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When love comes for you, when the real touches that rock-hard wall you know so well, when truth sneaks under your skin just a notch too close to control… Feels as if a thousand prayers are answered at once. A sigh of relief. A shuddering loosens the body…

But then you push it away, you run, hide from what you have been longing for the most. Oh, you are terrified, but no one shall know. Shame covers this beautiful face. As if there is something wrong with you. What is it? Why do I do it? This wrestling with a question that is not making any sense.

You are not alone in it. The guy walking by the coffee shop, your friend who is texting you… They too have this strange dance going on, deep inside a hurt heart or playing out in the brightly lit streets of this world.

Fear of love.

You may shake your head, not me, not me. Honestly, are you lying to yourself?

What’s your special threshold where you keep love at bay? When it touches places that you rather hide from yourself. When it wakes a raw wildness that you can’t control or sell. When it renders you helplessly vulnerable and you taste the old hurt you desperately wanted to forget. You don’t want to experience that, of course. ‚I hold the fort down’ says the clever mind and builds a new smart strategy to assure your survival and the trauma gets buried yet again.

And then there is that annoying prayer, that longing ache of soul, which keeps arising at the most inconvenient times.

Keep staying on the edge, lean in and lean back, you got a choice this time. Nudge closer and turn away. Play. Feel the safety of the ground. You don’t need to leap over the edge but you don’t need to stay stuck in the same place. Sense the aliveness in this dance, this struggle of a lifetime. And ask,

Why risk again and let love come in and out? And take over the entire make belief house?

The answer is awaiting patiently. Here, in your soul.

 

After a long drive and hike, I shivered as I faced the entrance, which was beyond anything I had ever seen. She beckoned me to enter through the yoni-shaped rocks. What happened was life-altering and profound for me, but too intimate to share in words here. In this depth of darkness, she revealed herself, the way of the feminine, so different from what we have been taught.

Yes, she veils herself, covering her naked soul. Not only to hide for fear of violence or in submission to oppression but for another reason – a deeper one. You see, you can’t just rip her veils apart and march in there. You will never find her, for she will not show herself that way. You have to prepare yourself, to discover her, and touch each layer with your nobility, sincere adoration, and true love. Only then will the petals of the flower unfold and she may grant you permission to enter this sacred cave, so you may receive what was hidden in plain sight.

And if you are ready, she may offer you the grail, which they have been searching for since ancient times. And let you sip from the exquisite red wine, the intoxicating nectar of everlasting life, which restores the weary, heals the broken, wakes the dead, and utterly enlivens your heart, belly into your very bones.

Maybe that is what salvation really means: to come truly alive. And this is the feminine way of awakening: enlivenment. All life forms are sacred, it’s the path of immanence and embodiment. Your pain, joy, and hand are her. She calls us to walk into the real union of divine and human, a way that honors all life and the blessing she bestows upon you at this moment now.

I assure you, you will not meet her by transcending this form and world, by disappearing detached into a faraway sky, but by daring to go into the deep dark unknown. Even, if you must crawl on all fours into the cave. And then, in her inmost sanctuary, she will strip you bare of all you imagined yourself to be, reveal your worst fears and all the clever ways you denied, silenced, and pushed her away. Sheer rage, grief, and terror may emerge as her untamed power rises from the wet, musky ground below and takes hold of you. Oh yes, we are as frightened of her as we are of love itself.

Why are we so shaken by creations’ power? For centuries we burnt her at the stake, repressed her wisdom and wildness, and tied her in shackles for the imagined crime of being Eve, the evil one. We desecrated the earth for a God, we believed, is beyond form and what is so vulnerable and human. And then we poured asphalt over her breathing, living body too. Even the common spiritual path treaded today is often taught in a conceptual, whitewashed way, thereby denying her very existence- so vibrantly alive here on earth, in relationships, and beating in your heart right now.

We yearn for her. To experience this pulsing thread of aliveness, this intimate oneness with all beings, in our bodies, at the kitchen sink whilst washing dishes, and as we meet each other in a coffee store.

She is here, Siempre.

The feminine soul will not be quieted and disappear, she keeps showing her face in the mirror and your friend’s embrace. She breaks through cement, just as the ocean has taken over Venice. The truth returns, again and again, no matter how much we want to control, she has her own way. Gentle as a dove she caresses you and with a feather-light kiss dissolves your sturdy walls of defense into a flood of tears. You hear her deafening, fierce lioness roar into a world that raped her: This shall not pass! Veiled, she walks the streets and wakens people from slumber. She uplifts the fallen ones and embraces the lost and outcast.

And she rises up for you, our earth and all that is sacred, igniting us to show up for the great turning. For, through her power, we can turn even the most horrific situations around and help in these times when our survival is hanging by a mere thread. You may have seen and heard her more frequently of late on the streets or felt her rumbling in your own belly and heart.

The yearning for her is answered, as we allow the dams and shackles to break, to weep all our tears and laugh all of our laughter. Just like the women experienced whom I have guided to the holy cave. On their knees they surrendered to her, to embrace what is lost, to let this pure life power surge through the womb and ignite them. They were taken home into true love. To embody and live it. All the way.

She beckons that we recognize this truth…manifest through our bodies and luminous faces, the trees, rivers…and she has incarnated as your voice, hands, and feet. You are touching her as you stroke your cat, dog, or another body. Let her take the lead in your life. She will take you and raise you into who you really are. She will give you the courage to stand up and act in benefit to all in your labor of love.

She is here. Honor her and if she calls- follow her. She will show you a greater love than you may have ever known before.

With love, Nicola

PS: Yes, I do take women who are ready for her into the cave on a special retreat. Find out more: Mary Magdalene and the Way of Love

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Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to look upon yourself as God does, for She knows your royal nature” Hafiz

We all feel disconnected from our royal nature, to a greater or lesser degree. It feels vulnerable to admit and face directly this sense of worthlessness inside.

Most people have this agonizing pit inside but rarely do they speak it out loud. We pretend that we don’t experience unworthiness, the shroud of shame covers our ache. What’s wrong with me that I feel this lack of self-worth that plays out in my life? We may go on a self-improvement rampage, yet this nasty stinger remains. Self-improvement is ok, but it doesn’t heal the pain of disconnect. This deep human wound needs to be tended to with care and help. You cannot skip over it nor transcend it with some spiritual mambo jumbo, or else you will always feel tied forever to the worthless chain.

Instead, walk this way and discover:

By following the pain and feeling it all the way into the pit, you find a liberating piece of truth.

You see that in the sense of worthlessness and disconnect, is a healthy longing to feel whole. A calling, if you heed it, that leads you right back to our innate royal nature, where worth is not even a question. Not a worth you affirm or achieve by good and right deeds, for it cannot be made.

For, this diamond is already shining at the bottom of the pit, below the pile of stuff we heaped upon it.

Our humanness seems imperfect, feels flawed, broken maybe. If I fix it I will feel worthy is the hope and relentless drive of mind…But more misery piles up inside if you walk the worn-out road.

Your worth is not diminished by your mistakes and handicaps, nor can it be increased by doing one more important thing. It is already here. Always shining through the pile of conditioning and human wounds. Linger for a while with that. What do you experience? Truth enlivens…take a sip.

Here are simple practices to touch the worthy gem:

~ “What would it feel like if I knew I am worthy?” Or, “how would it feel if I walk at this moment as if I am worthy?” Use this as an open inquiry, which means to discover curiously moment to moment anew.

~ Turn to the one in you who feels unworthy. Do not try to change that one, or else you make things only worse. Tend and treat that one like a loving mother, a father who sees and knows the worth in the worthless one. For this best listen to the meditation attached below.

~ Remember, that most people grapple with the sense of unworthiness. As you become more tenderized toward that in yourself, allow compassion to flow into your relationship dance.

And c’moi, ride in the royal coach from time to time:)

With Love.

Nicola

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A long time ago I sat 10 hours a day for a month in the Himalayas on a Tibetan retreat intensive with a high-level lama. I was the only western woman there. The theme was: “you are going to die”. Not very appealing.

I was 20 years old, brimming with passionate lust for life and an all-consuming fire to fully awaken. But why meet death now? I can do that when I am old and wrinkled, right? It made no sense to my mind, but deep down I knew I must attend.

When I entered the monastery high in these beautiful snowcapped mountains, enveloped in palpable stillness, I had no idea that we would meditate on death and the reality of impermanence every moment every day.

Alas, since I had committed to staying, I sat through these grueling meditations, slept on the bare floor wrapped in an old wool blanket, drank disgusting yak tea in the cold morning air at 5 am, and gave myself to this wild, weird death ride. Oh gosh, we had to prostrate not once or twice, but 50 times or more every morning. It got me warm at least, but out of breath, sweat-drenched I learned to swear.

At times I thought these smiling monks are plain nuts to engage in such a practice, where you imagine in great detail that everyone you love died (I wept for hours) that the people you don’t like died (that wasn’t so bad:)) And then you die, your flesh rots is eaten by worms… You had to feel every sensation, emotion, the terror, the survival grip, the thoughts to find somewhere safety, permanence, something to hold on to, an escape from this stark reality, the itch to run was full-on… But there was no way out, except to quit. Believe me, I was tempted.

Every day with the first sound of the immense gong these words were spoken: “you are going to die.”

I slept with them. I fought with them. I ate them with a bowl of rice. I couldn’t stay on a conceptual level, that would have been a waste of time. These words were like a blow to all the made-up stuff in my head. And they cut ruthlessly through pretty spiritual delusions. Sometimes I sobbed, was furious, or laughed, sometimes I felt a respite of stillness and rest. That crazy drama kept changing constantly. I don’t know how, but at some point, I was utterly emptied out, exhausted, I finally gave in and surrendered to the truth.

Because, what remains when all else falls away?

The gates opened. Freedom took hold of me, unlike anything I had ever known, a peace that surpasses all understanding, and a love… so big it swallowed me whole. There was more, way more. What remained was and is the greatest gift. But that’s for another time.

Why am I sharing this? Well, it’s that death thing again. There is a reason that in many traditions, especially in the root lineage of the feminine way, you meditate with a skull, you meet death before you die.

I look into the world and see how much is driven by fear- this incessant running away from the reality of impermanence, death, and having no control over life. But that desperate attempt to make it all safe makes us act insane. Because no one is exempt from pain, loss, and death. No matter how much you try – you won’t get away.

But there is true freedom and peace found when you meet courageously what is. When you look death straight in the eye and shake hands. And open, surrender to this truth of life. With that liberation takes hold, in the midst of all whats going on. Amidst the ugly and beautiful, pain and joy, birth and death, light and dark, unwavering a flame shines.

Forever and always.

This remains.

That’s what we celebrate and honor at Winter Solstice, Diwali, Hanukah, and Christmas. We kindle it when we meditate, help someone when we stop for a second to face and meet who and what is here. When we walk the talk in real life, through challenges and good times, and remember,

This flame is the only safe haven there is.

A whiff of smoke entered my nose. Was it just a campfire?

I was galloping on my spirited, white Arabian horse, Magic, up a mountain in California. When I turned around, I saw a wildfire was burning its way rapidly through the dry brush from behind me. I wasn’t too worried, as I could easily find a way down from the other side. Or, so I thought.

When we arrived at the top with a sweeping view across the valley, to my utter dismay, I realized that a ring of fire below the mountain surrounded us. We surely only had minutes before we would be consumed by raging flames. It seemed there was no way out.

Magic was shaking and rearing up in a panic. I froze in shock. My heart pounded as loudly as church bells in my tiny chest. Fear grabbed a hold of me and chained me tight. I lost balance and almost fell from my horse.

What to do? I did not want to burn up alive, at least not in this life.

Suddenly, I remembered my powerful initiation when I encountered an anaconda snake in the Amazon jungle, which taught me what to do in terrifying moments such as this one.

The felt sense of knowing arose from deep within:

Get totally present, connect, and root in love. You will find a way.

Easier said than done.

I had no choice left. We were out of time.

I couldn’t turn off the fear, so I acknowledged it, felt the sensation for a full three seconds (which seemed like an eternity) and flooded it with breath. I centered into my larger presence by landing in my body and with my breath. I connected down to my belly, my horse, and the earth all in one go. Magic instantly calmed down, he felt the shift.

There was one more thing that had to happen though.

Awareness just isn’t enough, I had to tap into love—which is not easy when under pressure. I connected into my heart by feeling love for my daughter and let it expand to include the ring of fire as well. Surprisingly, I dropped below duality, into the eye of the hurricane, into stillness, and experienced oneness in my whole being with all creation.

At that very moment, my fear dissipated. I knew what I had to do. Magic and I were in unspoken resonance. He trusted me to guide us through. Slowly we rode directly toward the heat and flames. It seemed insane. But I felt I was guided by an invisible hand and had faith in this pure intelligence of life.

I found the small openings where the fire had not yet reached. We wove our way step by step through this humongous fire down the hill, not knowing if we would hit a wall of flames around the next corner. But somehow, we never did.

Drenched in sweat, we finally reached the river. There was only one thing to do: jump in. Tears of relief washed through me as Magic dunked his overheated body in the cooling water and shook himself like a wet dog. Slowly we walked home through this rapidly flowing, lifesaving river.

I was utterly grateful to just be alive.

After that experience, I knew in my very flesh and bones that rooting in presence and love is the way—even during the craziest and most frightening of times.

This is what continuously helps me and is my solid ground upon which I stand, especially during these unprecedented times we are facing now. For none of us is exempt from the pandemic, climate change, or collective and personal traumas. Many of us experience confusion, disorientation, terror, anger, pain, shock, and a sense that the rug has been pulled out, throwing us into a whirlwind of emotions and relentless thoughts of worry.

We might wonder what is true in the midst of conflicting messages that are being shouted through the media channels and in our own minds. We may feel overwhelmed, lost as our ship is being tossed mercilessly in this hurricane.

And we may question, “Where is the way home to peace in the midst of all what is happening at once, events over which we have no control?” It is certainly challenging to navigate intense storms when the shores of familiarity and normality are nowhere in sight.

What else helps in times of turbulence and crisis?

Spiritual practice is a goldmine—so are nature and friends. Building emotional resilience, strong navigation, and life skills, plus taking courageous action to strengthen those internal muscles, and a good dose of love—every day.

But, let’s not tell others or ourselves not to panic. It only makes it worse. I don’t know how it is for you, but when someone says, “Calm down, relax,” I only tighten up.

We don’t have to react from fear or build a shrine to it, however, we do need to grow capacities to navigate tough situations. This means feeling our fears and meeting them instead of living from our basic survival brain—to fight, freeze or flee.

Resilience grows when we do not grab onto nor reject any experience and be present with what arises, as the Buddha already taught ages ago.

We practice radically welcoming it all, as resisting what is through denial or disassociating never helps. That would have surely gotten me kicked off my horse.

And then it’s just a matter of taking conscious rides through the smaller fires in life.

>Turn toward a conflict, the triggers, and the fears until courage bursts through your heart and your feet stand more and more rooted in loving presence.

Practice anchoring in that safe ground when storms and fires are raging in yourself and our world.

This is how we blaze a new trail together for the sake of all beings when the world as we have known it is ending and a new one hasn’t been born yet.

“Seek not the fleeting safety of this world my friend, but take refuge in the only safety there is. Your heart. The truth itself or call it love.” ~ N. Amadora

 

 

We are in a deep passage as symbolized in the Passover, Easter, and the shamanic death and birth journey. It’s not necessarily a religious passage, but a passage that all mystics, shamans, bodhisattvas, and those who walk the path of heart must undergo. It is a passage the world is in right now. Will we come through? I don’t know. It’s not an easy one. Because it calls us to walk into the unknown, right through the eye of the hurricane. How then can we personally travel through to light the way?

Our first step in this passage is to face death, our fears, and pains courageously. The stuff we have been avoiding. What do you fear the most? Let yourself be stripped naked of all that you are holding unto and identify with. Opening beyond concepts to raw Feeling, being just present. When you realize you never had control, allow yourself to give over, to surrender into that what always holds you, is you and is alive, breathing in your body and beautiful heart in the midst of it all.

What is left when all else fails? Stay there tonight beloved, allow your heart to break and the tears to flow.

Then, on the second day, empty-handed we enter into the tomb, in stillness, we rest. No one to be, nothing to do, and nowhere to go. You don’t know and what was there before is no more. You might feel shattered, The world as you have known it has crumbled. Allow all with a yes. Here, in this sacred ground between time and space, below the waves, stillness wraps you, love unfolds you. Rest here, sense, feel into it. Something is alive, pure, without a name snaking and winding through your spine. Lean in, trust in that life force, which has no ending and beginning. Love wants the whole of you. Let it fill, make, and take you.

Stay close, there is a deeper mystery unfurling, that knows and flows between the crevices of your heart and within the great song of life.

And on the third day, you may experience a quivering, a shaking, a waking. A rising from within, a birthing. Like a newborn child, your eyes open gently to the morning light. A dawning into a world you had forgotten, but it was painted, written, edged into your soul so long time ago. As you breathe new life, rejoice to be simply here in this precious life. You only ever had this moment. Now, more fully than before.

As you rise up, you know in your blood and bones- no matter what happens you can meet it, even the terrible, even when you are shaking in your boots, and love your way through to the other side. For Love shines and lives as and through you in benefit to all.

And it always finds a way!

However, to emerge all the way through we cannot skip any part and where we are right now. And usually, we need a seasoned guide, a loving hand. It is not a neatly packaged streamlined path, that can be forced or created. This living resurrection passage is deeper than that, profoundly powerful and surprisingly alive.

This passage can be taken over a lifetime or within a moment or like the ancient passages it lasts for three days. You can walk it in your life and also for these three holy days and nights right now.

I honor you for your bravery to be here at this time and send all my love to you. Safe passage to you all ❤️!

Photo Credit for this beautiful Mary Magdalene and Yeshua painting: unfortunately unknown to me.

 

The world is coming to a screeching halt, people are pushed into a forced retreat. Countries are closing borders and we are in lockdown. Climate Change didn’t stop us. The rapid increase in homelessness didn’t stop us. Neither did the massive wildfires and extinction of wildlife stop us. Nothing could halt our race. But a tiny virus did.

We had to stop one way or another. It is so quiet out there, birds are singing and some people too. Pollution around the world dropped drastically and animals come out of hiding. Folks are helping each other and we are hopefully remembering what matters. Yet, it’s not all beautiful as many are sick, struggling financially, or feel isolated and terrified. Yes, it brings suffering, tears, and loss. In these challenging times, my love is with you.

And at this moment when we are forced to stop and have to face what is, will we awaken and turn? Will we take care of our planet, of each other? Will we live in a different way, in alignment with creation? Will we stop our self-destructive train? Being forced to stop do we remember who we are? It is not a given that we will. It depends on each of us. But there is a great opportunity in the pressure cooker of adversity and this forced retreat. Take it! Many of us are here to hold the space, to guide, to help. Take a hand and go to the core of your being. Meet yourself, dive through.

And it is not only about our personal healing and awakening, but to be able to touch the world with real love.

As I am working with people from every corner of the world, I hear so many different stories of quarantine. One man from India told me how the poorest in his neighborhood had nowhere to go after the police demolished their cardboard box homes. He used to bring them food. But now he is not allowed to go out unto streets. What happens to people without the privilege to shelter in a cozy home? What happens when they can neither work nor find food?

Some experience the quarantine as a welcomed stop from the rat race. They practice yoga online, be creative, plant in the garden, and discover how beautiful life is when walking a little bit slower now.

Others feel isolated or imprisoned. Many don’t know how to pay the rent and feed their families. And some folks in Germany get well taken care of by their government. Italians sing from their balconies, but do we know what’s going on in their homes and hearts?

We share many colors of experience, none is exactly the same. It is not just the internal, it’s the external that influences each of us as well. If we live in privileged countries with kind folks surrounding us, this quarantine is far easier to live through. And if you sit on the street, it’s tough. Very tough.

We tend to generalize, assume, and project our own experiences unto others. But for compassion to flower, I find it helpful to look deeply and as the Native Americans say: “to walk in each other’s shoes”. Because Oneness is not sameness. This situation invites us to get to know each other across the borders, beyond our preconceived ideas, to reach through to the heart, even if we have to do it online.

To do this simple human thing from time to time and ask: “How are you? How is this situation really for you?” creates a bridge and makes a world of difference, maybe for the fellow who lives next door to you.

Sending you strength and a kiss across time and space right now. Nicola

You know this. For such a time as this, we have been born. We are facing unprecedented challenges, foretold by ancient prophecies and anticipated by those with eyes to see and ears to hear. Many of us had a foreboding sense a long time ago of what is unfolding now. We have been preparing throughout our whole lives, walked through hell and back, to be able to show up. To stand in the eye of this mighty hurricane, so we can be a refuge and a lighthouse, to guide, awaken, heal and blaze a trail through the darkest hours of human history. To help in the great turning!

Together, not alone.

Climate change and the pandemic make it even more clear how interconnected we are. Every act has an effect. For better or worse. None of us is exempt, what befalls the river, the trees, the people, is affecting each one of us. And for sure, we will die one way or another. Basic truths of life. Despite this knowing, fear arises. It is so human when uncertainty shakes us and when we have driven our mere survival on this earth to the utmost edge.

What helps?

Spiritual practice, nature, friends, healthy food, and a good dose of love. Everyday. But, please do not tell others or yourself not to panic. It only makes it worse. We don’t need to act from fear or build a shrine to it but can grow resilience by feeling and meeting it. Resisting what is, denial, or checking out never helps. And c’moi, don’t follow the panicked mind around?

Rather, go the simple and direct way home:

Acknowledge the situation whether in the world or you, the feeling, the fear. Let the body shake, allow it to move, dance, sing, touch the constriction with your breath, and embrace the one who is scarred with kindness. Whether it is your friend, a neighbor, or the kid inside of you. Offer presence, breath, and most of all the hand of love.

I mean a love that doesn’t shy away from the tough places, a love that has space for fear and joy, a love that reaches into the pit, and meets you right where you are and what is going on in our world. Here, freedom is found, not from anything, but being free to show up and respond in the midst of turmoil, to act fresh from the source, wisdom or you might say the power of love’s presence. What is possible when we root and unite here and bridge the gap of isolation between each other?

This is how we blaze a new trail, this is how we give a hand for the great turning when the waves are pounding relentlessly and we have reached the edge.

You are needed now love. Bring on what you got. You are not alone, we truly are together in this. Let’s raise our torches and sail this crazy, beautiful human ship bravely right through the eye of the hurricane!

 

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Recently I talked with a friend, who had called me up in tears. “Why do some people behave so nasty?” she asked after she had told me her heart breaking story. Haven’t you asked the same question sometimes? Why do we ruin our environment, why do some commit acts of crime, why do we betray…There is a long list of why’s in the universe and the answer remains the same. Of course I don’t want to simplify and generalize as I know too many facets of the human psyche to claim it’s just this one thing.

But, when I dive to a far deeper level, I have seen this over and over again:

When the heart is closed at the core, then love is limited and intelligence too. When the heart is open all the way you experience love, truth is felt and alive, you are in touch with others, you think in ways that are actually brilliant. Why? Because this very life that moves the ocean is flowing freely and unencumbered through you. To the degree you are open is the degree you truly know and truly live. And nobody needs to tell you then that certain actions cause harm and suffering, because you can feel in your heart what is benevolent and what is not. In the spiritual and so human heart is an innate intelligence breathing in your chest that is far greater than our little minds can ever comprehend.

But to the degree we shut down, often because we don’t want to experience pain and want to be safe emotionally, we become unkind to others, we get numb and don’t care, we cut ourselves off from what is even common sense. Honestly, how smart is it to pollute a river and then sell bottled water, then throw the bottles in the ocean and then the plastic ends up in your body and ruins your health? How intelligent is it when we shout at our partner and the world in the hopes we will be heard? It’s like our brains don’t work right anymore. We become rather stupid in the real sense.

So instead I suggest, labor a little and open up all the way to live that intelligence and love beating in your very own heart right now. You won’t regret, but you will feel life guiding you every step- through the inevitable pains and glorious joys- into what forever remains at peace, even when all else falls apart.

 

 

Spirituality, like everything else, can be used as an escape from life, each other and ourselves. From the world with all the beauty and horror. From the pain that aches in the heart, deep down. From the joy knocking at your door, unexpectedly. From the consequences of our actions and those pesky relationship troubles.

Spirituality actually calls and leads into life, as it is. Inviting us to show up, here in full for the whole enchilada- real, heartbroken sometimes, getting our hands dirty, navigating both difficulties and glorious moments with presence and wholeheartedness- and letting love live us no matter what. That is what embodied spirituality is all about.

I understand the need to escape, especially when s*** hits the fan and the fire is on. It’s ok and so very human to want to run, to hide, or to rise above to get away. Then it helps to remember why you have come. What beats in your heart that’s bigger than the fear. What holds you right now – the earth, God/Goddess, the dharma or the hand of your friend. And maybe, just maybe turn around and walk right toward what is calling out your name since forever long.

Spirituality can remain a lofty concept with high ideals, easy to talk about whilst sipping a cup of tea, but useless in the midst of life. What happens when you are under pressure and the mind turns the stress button on, how do you stop to breathe and show up present then? Or when your friend lets you down, do you react and contract or do you move toward openness and speak without blame? What about picking up the trash to embody your care and love for the earth? And that pain aching in the chest, will you turn to it with your kind attentiveness? You get the gist, I am sure of it.

Be wary of those who sell the fancy and expensive maps for the path, the three keys to ultimate happiness and such. Those folks simply made pretty pictures, while flying with a helicopter across the landscape. But only a teacher, who has walked the path on the ground, who knows what it is like to cross a river with crocodiles, can guide you safely across. Only a person, who has walked through the ups and downs in life with presence and love, can guide you to the other side.

It is easy to talk the talk, but only if you walk it through the muck and beauty in life, are you embodying love and spirituality for real. Then the flame of truth just shines forth. Leave the concepts friend, turn to yourself with honesty and find those who are masters of their craft. Learn to bake the bread for real. And soon you will feed the starving crowd and help others on the path as well.

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