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
remember to move, dance, feel, rejoice, and express your truth like your life matters to you.
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?
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.
Who would you be without your fear?
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.
Mental Massage for december from michelle bernard.
rise up and be who you are.
Ending 15. Entering 16.
Michelle Bernard’s November Mental Massage from Michelle Bernard on Vimeo.
while living through
see how beautiful
what would you let go of
if it would make your life
I am in love
The relationship I have with it now as an adult with a bank account,
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
my imagination is still my best partner, my friend
when I stop making it my enemy.
I must pause
and dream the same way I did in my bedroom with flowers.
A daydream, a plan, a mental massage that I truly love.