2nd Nature

The truth about you...


In terms of holy,
holier and holiest do not exist.
In fact, 
even though you swear
to know the name of someone
holier than thou
that is a figment
of a limited earthly imagination.
All things being equal:
you are the holy spirit
everyone has been talking about
since the dawn of time.
When you submit to your divinity
you will finally know
the whole truth
is you
and nothing but you.

Excerpt From: “take me (t)here.” 

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One last push
makes everything happen—

a heart halts
a baby emerges

—it is the flow
fulfilling unvoiced wishes:

take me, take me,
take me (t)here.

Untether yourself
from the desire to control life
and tether yourself to the force
working through you.

Let your heart break
as easily as your lungs fill.

Open to unconstrained divinity,
embody your shadow,
dance in your light.

Illumination punctuates
the becoming of your
second nature. 

Excerpt From: Tracey Selingo. “take me (t)here.” iBooks. 

Waiting for the next available teller

Photo by  Andy Chilton  on  Unsplash

Photo by Andy Chilton on Unsplash

This morning as I sat on my mediation mat and worked out my last twitches to settle in for the long haul, I heard a voice say, "Please wait for the next available teller." 

When I looked up I saw what I thought was a crow flying straight for the sliding door that I was sitting behind, but when it came into focus I realized it was a red-tailed hawk. She flew straight to the door, swooped to the side, grazing the glass, and landed on the branch of a pine tree about ten feet away. 


She stayed only a matter of seconds and then flew to another tree directly in front of me. Again, her back to me. The morning sun lit the edges of her wings, creating a halo around her. 

Last night, as I was dozing off to sleep, I asked for to be shown a different perspective, but I forgot about that request by morning, until Hawk arrived. 

Hawk was a generous companion this morning. Gifting me with perspective, vision, clarity and intelligence. I am incredibly grateful for the ways that Nature responds to my inquiries and invitations. 

Eight years ago this might have been a story about a hawk almost flying into a sliding door right before my eyes. Today it's a story about a deeper conversation with the Universe.

When I invite people to join me on the Field Trip, the very first lesson is centered around two facts: 

  1. Everything is energy
  2. Energy is information

So every bit of energy within you, around you, coming at you, moving away from you, is just information for you to absorb or for you to ignore. Every last drop of it is the next available teller, sent by the Universe, inviting you into a currency where the vibe is high.

When you live in the present moment it's usually fairly easy to understand the signs and symbols that stop you in your tracks. At least, it's easy to notice them. You hold the free will to decide if you want to dive deeper and contemplate their meaning or if you just want to brush them aside.

Here are two easy ways that you can ease yourself into a conversation with the Universe: 

  • Record one sign a day. Just one. What stopped you in your tracks? What tugged at your heart? What brought you joy? Keep a running log. At the end of each week, look back and see if there's a bigger story unfolding in what you are seeing/noticing.
  • Set aside time to journal. Before you begin, take a few centering breaths and ask the Universe why that particular sign appeared or what it was delivering to you and then free write your answer. No edits, no breaks. You might be surprised to read what flowed through.

I'm not sure what sort of conversation you'll find yourself in, but I am sure of this: it's always, always, always about love—finding love, offering love, be-ing love, right here, right now. 

Go see. Report back. <3 

Want to jumpstart the conversation? Join me Sunday, April 15th at Moonshine where you can journey to meet your spirit animal in the cozy comfort of my studio in NEPA. You never know what your teller needs to tell you. Learn more.

The Now Of You


Approximately eight years ago, give or take a year, my mom dropped off a box of items that were tucked away in my childhood bedroom. Among the items, Benjamin Hoff's book, The Tao of Pooh. 

I remember lifting this book from the pop-up Scholastic bookstore at Plains Junior High School when I was in eighth grade. I remember reading it, too, and liking it quite a bit. I don't remember fully absorbing the words on the page. I also don't remember using the tiny little Hallmark Valentine card with Snoopy and Woodstock on a skateboard as a bookmark, nor do I remember who that Valentine was for, even though I do realize it was for my very, very, very future self. 

When I saw the book, buried in my time-capsule, underneath Dr. Robinson's pediatric health records (eating solids! ideal weight!), but on top of my elementary school memory book, I immediately rescued it and placed it on my currently reading bookshelf. The same place, mind you, where it still sits today, not because I haven't read it, but because I read it every year. 

In a nutshell: it's a simple and delightful book about leading a meaningful life. When my very, very, very present self rediscovered it every word seemed to fall into a place that made perfect sense. I suspect it was a grand realignment between the who I was then and the who I am now. A very easy read about a very complex topic, the Tao of You. 

The first time I re-read this book, I thoughtlessly moved the bookmark chapter by chapter. It wasn't until page 85 that I started really spinning it around in my left hand, examining all the energy I put into being with this card in eighth grade. I took the time to trace the artwork. I didn't dare unseal the tape. This card was not for a thirteen year old. 

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On page 85, Hoff finds a way to discuss the Taoist concept of Wu Wei, living in harmony with All That Is. He writes, "Using Wu Wei, you go by circumstances and listen to your own intuition. 'This isn't the best time to do this. I'd better go that way.' Like that. When you do that sort of thing, people may say that you have a Sixth Sense or something. All it really is though is being Sensitive to Circumstances. That's just natural. It's only strange when you don't listen." 

It's only strange when you don't listen. 

On that sentence, I unsealed the envelope. I slowly brushed my right thumb over the signature. It was as if a tiny stream of love instantly injected my heart with permission to be Sensitive to Circumstances and let my woo lead the way. That was then: all I needed.  

This is now: all I need.

Another reminder that you can't be all things for all people but you must be all things for yourself.  Your life depends upon one thing: the Now of You. 

So, before you go handing out Valentine cards, before you deliver the flowers or buy the champagne, or cook the dinner or give the gift to someone else, give the gift to yourself.

Take a look in the mirror, make eye contact, say I love you, you're just my speed...and mean it. It's the very first step, or the millionth step, to honoring your very own nature and staying true to you. 

Love you. xo