Late Spring Speaks from Spaciousness
Last month, I got the 3rd migraine of my life.
It was a clear sign: Pressure. Too much pressure. Too much trying to figure things out, to make something work. Life was presenting me with a choice to listen and honor what my body was communicating, or to suffer. I chose to listen.
Simple? Absolutely.
Easy? Absolutely not.
When we've created a habit of something -- like drinking or smoking or living our days with an intense drive to make something happen -- we've wired our brains for that, and it is not easy to unravel and choose another way. First we must make a decision, and from there it is one choice after another to honor that decision.
Now weeks into my choice for spaciousness, which was just what I needed, I feel restored and ready to choose another path. Not one of pressure, but one that's regenerative and trusting rather than effortful.
Ta-da! I slipped, and now I'm back to feeling great again.
Read more about it below, or check out the blog post I promised in the last newsletter on latte foam. Or something else. We're always up to delicious things at Leaning into Light.
On Spaciousness
Let's just say sometimes the Powerful Creator button needs a break. Pause, oh confident leader. Relax, dear visionary child within. Allow yourself to love what is, and let go for a while. For the letter I wrote today on my process and an update on Leaning into Light, here's the full post.
Living a Lifelong Art
Sharing joy here! On Friday evening I will lead my first in-person letter writing workshop ever! It is my lifelong art. How marvelous, what life presents when we surrender. Our darling downtown card shop, Paperwhite, invited me to lead this workshop. We'll offer another phone workshop on the topic at some point. Stay tuned!
Another Shameless Ode to Foam
It's not easy to find words to describe something rare, yet it's worth a try. Video clips help too, so I've included three in this post, of master foam makers doin' their thing. If you are enticed by the thought of foam that makes your whole mouth collapse into a silky cave of bliss... (read more)