A response i wrote to someone today who is feeling overwhelmed and saddened by how horrible people can be… “i too struggle with dealing with the atrocities of this world. i rage against the ignorance and violence and greed. i get so upset and overwhelmed by it all. And then, i remember, the only person who is actually affected by those feelings is me. So… as painful as loving is, it sure beats the alternative. ; ) “
It was good to be reminded…
“I Am… Graffiti”
I write my memoirs
on the cracked
of your forgetfulness
wish these places didn’t exist
if I pretend they don’t exist
maybe they will
if we only made these places
aka pushing people out of the places
I write my memoirs
on the walls and doors
to push me out…
to hold me down…
to keep me in my…
Because you think
I belong in this
lower than you.
Because years upon years
and generations upon generations
of oppression, colonialism,
imperialism, and materialism
and a host of other “isms”
have tricked you
stereotypes and hierarchy
you worked hard to get where you are…
only want to live off welfare
and don’t want to work hard
and would be in a different place
if I truly wanted, worked hard,
and just visualized
into my reality.
Because if I just visualized “The Secret” enough
then fancy cars and fancy houses
would be mine.
And it is only my laziness
and lack of positive thinking
and my “karma”
that keeps me here
writing my memoirs
on the cracked, chipped,
of your forgetfulness…
of your privilege…
of your inherited and internalized
Hoping against hope
that despite the odds,
despite the history that says,
”Light skin equals privilege”
the colored paint
that spews forth from this can
into sometimes brilliant
markings, scribbles, art, brilliant possibilities
and everything in between…
left as memoirs
on the cracked, chipped,
of your chosen forgetfulness…
I will leave my mark…
refusing to be silenced
in a world that wishes to forget.
cjulia butterfly hill August 2013
i fell in love with you
the way you
held space in chaos
i fell in love with you
and the way you
modeling the space
where love is present
and judgment is put to rest
i fell in love with you
because your being-ness
mirrored a possibility for me
that cracked through another layer
in the wall around my heart
letting light in to shine
on the hidden hurts
that don’t believe
this love is possible
And as my heart cracked open
tears filled the space
not tears of sorrow
tears of gratitude
that this possibility
into a place within me
that died a long time ago
i fell in love with you
because you are you
in a way
that touched and moved me
in a way that has left me changed
i am a better person
for having met you
listened to you
weave your magic
i am a better person
for having fell in love with the gift
of huge love
To find out who this poem is about and to hear the magical music that is Sea Stars, go to:
i had the pleasure of MC’íng for the first annual Arise Festival in Colorado this weekend. i also was in conversation with the wonderful Daryl Hannah and a few other things at the festival. My asthma was flaring up horribly because of elevation combined with dry air and massive amounts of dust. Although i struggled pretty hard physically the entire weekend, i had one incredible experience after another that gave me a breath beyond the physical. One of those moments was when the Universe conspired for the members of Sea Stars and the other musicians helping them out and i to be headed to dinner at the same time. We “broke bread” and by the end of dinner, i felt nourished far more than just through food.
i was not even scheduled to MC that evening, but i went up to the person who was scheduled to MC and asked if i could introduce Sea Stars because they had moved me so deeply. i did not even know yet how they sound; i just knew i was in love with them for who they are, and i knew their music would reflect their magic.
i introduced them as a powerful example of the beautiful balance possible between the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine, and as nourishment for the heart, mind, spirit, and soul.
i was right. Their music and the way they were on stage (they had huge technical challenges when they got on stage and dealt with them with such incredible grace and love) fed us all on every level.
Check them out and if you resonate with their music, PLEASE BUY their music! These are incredible people and incredible artists and they are in a time in their life where financial support through purchasing their music will make a big difference for them!
They truly changed me, and as a result, i know my life is changed. This is how much i love them.
Thank You and Blessings…
And LOVE– the kind that cracks open the walls around our heart to let light shine in to the hurting places we have hidden for so long,
Sometimes life is difficult.
Some lessons have to be learned the hard way.
But this is only sometimes… not all the time.
Because of my experiences in my childhood,
and repeated throughout my life,
I realized I had created these as the lenses of the glasses that I see through—
dooming me to this being the only way life could be lived.
Because of my experiences growing up,
I created the belief, “I don’t need you.”
it took someone else being a powerful stand
for me to get this insight.
Without their intercession,
I never would have realized that I held this as a hidden truth
underneath my work towards healthy relationships
with the Earth, with each other, and all beings.
As much work as I have done to heal
my experiences of trauma with my past,
I find that my past gets sneaky and puts on different masks
to disguise the fact
that it is still my past
pretending to be something new…
and oh so important.
My work is to heal and transform what I can
and to embrace and accept
those parts of my past that I cannot change—the ones that
bring me my gifts—
even as they also bring the parts of me that set me up
for struggle, suffering, and set-backs.
“Great Mystery (insert whatever name you choose here that resonates with your connection to something greater than yourself)
grant me the courage to change the things I can.
The serenity to accept the things I cannot change.
And the wisdom to know the difference.”
How true this is no matter our religious or non-religious beliefs.
I work hard
to be the very best me that I can be.
I am too hard…
on myself and others—
my knee jerk reaction to growing up in the profound hypocricy
of Christian religion.
The gift hidden in this part of my past…
I live my life to a level of excellence that holds me to a higher
commitment of being…
even when I am tired, frustrated, cynical, angry, and hurt.
I always say, “Love is the fiercest task master/mistress I have ever had.
Love holds me accountable to be bigger than my whining, my reasons,
and in all ways bigger than I know myself to be.”
Every time I think I am at peace with my past,
It shows up wearing a sneaky mask—
tricking and tripping me.
My work is to find the courage to change the things I can.
The serenity to accept the things I cannot.
And the wisdom to know the difference.
May we all find the courage to heal and transform the parts of our past that no longer serve us. The serenity, grace, and compassion to accept the things that are just part of who we are—even when they challenge us. And the wisdom to know the difference.
julia butterfly hill
Recently I returned home to Belize from a quick trip I took to the states to celebrate a friend’s 40th Birthday while also taking care of some technical melt-down issues and some health issues (neither of which were able to be solved in Belize.)
Unfortunately, my plane leaving from San Francisco was delayed because of a mechanical issue which made me miss my connecting flight in Dallas. There were no more flights leaving Dallas going to Belize that day on any airline, so I was stuck in Dallas.
I was really disappointed, but I reflected—as I always try to do in situations like this—on the lesson from the trees in the storm, when life sends storms, bend, don’t break. I said a prayer of gratitude that the delay was not weather related as if that had been the case, I would have had to have paid out of my own pocket for accommodations and all food. I chatted with the gate agent who at first had been told to send me on to Miami, only to have me overnight in Miami. I very nicely said that seemed to be a bit ridiculous, and that it would be much better for me if I could just overnight in Dallas and fly direct from Dallas to Belize. She laughingly agreed with me, checked flights leaving the next morning from Dallas to Belize, saw there was space and booked me on the flight. As I was interacting with the agent as she was working on the computer, a guy walked up who had also been on my flight and was on his way to Belize as well. He and I started talking when he realized I live in Belize.
As we had to wait for our luggage to be re-routed, we agreed to go together to have lunch (with our, oh, so generous lunch vouchers from the airline. ; ) We had a lovely time going back and forth between talking about Belize and also our personal lives. When our hotel shuttle arrived, it was very old and falling apart and the list of names of hotels it serviced had me very worried for the quality of the hotel the airline was paying for us to stay. I noticed my thoughts running away with concern and worry, and I did my best to just let them go—worry and concern would not make the hotel any better. : )
When we arrived at our hotel, there was a horrible chemical smell in the lobby, so I asked the man checking us in, if the windows in the rooms opened, and when he said yes, I gave a sigh and prayer of gratitude that I would be able to get some fresh air into my room, as the main health challenge I had to deal with in the states was my asthma getting out of control and my going into acute respiratory arrest. Strong chemical off-gassing in the room was actually not going to be feasible for me, and I would have had to pay to get a room somewhere else, so I was very grateful when I knew I would be able to avoid that. My new friend and I were both exhausted from lack of sleep the night before and agreed we would take a nap and then check back in with each other on doing something in the evening together. Our plan was to go to the movies (I want to see Despicable Me2—yep, I am that kind of girl. ; ) But it turned out it was too far away and too expensive to take the cab there, so we chose to just walk across the street to a place where we could have a decent meal (we both laughed in a scared kind of way when were first told that our eating option was Denny’s! We both gave a sigh of relief when we found out the hotel across the street was a nicer hotel that had a bar and restaurant inside.)
The hours flew by with ease as we talked like we were old friends reuniting. As the evening became late and it was time to head back to our respective rooms (in the cheap hotel across the street ; ) I mentioned how grateful I was that if I had to get stuck en route, that I met someone so nice to pass the time with.
I was not always as patient a girl as I am now. My fuse was much shorter when I was younger, largely in part because I was so filled with judgment (which I now recognize is a defense mechanism.) I remain so grateful for the lesson of the trees in the storm—bend, don’t break—bend, flow, let it go. I have come to realize that when life gets painful and challenging, it is as if life has knocked us upside the head with a shovel. It is intense, and often times it is painful. However, if we respond to the painful challenge (aka: “storm”) with feelings like frustration, anger, or judgment, it is as if we then pick up that same shovel again and hit our own selves in the head with it! Not really the best idea if our goal is to find freedom, happiness, peace or anything like these!
When it comes to the issue of travelling, I am extremely aware that I cause harm to the Earth, and ALL its beings, every single time I travel. I do my very best to make sure that if I am travelling, I am doing all I know to do to somehow try to balance out the harm, suffering, and violence I am causing and creating.
And sometimes, in situations like this, where so much goes “wrong,” part of that equation includes being mindful of the “chainsaw” of my thoughts, and how that kills off and destroys any possibility for interactions of kindness, mindfulness, and meaningful connections with other people.
I continue to struggle with my health and my ability just to breathe. It has been a challenge my whole life. The gift hidden on the flip side of this coin is that I am never far at all from being present to the very real gift that every single breath truly is. Every single breath is a gift. What we choose to do with that gift is what defines us and creates the legacy of our lives. The true value of our lives does not exist in our bank accounts or retirement plans or anything like that. The true value—our legacy—lives in what kind of a world do we leave behind and how much did our being alive on this planet at this time make a positive difference in the world, for our planet we call home, and to all the life it sustains—past, present, and future?
Life sends storms. Bend, don’t break. Bend, flow, let it go. See what new possibilities arise when instead of fighting the storms, we choose to embrace them. Oftentimes, miracles and angels are all around us. We need only to open ourselves to them by releasing resisting and instead honoring the trees, our teachers—bend, don’t break. There are wonders all around us—even in the intensity of the storms.
Hello Again Friends.
Yes, it has been a very long time since I wrote last.
I lost my writing inspiration. When I was reflecting on why this was, I realized that so much of what I do and offer is free. As much as I am fulfilled by being in service and being able to make a positive difference and contribution to others, our world, and planet, after years and years of my right-livelihood earning opportunities becoming less and less, and at the same time the requests from others wanting and needing things from me always in high demand, I am less and less inspired to do the things that require time, energy, and effort from me but offer no real form of reciprocity in return.
I do not wish to demean or belittle the things I do that have no financial reciprocity in exchange, because of course there is so much value in our lives and world beyond just the monetary. Rather just to acknowledge that I am not a bottomless well. I became famous for being an “activist” not for being an actress. Being famous for being an activist means that everyone knows about you and knows about you within the context of caring, committed service, and that is how you are constantly approached by people day in and day out.
People do not even think about all the thousands upon thousands of emails and messages I have to manage every year. The hours poured into being in communication with people because I am too caring to just ignore people. All the well-meaning and wonderful people young, old, and every age between, who want to ask me questions (often times for school reports, projects or interviews, all with timelines attached) have me help them find out information, ask me to come to their school or event (almost 100% of the time wanting me to come for free or for expenses only) or sometimes just sending a positive supportive message, but if I did not reply they would never know if I got the message, so I respond to those as well. Almost everyone is kind (although I certainly get to be with some really self-centered, self-occupied, and just down-right mean and nasty people too,) and do not really think about they’re reaching out to me within the context of one of me and thousands upon thousands of needs and wants coming at me constantly.
One of the numerous reasons I left living in the US is because I was so tired of having to always manage people wanting to talk with me everywhere I went. Again, super kind people, but I felt like if I got asked yet one more time, “Oh Julia! Hi! How are you? What are you up to these days? What is your latest BIG thing?” I was going to scream! At first when asked what my next BIG thing is, I would reply kindly that I do not live my life trying to break records or prove anything to anyone, but I eventually reached the point where I now reply, “Wow, you know, I would LOVE to know what YOUR BIG thing is! Have YOU done even ONE thing big?” And usually, their answer is to hem and haw. Why? Because they want their world to be better without wanting to stretch too far out of their comfort zone, and instead want people like me to keep “Wowing” them so they can pin their hopes (and their critiques) on us and let themselves off the hook for having to step it up in their own life.
Anyway, that leads me back around to why I have lost inspiration for writing—because it is yet another thing I do for free. I don’t have all the myriad things it takes to turn a blog into a financial generating opportunity. So, I offer the blog because it is another thing people like and want (well… some people that is) and some people seem to find positive value from it. But as my life flows on, I find I would rather go swim in the sea, make food for friends, play with my cats, read a book… anything else that is just for me instead of yet one more thing for free for everyone else. And that is my insight.
Sorry. I know it is not very inspiring or enlightened or deep. It is basic. Mundane. And it is me. So, although, I will write on occasion, it will be only when it seems to be the thing coming through me at that time.
May your life be filled with abundance in all the ways that nourish you.
I have been managing moderate to severe pain in my body since I was a teenager due to bone and structural issues. I have done so much physical therapy, yoga, swimming, bicycling, herbs, tinctures, vitamins, etc… much of which has helped me manage the pain, but nevertheless, I do not remember a completely pain-free day since I was a teenager.
Travel always exacerbates the issues, which makes travelling for me a real challenge. A few nights ago, I was in severely intense pain. After years of dealing with it, I have a pretty high threshold for pain. After going three nights with almost no sleep because of the intensity, I was starting to break down and literally started crying. I was exhausted beyond belief and the pain was only getting worse with each passing moment. I went out in search of a place that would be open at nearly 11pm that would have some kind of relief (a frozen juice can to use as an ice pack for my lower back and neck and some kind of anti-inflammatory as I had run out.)
As I rode around from one closed place to another I prayed and asked the Universe to please, please, please help me find a place that would be open and have what I need and to help me get out of the pain that was all-consuming at this point. I eventually came across a grocery store that was open until 11pm, and I had just enough time to get in—and thank all the powers that be, they had anti-inflammatory medicine along with the frozen juice can. I nearly started crying again (those of you who know me, know I cry easily) but this time from pure joy and gratitude that some relief was on the way.
I walked up to the checkout with my two items and in front of me was a man with about 10 items. I saw a hearing aid in his ear as he turned to me and kindly gestured with his hands to see if I wanted to go in front of him. I smiled and looked him in the eyes so he could read my lips, and said, no thank you, I am fine, thanks so much and I signed “Thank You” to him as it is one of the signs I know.
I chatted with the woman who was working the lane as I always try to do to show appreciation and interest in the person. She asked me if I had their club card to be able to get a discount on the medicine. I told her, thank you, but I do not as I do not live in the area, but I appreciated her checking. She looked at me for a moment, smiled really big and said, “Here, I can do this,” and pressed a couple buttons, which gave me a discount anyway. She looked back at me and said, “That is to go towards helping you feel better very, very soon!” I was so deeply touched and humbled that she seemed to sense how much pain I was in and wanted to be a positive contribution in some way (just as the man in front of me also wanted to be a positive contribution by inviting me to go first.)
The first thing I did when I got out to my rental car was open the anti-inflammatory medicine and took two with my water. I sighed with gratitude, as I knew it would kick in within the hour, and I would start to have some relief at least.
I pulled out of the parking lot, heading back to where I was staying and saw the man from the checkout walking down the street holding his bags. I pulled over in front of him, rolled down the window and gestured would he like a ride? He nodded his head and pointed to the direction he needed to go and I smiled and nodded my head yes, so he would know I was ok with taking him in that direction. (And yes, before anyone decides to lecture me about the dangers of being on my own and picking up a male in the middle of the night, I am all too aware of the dangers, but I have also learned in my life to listen to my gut instincts which have always steered me in all the right directions if I am tuned in enough and clear enough to discern.)
He got in the car and signed for each turn as well as made sounds, and I nodded my head each time, so he would know I understood. He finally held up his hand with the stop gesture and I stopped the car, turned to him smiled, and waved my hand goodbye as I said “Goodnight.” Even though he could not really speak, his sounds were sometimes understandable and he said “Thank You” in a way I knew that was what he was saying and also signed “Thank You.” I smiled really big, nodding, and signed “Your Welcome” although what I truly meant was, “My joy and pleasure.” Although it was dark and not a lot of light in the car, his smile was beaming as he all of a sudden reached over to me and gave me the biggest hug! As he got out of the car, I smiled to him and waved goodbye.
As I drove off, turning around to get back to where I was going, I burst out into tears again, but this time from such profound, humble gratitude. I had begged the Universe for help with getting out of the pit of pain I was in, and so I was sent two human angels to help. My interaction with the incredible kindness of these “strangers in the night” had literally pulled me out of that pit. During my whole interaction with them, although my pain was still very present, it had lost its intense, making me feel like I had to throw up, wanting to die, feeling.
So yes, the Universe had sent me anti-inflammatory medicine and a frozen juice can in the middle of the night to help me get out of the severity of the pain, but as an even bigger bonus, I had been sent two angels, one, in the form of a deaf man who spoke the language of the heart, the purest language for which words are never even necessary.
As I write down this story, tears of gratitude are flowing yet again as I am present to the miracle of this man, the checkout lady, and that moment (I am SUCH a softy!) I pray that they both receive the loving kindness ten thousands fold that so naturally are a part of them and flows from them.
I am on tour right now and the pain gets harder to deal with each passing year. But the gift of that experience reminds me yet again of the goodness that is all around if we only participate in it and share it with others. The more goodness, kindness, compassion, love, joy, and peace we express in the world, the more we can be in the flow of those very same things.
I am reminded that I want to see how many ways I can be an “angel” to others every day. My invitation and request to you is that you do the same. Imagine our lives, the goodness and richness available to us and to those around us if we look for ways to be anonymous “gifters” of presence, love, joy, peace, kindness, compassion, and service.
There truly are “Angels Among Us.” And… they ARE US!
Love and Gratitude,
PS. Click here to listen to my gorgeous inside and out Dear Friend and Sister Spirit, Jillian Speer and her song “Angel Among Us.”
Oh… i had the best intentions… i was going to write every day… well if not very day, then at least frequently… well if not frequently… … …………….
And as the saying goes, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” i guess i have driven myself straight to hell at this point.
Well, as i told my mother once (who is ultra fundamentalist conservative Christian), “i am glad i am going to hell, because the thought of spending eternity with most of the people who call themselves ‘Christians’ is my idea of hell (and for clarity’s sake, ‘Christian’ being a follower of Christ and yet how few actually follow Jesus’ life and teachings. i am mostly super, duper down with Jesus–minus a few things– it is his hypocritical followers who make me want to throw up and scream and rage.) And considering most of the people i admire and enjoy are also going to ‘hell’ according to Christian beliefs, i would much rather spend eternity there! My kind of place for sure!” ; )
But unlike my being ok with going to ”hell”, i am not ok with good intentions. Good intentions without proper follow-through is for people who do not want to take responsibility for their lives or their roles in co-creating their reality and the world they leave behind. Good intentions without right action and commitment is someone looking for excuses.
So, i am not looking for excuses or a “get out of jail free” card. i am clear i made a well-intended commitment, and then i am equally clear, i did not keep my commitment. i have a hundred and one very “good” reasons, but at the end of the day, i am committed to being much, much bigger than reasons and justifications. i am committed to being a person of my word. i am committed to being a person of integrity. And i am clear that when it comes to my word around writing, i 100% failed to be a person of my word.
i only wish i had a recorder in my head because of the 101 times i have “written” something in my mind. It is the moving from mind to matter in the realm of writing that seems to be a stumbling block for me. And yet, i love the writing process. i love getting outside of myself what is inside so that i might more clearly look at it and learn from it. And if it makes a positive difference for someone else, then bonus. But since, i clearly have no integrity around my commitment to writing, i hereby end that commitment. i refuse to pave any more roads to hell regardless of how fine i am with ending up there. : )
It was an interesting experiment. One at which i failed miserably. i am glad i tried even though i failed. Sometimes that happens in life. But, i am committed to being a person of my word and since i clearly can’t seem to keep my word around writing, i must admit my failure and its impact and move on.
For those who do consider themselves Christian, this past weekend marked Jesus resurrected from the grave. Stories are very powerful, and i love when stories hold a deep meaning for us. i do not adhere to the literal translation of the Christian story of Easter, but the mythology of it is poignant and powerful… death is never an end… it is merely part of an ever-evolving transformation. Just as in the other-than-human world, death is not an end to something, but rather it is food for something new to grow (think compost.) So, too, this mythos of the Christ resurrected. When we bring attention and intention to anything that is dying or ending, what we find is something new that wants to grow, emerge, and transform from the process. Death is never an absolute end to something unless we miss the deeper meanings and connections that is life.
So, the end of my commitment to writing is not really the end… it is just the beginning of something new. What that new thing is has yet to show itself, but i can commit that i am looking forward to uncovering what that is and then committing completely to whatever “that” is.
Here is to the rebirth possible for all of us when we hold ourselves completely committed to being people of our word and to recognizing that death is indeed an integral part of life.
My how the days fly by. I mean to write something every day, but then a week has passed and nothing gets written. I get so busy LIVING my life, that I don’t always do the best job of documenting it. I do the same with taking pictures. I bring cameras with me all the time, but one would never know it because very rarely does the camera actually make it out of the case and into my hand for a photo. And I am the exact same with writing recipes when I cook. I am so into the process that if I try to stop to write down what I am doing, it doesn’t come out the same. No matter how many times people ask me for a cookbook, I can’t seem to be able to create recipes (nor do I use them actually ; )
I turned 39 years old on February 18th. I am most known for having lived in a tree for 2 years. That was 14 years ago that I returned to Terra Firma. 14 years. So very, very much has happened in those years. I have travelled to many different countries and all over the US doing what I know to do to support the people, places, animals, and causes that I care deeply for and doing my best to inspire people into caring, conscious, committed ACTION. I have been locked up in jail in the US and thrown into prison in Ecuador. I have helped plant gardens and done what I could to protect others from being destroyed. I have helped start a few different organizations, helped launch numerous more, coached even more, and have raised millions of dollars for organizations all across the US and all over the world. I have sat with children and with elders and every age in between. I have worked on political campaigns and in peaceful, direct action and civil disobedience. I have loved deeply and fiercely and have had my share of heartbreak and grief. I have struggled to find health and home and to figure out how to care for my personal ecology in the midst of all I have done and continue to do for the external ecology. I have learned to surf (although not so good at it ; ) and to scuba dive. I have made many delicious meals for friends and FRamily. I have acted kind, caring, and committed; and I have acted mean and hateful and apathetic. 14 years has flown by.
39 years in some ways have flown by and in other ways feel like lifetimes. I have had such a crazy wild ride of a life. Back in the day when there were negotiations for a theatrical film about my life (never happened) I thought how crazy it was that in my late 20’s to early 30’s there was the possibility there was going to be a LIFE STORY about my life at 20 to 30 years old! CRAZY! And now, I am almost in my 40’s. A whole new decade approaches. I do feel like I have lived lifetimes in my almost 40 years. My friends—from BEFORE Luna days—used to tell me I should write a book about my life because of all that happened to me leading up to what I am now semi-famous for. And then there is the book that was written, mostly about a 2-year stretch of my life. And now I am doing boring things like trying to grow my own food in the tropics and swimming in the sea and fixing things that fall apart and decay and rust (because that is a constant in the tropics.) Of course, I still do a whole lot of work on behalf of all I care about, but I have definitely carved out a whole lot more time for myself and my own well-being.
After coming down from Luna, I got so sick of people always asking me what my “next big thing” was going to be. I got to the point where I started asking people in response, what their FIRST big thing was going to be! I did not climb Luna to break records, become semi-famous, try to become some kind of leader, have people set me on pedestals or rip me off them. I climbed Luna and ended up staying because it was all I knew to do to try to make a difference. BT, DT, and AT (Before Tree, During Tree, and After Tree) seem to now be the segments of my life. It’s weird and sometimes frustrating as all get out, but I guess the same goes for a lot of people who go through some major thing in their life. I may always be known as, “The Girl Who Lived In The Tree,” but to me, I am just the girl living. Living my life the way I feel called. Paying attention to the times, I have strayed from that and made choices out of feelings of obligation or just because I was too tired to try to stand up for myself. I have tattooed to my wrist now, “To Thine Own Self Be True” to remind me that that is my highest calling. To be true to myself does not mean perfection and it doesn’t mean trying to make every else happy. At 39 years old, I feel like maybe, just maybe, I am finally catching up with my own life—even as it still seems to fly so very, very fast right on by.
Here is to truly living our lives in our most radically authentic and loving way possible, and to remembering to appreciate the miracles and magic of the moments…because they do seem to fly so very, very fast by.