Many people ask me if I'm the one writing these "blog" entries at the beginning of every newsletter. The answer is yes, every word.

The process of writing every Sunday has been a beautiful discipline of patience, trust and vulnerability--like none I have experienced. As a child I would write with no audience. Then in college I would write lengthy emails to friends and family, rich in content, but I never bit my lip when I hit "Send". 

Committing to writing a weekly message for the newsletter has been 

as much a growth invitation for me, as it is helpful, entertaining or insightful for you. It is the closest I have come to having a passionate relationship with God.

Often on Sundays (or if I'm lucky, a couple days before), I feel like I'm unconsciously opening the hanger doors of my mind to the universe, waiting for a deposit. A spin on an idea or thought that is meant for my transcription. However, when the seed appears (which it always does, even if at the last minute), it has a particular way it wants to grow. My job is to dance with it and listen. The more trusting and available I am, the easier the whole process works.

That being said, NOW when I hit "Send", there is ALWAYS an apprehension about how it will be received. What you read is an intimate experience between my hands and my Higher Self, and you're peering into that exchange. And yet, despite the risk, or likely rather BECAUSE of the risk, I have found one of my higher callings and responsibilities is...to write.

This week, pay attention to what tickles YOU from the inside, what thoughts may land like soft, floating dandelion seeds into your mind. Challenge your vulnerable ego to be passionate in public; to be even more REAL and AUTHENTIC by responding to your intrinsic need to bravely birth ideas into the world.

 

And if you start feeling comfortable with the output, it is time to expand even more, feeling the joyous discomfort of that stretch. 

That stretch is the diving coming to know thyself.