental Massage from Michelle Bernard on Vimeo.

 

 

while living through 

reaching

pushing

pulling

and hoping

 

stop

 

see how beautiful 

today is

 

what would you let go of

if it would make your life

feel

more beautiful?

 

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I am in love

I am in love

with

my imagination.

The relationship I have with it now as an adult with a bank account,

mortgage,

and mutual funds

is more challenging than the one I had in my basement when I was 13.
I would lie in my bedroom with wallpaper-flowers, the Prince record blasting up to the kitchen, letting my mind play pictures and fantasies of what I wanted to experience.
Wishes and real-feeling scenes so far unlike the Iowa town where I lived.

It was ritual – to daydream. Daily.

I called it planning.

As a grown-up

I remember

my imagination is still my best partner, my friend

when I stop making it my enemy.

I understand

I must pause

breathe

and dream the same way I did in my bedroom with flowers.

A daydream, a plan, a mental massage that I truly love.