“I would rather have trustworthy and satisfying answers to these questions than all the gold in the Indies. To know—not to believe, not to hope, not to have faith, but to know that the universe is friendly, that our feet are set on and intelligent pilgrimage, and that there is Love at the heart of all things.”
– Raynor Johnson

I read this quote exactly a month ago today and it hit me more intensely than any quote I’ve ever read or heard.

In the last nine months I have been dumbstruck. Inside is a knowing deeper than I could ever imagine knowing, yet I have been unable to verbally share. Though I’ve tried, words have fallen short. This knowing has brought a calm, openness, and simplicity to life that is so beautiful that it brings tears to my eyes. Metaphors and stories provide a taste, but still haven’t come close to expressing the inexpressible.

So far, this description is as close as it gets: The universe is friendly, our feet are set on an intelligent pilgrimage and there is Love at the heart of all things. Read that again and consider what life would be like if you knew in the depths of your soul that even one of these statements was true.

What If the Universe Is Absolutely Friendly?

What if we knew that the universe had our back and everything was perfectly orchestrated? … Even events we feel are very unfortunate, like death, sickness, wild fires, pollution: Everything. What if this is as much a part of the beautiful symphony of Life as love, peace and joy? Imagine fully experiencing all emotions and still knowing that Life is taking care of us and this is all a part of what Is.

My friend and colleague Brianne Grebil beautifully shared her experience with this:

“Give me my grief. Give me my anger. Don’t you dare try to take them from me. Don’t ask me to contain them, explain them away, give them meaning, or tell me anything about them. They must be experienced. I need to feel them wrung hard from my soul so I can be shook out and hung on the line to dry clean.”

-Excerpted from Give Me My Grief

Imagine being fully alive and free to live, feel, love and advocate. And at the same time be completely unsure of how things will turn out and yet know deeply it will be “perfect” (even if we have no idea what perfect actually is).
What is the universe is friendly?

Might We Really Be On An Intelligent Pilgrimage?

Merriam Webster defines pilgrimage as: the course of life on earth

What if on our pilgrimage there really is an intelligence grander than we can ever imagine? To me it seems the infinite symphony of Life is constantly unfolding perfectly. It always has and always will. We cannot get Life wrong; ‘Mistakes’ are just misunderstandings; and every part of our experience is the intelligent pilgrimage.

It seems the more we can relax into this knowing with a peace and a sense of childlike adventure, the more astoundingly grand the journey becomes. Just writing this, emotions are flowing. There is something so very special in this knowing. We all are blessed with innumerable gifts in disguise.

A few weeks ago I was asked to oversee a large project, one that involves many people and quite an investment. I accepted the role knowing full well that I did not know how to do it, but at the same time trusting it could be done, and done very well. This project could be seen as demanding and stressful, but has felt fun and exciting since the beginning. There are many pieces of the puzzle that I have no clue about. Even though I’m just a few weeks in, the experience has already been mind-blowingly amazing.

Miraculous things have happened. For instance, there were items (that I initially didn’t realize we needed) that happened to come up in conversation on a specific day. I went online after the casual conversation and found that the order must be finalized immediately in order for the items to arrive in time. If that casual conversation were to have occurred a day later, it might have been too late. It happened as if orchestrated by design.

This one is even better: My Mom and I were chatting just last night. She reminded me that I was her healthcare surrogate and that she had given me all of her important information and last wishes a while back. Unsure of where I kept it, I went on the hunt. I found her final wishes and instructions as well as my Dad’s will. As I was flipping through the pages, a folded and wrinkled paper fell out and landed at my feet. I opened it up and it was a document I needed for the large project.

The project and the document had nothing to do with my mother’s final wishes and will. It should not have been in there. I hadn’t touched the folder with the will for well over a year. If my mother hadn’t mentioned it, I likely would not have looked at it until her final days. The folded paper was a document I had forgotten about and needed for the project. If it hadn’t landed at my feet, I may not have realized it was missing until the day it was needed. What are the chances of all that happening? This project and the ease at which things are effortlessly appearing and literally falling in to place has been a lovely reminder of the journey and the infinite intelligence behind everything.

If you knew, like really knew, we were on an intelligent pilgrimage, how might things change? I giggle as I realize this is actually the simplest definition of Coddiwompling.

To coddiwomple is to be on an intelligent pilgrimage. We are all coddiwomplers, we can’t help it… it is the essence of us.

Just last week I shared with a friend and mentor that in almost 40 years, I don’t think I’ve shed a tear because of loveliness. In the last 9 months, those tears have flowed regularly. It’s so simple and so gorgeous. We are not in control and we are free. We do not know where we are headed, but it is perfect and safe and exactly what is.
What if we all are on an intelligent pilgrimage together?

What If at the Heart of All Things is Love?

Could this really be so… at the heart of everything is love? Yes. Everything.

How? The answer to this is a question: Who are you? Deep down, beyond your name and your body and all the things you think you are… beyond all of that. Look and wonder… Who am I?

This is the question of all questions and it seems that the more clear the answer becomes, the simpler more beautiful and lovely everything Is. In this lies ultimate peace. This is a big one. Even if we just see glimmers an occasional glimpses of the answer to this one question… It will change the world.

What if at the heart of all things is Love?

“I would rather have trustworthy and satisfying answers to these questions than all the gold in the Indies. To know—not to believe, not to hope, not to have faith, but to know that the universe is friendly, that our feet are set on and intelligent pilgrimage, and that there is Love at the heart of all things.”

Thank you Raynar





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This Thanksgiving, I drove to Santa Fe, New Mexico, a historic town that was lightly dusted with fresh blanket of snow. I walked the picturesque streets in awe while snowflakes floated in the crisp air. As so often happens when coddiwompling, on my way back to my truck I felt led to take a different course.

I ended up on an empty walkway behind the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi. There were no statues or striking architecture, but just a bit further down the walkway there was a little girl rolling a giant snowball. Her mom and little sister were there too, and I mentioned to them that I’ve never actually rolled a giant snowball of my own. They encouraged me to try, so I did. It wasn’t as easy as it looked. Before long, I had a little six year old girl with polka dot boots standing next to me saying, “Here, let me help you.”

Her name was Phoebe, and she showed me how to get things going and soon we had sizable ball forming. The girl I first noticed turned out to be Phoebe’s older sister, Lily, and her snowball was now massive. Seeing our two snowballs, their mom suggested that Phoebe and I stacked our ball onto Lily’s and make a snow man. Having never made a snowman, I was even more excited about this idea than the girls. So we began.

Lily and I carried our huge ball together and sat it on top of hers. Then the process of creation began to flow. Within minutes, we had formed a naked snowman and we all stood on the walkway scanning the area, wondering what we could use to create special features and snowman parts. We only found leaves and more snow, but we carried on. Soon our snowman began to take on more of a feminine look (with delicate eyes and eyebrows made of leaves).

“Alright, she’s a snow-woman… let’s dress her up!” someone shouted. And so we did.

Before long she was wearing a beautiful dress and a hat sculpted of snow. Pinecones and leaves were found to fashion a bouquet for her to hold.

It was their mom who named our creation:

“Lupita”, she said. “Lupita de la nieve”

When I asked what that meant, she explained that it translated as “Lupita of the snow.”

For me, the most gorgeous part of the whole process was the uninhibited creativity. It flowed from beginning to end. One of us would mention an idea, and from that first idea little baby ideas would spawn. Several times I thought we were finished, but Lupita of the snow continued growing in intricacy and loveliness. Soon, she was walking a cute little dog named Guapo, who wore a tiny top hat with a decorative collar made of leaves. I was in awe again, this time with the tide of creativity spontaneously arising in this obscure spot behind a cathedral I hadn’t even planned to visit.

I learned so much about how to be in creative partnership from playing with the girls. There was never an idea that was squashed. Each new possibility was greeted with love, collaboration and encouragement. Lily and Phoebe were so present. There was nowhere they thought they needed to be and nothing else was on their mind. They were purely in the here and now. This snow sculpture on an obscure alley behind a cathedral needed not be seen by anyone. This was creation for creation alone.

The funny thing was, I wasn’t really present with them. Although I was participating, I was also going in and out of the process of creation and thinking I had somewhere better to be. I had fallen into the trap of thinking there was something more important I should be doing, mentally heading back to my truck again and again, thinking about all the errands I had to run.

In those moments of overthinking, creating with the girls seemed like work and I felt continually drawn to leave. The make-believe future I was imagining kept getting in the way of a gorgeous present moment.

I was creating Lupita with Lily and Phoebe, but with one foot in the present and one foot in the make believe future. When I fully stood in creation together with these two beautiful children, it was delightful. They reminded me how simply kids live, especially little kids: They don’t know how to be anywhere but the present. I was so lucky to be sharing in this beautifully creative time with these angelic little girls. What was happening was much more beautiful than anything I could have ever planned.

Standing behind the cathedral and noticing my wandering mind, I saw something new in something I’d first heard years earlier: “Be like little children if you want to enter the kingdom of heaven.”

What if this sentence is pointing us towards the pure bliss of being a child and seeing the world as it actually is: living in wonder in the present, before thought and judgement appear to cloud our vision.

What if living in heaven is actually as simple is living life with the presence of a child?

What if simply being, with nothing on our mind, is pure bliss?

I continue to be in awe of the everyday lessons life presents me with. Sometimes they come in the form of a snowstorm on Thanksgiving Day, and a ‘chance’ meeting behind a cathedral. Sometimes, they come in the form of Lupita.

Yesterday, when I began working on this blog, I googled “Lupita” to find the origin of the name and was shocked at what appeared on the screen. The Virgin Guadalupe (like the Virgin Mary) has been a powerful symbol of Mexican identity for close to 500 years. The mom had named the snow woman Lupita, which translates as “Little Guadalupe”.

As the legend goes, it was a winter day in 1531 when the Virgin Mary first appeared to a peasant in the form of a dark-skinned indigenous woman. On December 12th, just a few weeks after his original vision, she appeared again as a life-size image of the Virgin Mary on the inside of his robe. For millions of Mexicans and Mexican-Americans, December 12th holds special significance. Guadalupe’s image is associated with everything from motherhood to feminism to social justice. She is a symbol of goodness, and Guadalupe watches over us.

For the girls and me, Lupita appeared in the form of a gorgeous snow woman, born from nothing on Thanksgiving day behind a cathedral in Santa Fe. We had no idea we were creating her when we began; she truly just appeared as we played together. And then, completely unaware of the significance, on December 12th it occurred to me to share Lupita’s story.

Could this really be a coincidence?

Take a look at the two photos below. On the right is Lupita with the girls; on the left is a statue of the Virgin Guadalupe. I am astonished by the similarities, even down to the position of their arms.

There is a creative force that responds to all of life. Some call it God. Some call is Source. Some call it the Universe. This creative energy has many names, but to me, it is Life itself. Life guides us towards what is good for the whole. Life appears to us in the form of pure creativity, and creativity is love.

Take a look into Lupita’s eyes… notice the magnificence in the leaves staring back at you. This is life. This is pure presence and creativity. This is love. This is you.



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For the past few weeks I’ve been in Florida visiting friends, family and even my old house. It’s been nearly two years since I sold most of my stuff and drove away from the life I once had. Sitting in front of the place that used to be home felt peaceful: I could remember living there, but it also felt like I no longer knew the person who called that house “home”. I thought about what was ahead for the girl who drove off 23 months ago.

She had no idea…

We truly can’t fathom what is possible. The limits of our imagination are always there. Thankfully the seed of realizing “I do not know” had been planted. What a gift… Lots of thankfulness and gratitude for the cosmic nudge out of the nest and into the beautiful unknown.

We say anything is possible, though there is often an edge. Here is what I see now: The edge is an illusion. The goals, dreams and wishes we have are just the point at which our humanness can’t conceive what lies beyond. This is the imaginary limit. Truth is: something always lies beyond. We get glimpses into the invisible and then new limits are born. What we see moves the edge. This is life. Some might say we are learning, growing and creating. Though what if it’s not creating at all? What if we are merely discovering what already is?

What if through our goals, the illusionary edges of our imagination show themselves to the world? It seems the more we are taught about the limits of what is possible and how things work, the more firm the illusion is.

Imagine a kid (who’s never seen a coral reef or even a fish) on a boat looking down into the sea on a choppy day. He can see green, blue and maybe even a streak of bright color every now and then. He can imagine what might be under the surface, but he really has no idea. The water’s rough surface is the limit. What if someone tried to describe for him what was under the surface using only words? Or, what if someone who had never seen a coral reef tried to describe to him what sea life is? What if the kid took those descriptions as reality?

Now place a piece of glass on the surface so he can see clearly through to what is below… a whole new world, a world seen with fresh eyes. Take it one step further and let him dive in with a snorkeling mask, swim with a lionfish, feel seagrass tickle his bare chest and touch the surface of a sand dollar…  Then what happens to reality?

Could beliefs confine us? And might the ensuing goals limit us?

Beliefs tend to be passed down via texts, stories, or witnessing people live. It seems the fortunate ones have been blind and/or awakened. Their awareness seems to be less cluttered and emptier (but empty in a great way): like a vacant vessel waiting to be filled by the infinite river of all that is… roused by the unknown and thirsty for truth in the gentlest of ways.

Many vessels are congested by stories and instruction taken as truth. We trust people and rule books for life. Some have been written by those that think they know or with interests not befitting the whole. The edges seem so firm and limits so distinct. In this space, imagination can be caged like a bird within a mesh made of thought and words.

In a recent session in my Coddiwomple Group Program, we were discussing the freedom and possibilities that might be there if we all had amnesia and forgot everything we knew. What if we didn’t know what we liked or didn’t like? What if we didn’t know enough to have expectations or judgements about anyone or anything? What if we had no preconceived ideas?

There was a silence and I loved watching all the expressions and wondering looks as the group considered this deeper and deeper.

One of the group members spoke up, saying she had actually lived through this: Twice!! Due to medical conditions, she had lost all of her memory and didn’t recognize anyone or even know her own name. She described it as so peaceful and nice. She wasn’t afraid. She was seeing everything fresh and anew. It was gorgeous to feel the lightness and curiosity in her story. She shared that she had been a serious chain smoker and it was months after the amnesia before she remembered that she used to smoke… she saw things so different after “forgetting everything” that her life fundamentally changed in many ways (and as a bonus she’s never wanted to smoke again!).

What if there are no limits? What if we all could begin to see through our concepts, beliefs and ideas? What if we began to see everything with fresh eyes?

A simple example for me is this: I used to think I was shy, nervous, and didn’t like speaking in front of a crowd. In December of 2015 I went to my first networking event. I sweated through my shirt and felt so self-conscious that when it was time to introduce myself to the group(15-20 people) I stumbled, stuttered and only used 15 of my allowed 30 seconds before abruptly ending the intro (and wishing I could magically disappear). The next day I sought help for public speaking. My goal was to one day introduce myself to a networking group without sweat rings and stuttering. Now it is astoundingly different, not because I learned to be tougher, but because of seeing something deeper.

As we see more, the limits begin to wane and our experience shifts. I have lost control in a beautiful way. I’ve begun to realize that I only thought I was in charge. It seems we are the river of life and the more I see about that, the more I am surprised by the beauty of what is. This feels exhilarating and freeing at the same time. Realizing “I don’t know” has been a beautiful gift. Fear, worry and expectations have melted away. The voice in my head is quieter than it has ever been and what’s left is more simplicity… and as a bonus I completely enjoyed closing an international conference with only minor sweating 🙂

Although, it wasn’t all easy: What I haven’t often shared were the tough times early on in my journey… lots of loneliness, mixed with regret and misunderstanding. Often life taught through people… Even if only for a moment we exchanged words, a smile or a quick hello. It was all a part of the greater understanding.

Then life over and over lured me far away from any humans: Into the forest, on mountain tops and far out in deserts. In these quiet places so much was seen. This is where I metaphorically dove in like a kid with a snorkeling mask.

One thing that is very obvious: it was all a gift. I often wonder how I got here and know it wasn’t me.

Looking back it is all so clear… The puzzle pieces were being laid out all along and are already there now (even if we don’t realize it). So often we don’t know “why” things happen the way they do. Though there is something special that happens deep down when we can relax into knowing that we don’t know. It seems in the realization of this the edges of our imagination soften and our walk becomes more purposeful, yet gentle. We walk in the present knowing that is all there is, yet delightfully hopeful of what is to come.

Every moment is like a gift under the tree of life, wrapped since the infinite beginning. What’s inside is unknown until it’s not… though it is a gift, whatever it may be.



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I’m writing this bundled up in a hammock on a cliff-side perch above a crystal clear fast flowing river far out in the wilderness. Civilization is at least a half hour drive away, I have no shelter other than trees towering above and I am the only human here. It is very dark and the sky is dotted with thousands of stars. I’ve slept the last couple nights hanging between two trees. The nights are cold (40F/5C degrees) and the only interruptions to the silence are birds, animals, and the wind. I heard large animals communicating with grunting sounds at about 4:30 am… guessing deer or elk. Hammock Over the River

The thought actually crossed my mind: “I should be more scared…” What if there are bears or mountain lions or mean people? It’s interesting that when I typed that and the images floated through my psyche I felt quite scared… How peculiar our mind can be. Though, now thirty seconds later, I don’t have any fear at all: peaceful in the forest by myself, but not alone at all.

There is something very special that happens through the knowing that all is well. By “All is well” I mean: Everything Is exactly how it Is. Period… anything else we add is just a story.

More and more I see that as I let my beliefs and disbeliefs fall away and live fully engaged, but without any preconceived idea of how things should be: All the unimaginable possibilities that were there all along bloom into the magnificence that already is.

For years it has felt like we have to be open to all the possibilities in order for them to occur. This doesn’t appear true to me anymore. It appears that unimaginable possibilities are happening all the time, it’s just that we are judging things as good or bad, or we think we know how it is supposed to be. So we struggle. We often are so preoccupied that we miss the magnificence that is happening right beneath our nose.

Here is a cute and interesting short story that just happened and sweetly illustrates this knowing and trust (and involves brief nudity- reader beware!!):

After being in the dusty woods for a couple of days I wanted to clean up. I walked down the hill to the river with soap and a towel. A clean face and clean feet would be such a treat. The river is very cold and the sun was already behind the trees.

While standing in the river, just ankle deep, I washed my face: Brrrrr it was cold! Then I washed my feet, but noticed I had dirt and dust up to my knees. So, I took a couple steps down the steep bank to get in a bit deeper. The bank was covered with algae… I slipped and slid right in. Yikes! Arctic water!!!

Now I’m standing in the river and the only parts not submerged are my shoulders and head. “Ha! I’m taking a bath!” I thought comically. My soap still in hand, I slipped my bathing suit off, threw it up on the bank and took a very refreshing bath in the crystal clear snow melt water of the Cascade Mountains.

It was one of the quickest baths I’ve ever taken, but also probably the most refreshing of my life! I washed, rinsed and climbed back up to the grassy shore sporting my birthday suit. Within minutes I was back up at camp dressed in a few warm layers and feeling amazing.

As I was walking back I realized how beautiful that experience was and how it was a microcosm of all of life. A feeling of gratitude washed over me as I realized the drastic shift I’ve experienced in the last several months. I had no plans to go more than ankle deep in the river, though without a thought there was a profound and sweet surrender to what already was: I was taking a bath. Some might call it meant to be, I now see it as what Is.

Not long ago, I probably would have thought: “Great! Now I’m cold and wet” or “why did this have to happen?” or maybe I’d have fallen in and then thought “Well, I’m here now. Guess I’ll take a bath.” None of that crossed my mind. It was a childlike glee and a bath in a river- nothing more. The most gorgeous part of my bath tonight was realizing after the fact how simple and amazing life has become.

What if everything really just Is?

What if life is flowing and the only thing there is for us to do is to continue to follow our inclinations and surrender to what is? Many may read that and think “Yeah, but there are really bad things that happen in life. That was just a little slip in a river.” I hear you and yes: I too sometimes get caught up and wonder if this is really true, especially in situations that don’t seem to be fair.

One such scenario that pops to mind is my mom living with serious stage four cancer. That’s not fair. How can anyone surrender to that? Though, she is flowing beautifully through the experience with such grace and ease. Just over a year ago she called quite excited to share with me that she knows why she is still alive years beyond what doctors predicted. Here is what she said:

“I am still alive, because I’m not afraid to die.”

Wow, yes. Mom gets it. Life is just lifing and most people wouldn’t guess my mom has been living with such a grave diagnosis for quite a while. Last month we had the most amazing time: camping, hiking, and exploring in Oregon. Even then, she admitted that she really didn’t think she’d still be here all these years later. I didn’t either. I’ve witnessed her sweet surrender, deeper and deeper for years now. She takes everything in stride, it’s a beautiful thing to witness.

When most people think of surrender, they think of waving a white flag or bowing down in defeat. The surrender I’m referring to is quite different: instead it is being fully engaged in life, following the tickles of our soul, living beautifully, and being fully ok with what already Is. There is no ‘fight’ or regret or wishing you could have it another way.

What if the infinite symphony of all time has already been written? What if we can’t get it wrong? What if sickness, falling in rivers, pain, layoffs, parting of relationships, homes burning down, hunger… what if all that too was just what is?

I can tell you this for sure: Cancer looked real- it looked like awfully bad news… until I saw through my beliefs and disbeliefs to what is. Do I wish Mom didn’t have to go through chemo and all the rest she’s been through? Of course, but it just is. And even before I realized that it just is…. I already saw so many beautiful things that were born from this experience.

What it looks like to me right now is this: When we see that everything Is, our entire experience shifts to simplicity and ease. When the illusion that things should be different subsides: a knowing remains. This knowing provides for such a clear and peaceful state of mind. Within this space we can simply live while being present to our instincts and inclinations. In this space, no matter what is happening in the world around us, there is clarity that the symphony is grander than we can imagine.

Life knows when a cold bath is perfect… even that experience was so much more refreshing than I could ever have imagined possible. Life is clean: always.

What a refreshing reminder of what Is.


…until the next revolution


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In the silence of a new day being born, I sit on a lakeside perch under a layer of clouds lying low like a warm blanket covering us. “Us” meaning all of us: the lake, the trees, the bases of the mountains in the distance, the birds, the buzzing and curious bugs that seem so loud in the silence, the fish beneath the mirror of the water’s surface, and the chipmunk chirping across the reflection in the forest on a far shore.

Across the lake a large stretch of trees are brightened by the first rays of sun peeking through a hole in the clouds. I can almost hear the trees stretch and sigh a lovely sigh as they wake up to the day. Moments later the bright sun on their leaves lightens and fades until it’s gone. The clouds drift back together forming a soft and full cover again. The trees snuggle back in under their cozy blanket of clouds to rest once more on this lazy Sunday morning. Yes, it seems trees love a Sunday snuggle too.


I wrote these first two paragraphs while in a space of stillness and presence… that space that lies beneath all that we think and the noise that is our humanness. Now it is another day. I am outside with nature again, hoping that something flows through my fingertips and on to the screen… anything to continue the story I began under the blanket of clouds. I’m waiting and wishing… In a way, aren’t we all?

In the last few days I had conversations with two people who wanted the same thing. They both wanted: to feel free, at ease and in flow. Monks have been retreating to caves high in the mountains in attempt to reach this space for centuries. Extreme athletes often do what they do to be in a similar space. In essence we all want the same thing.

While wanting and waiting for the words to appear, I checked my email and clicked a link: It was a video with Anita Moorjani… I was listening to what she was describing and agreeing with pretty much every bit of it. Although, something she said struck me deeply.

In her unique way, she was describing what I also see to be true about life and the fact that everything just Is. Everything is perfectly orchestrated. Often we can’t see the entire tapestry when we are zoomed in and experiencing living the life of a single thread. I was listening to Anita and thinking: “Yes, that’s it. This is one of the best descriptions I’ve heard…” She was describing was the flow of life, which we are. We often have no clue why things happen the way they do because we can only “see” what we are experiencing- a finite note (our human life) in this infinite and beautifully orchestrated symphony (all of creation).

Then Anita said “We don’t know this while we are living life…” and it struck me like a blow to the chest (at 4:21 in the video) . Reason being: That statement doesn’t seem true.

What if we can know and experience the symphony while we are alive? What if we do get glimpses of the grandness of everything?

There is an audio recording of an exploration that dovetails this conversation beautifully. It’s a deep exploration of a poem by Rumi (a 12th century Sufi poet) by a group Coddiwomplers.  There were fourteen of us that met once a week to see more together about life and living from a space of the unknown, a place of peace and beautiful feelings. Take a listen, it is quite a unique and enlightening conversation.

“[This poem] speaks to me of that deep space we all share. The silence where no words can convey the feeling, where there is no-thing, but presence and healing and love and no words are necessary, where words are just a distraction. It reminds me of that moment in time we shared that space”. – Scott James

How might we know this while we are alive? What I’ve seen is there is a knowing (akin to a trust or a faith) there for all of us to live in. Sure, we are experiencing our life: a note in the symphony. Though the moment we become aware of more, there is a gentle shift. The symphony is infinite and beautiful beyond anything we can imagine.

What might happen when we surrender to what is? In surrender we can live a beautiful life as the note, yet We are the symphony? Could just the mere knowing that we are the symphony, takes us to places we could never dream of? …It seems to me the answer is yes.

What I’ve seen that has helped me experience more of the symphony is: surrendering to what already is, living in the ‘now’,  and knowing we can’t get it wrong.

We are all the symphony. When we live from this space, freedom abounds and we come alive. Take a listen to the group audio and hear what you hear.

Back to what I mentioned early on in this article (the two people I’ve spoken with in the last few days that wanted to experience this knowing more deeply): With one I had the treat of actually watching her sink into a place of freedom, peace and beautiful feelings. It was gorgeous…  What if that space of peace and beautiful feelings is closer than we think all the time?  It seems the more we see about life (the symphony) and how simply everything works, the simpler slipping in to that space becomes. It’s there all the time… even when we are alive.

The vastness of the symphony is unimaginable. It is all that Is: The birds, the buzzing bugs, the trees, the clouds and all that is beyond imagineation… everything.

Wouldn’t it be great to soak in that space more and more while we are alive?


… until the next revolution.


Treat Yourself

If you haven’t yet, give yourself the treat of listening to the Coddiwomple Audio. It is worth the listen and in the last 4 minutes we deeply explore living from this space and realizing we are ‘the symphony’… and how this all relates to knowing that we can’t get life wrong. This knowing changes everything.


Explore More

Would you like to join in and see more? The Coddiwomple Group Program has attracted people from all walks of life and the last group of the year begins in just two weeks: on August 20th. We meet 1 hour a week by video or phone for 10 weeks.

In the last group we explored many different topics (including the poem in the audio), but the point of each call is to continually expand our understanding of life and float deeper toward the space we are all looking for: More peace, freedom, joy and love… from this space there is so much possibility. Everything changes and how we experience life can all shift in an instant: relationships, finances, business, health, family, careers, retirement… every part of life. If you are curious, check it out… for the price of a pair of shoes, your life could change forever: Coddiwomple Group Program.


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This is a 20 minute excerpt from an hour long exploration in early April. A  group of Coddiwomplers discussed and explored how a poem by Rumi, a 12th century mystic and poet, relates to life today.

The excerpt begins with wondering about “You must ask for what you really want” and ends with a discussion around the freedom in knowing “You can’t get it wrong.”

Could life be unfolding perfectly even when it appears otherwise?



If you only have a few minutes, click the link below. In the last 4 minutes of the audio we discuss being completely human and how this relates to knowing we can’t get life wrong.

Abbreviated version (last 4 minutes only):


Here is the poem:

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other”
doesn’t make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.”


If you would like to join in and explore deeply too, the next group begins January 8th, 2020. Check it out here:

The group is facilitated and organized by me, Kristy Halvorsen. Group size is kept very intimate so that everyone is uniquely involved and has the opportunity to connect deeply as well as speak their way into the group and a deeper understanding.


**This excerpt is being released with permission from those on audio 🙂


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Photo: Half Dome from the Valley- Yosemite National Park; 2019 By Kristy Halvorsen

As I live like a leaf gleefully tossed about in the breeze I notice more and more how kindness is who we are. There is something about helping that is us being us. There’s been a shift: in the previous sentence I initially wrote “There is something about helping others…” but it felt wrong as it was leaving my fingers. It seems what is being seen is that there is no other to help. We truly are sharing kindness with ourselves.

Trees may know this better than we do. In The Forest there is a network of roots and underground highways to communicate and deliver nutrients. Trees warn each other of insects and disease. If a tree is ill, those around it send more of what it needs. One could see this as the trees being kind, but it seems truer that the trees haven’t been burdened with the thought that they are separate. What seems like kindness isn’t one tree helping another, it’s living.

There is a phrase I hear in my head often: “Angels are everywhere.” The kindness of strangers blows me away. Two nights ago I arrived deep in the forest at the paradise I am resting in now. My home on wheels and I traveled many miles down a meandering narrow gravel road to a lake deep in the Canadian wilderness.

Once committed to the journey toward the lake, there was no turning back as the road was just wider than a driveway.  I arrived at the camp and found a tiny utopia on a wooded lake surrounded by mountains with less than ten people camping in small tree covered sites. There are no amenities, power, running water, or even trash cans… just the peace and silence of nature unobstructed by civilization.

After stepping out of my truck to see where I might park, I realized there was just a single space that was potentially large enough for my home. The entry to the site was small and looked near impossible to maneuver. Let’s give it a shot!

After some time I was a bit at a loss, to me it was beginning to look like a mathematical impossibility. To slip my home in the spot I might need a chainsaw and some magic ferry dust. I hadn’t given up, but was sitting in quiet contemplation when a gentleman walked by. We exchanged hellos and chatted. I asked him if there was a place to turn around down the road. Gary said there wasn’t (the road curved and ended about 100 yards away at a lake). He asked if I was trying to get into the site and then walked around and surveyed the situation. He returned and told me he has driven semis and large machinery for decades and that maneuvering into the site was probably possible, though it would take two people and some patience… and then he offered to help.

“Oh thank you. Yes, please!” I said with a smile. Sure enough, within fifteen minutes my home was nestled perfectly in paradise.

Was that kindness? Was it luck that the perfect guy happened to walk up the road just at the perfect moment? There are hundreds of similar stories I could tell that have occurred in the last year and a half… and probably ten or more from just the last few days.

I thanked Gary, gave him a hug, and asked how long he would be staying by the lake. He said he was just dropping his grandson off to spend a few days camping with friends; although, he’d be back to check on them probably once a day. We chatted more and said our farewells.

That evening it began to rain and amidst the coming and going of showers the sky turned orange, purple and pink. Far away from towns, crowds, cell towers or roads, here we were: a part of the most gorgeous sunset I’ve ever seen. I walked to a clearing to get a better view of the lake when in front of me was a stunningly gorgeous landscape and the silhouettes of two boys fishing. I began capturing these moments in photos.

The boys did not know I was there… I walked up to one boy and said hello, showed the photo to him, and asked if his parents were nearby so I could send them the photo. He shared that his parents weren’t here, that he was camping with friends and his grandfather would be back tomorrow… I suddenly saw the resemblance. What a treat and what a gift.

The next evening I was sitting by the lake reading when Gary and his grandson appeared down the shoreline.  I walked over and after chatting a bit I asked for his email and showed him the photo of his grandson. He shared that his grandson had told him about the photo and they both were excited to have it. Gary asked me to send him the photo, asked me if it was ok if he wrote me every now and then to check in and then he invited me to come back someday. There were many more beautiful places like this that he would love to show me.

Gary and his grandson were trying to load kayaks and a large boat in a truck. I offered to help, Gary said they could handle it, but I helped anyways. We had all the boats loaded in minutes. Gary thanked me and I thanked him. Now I wonder: If Gary hadn’t helped me the day before, would I have walked over and helped load the boats? Probably not… this is something I’m glad I noticed.

We had a moment and a hug and Gary again asked me to contact him when I came back and again asked if it was ok to write me. Yes please… I waved goodbye to an angel and his grandson… and it seems he felt he was waving back to an angel by the lake.

And here I am now, back by the lake, my feet being warmed by a fire on the beach, my eyes being bathed by the beauty of nature, my ears filled with the sounds of leaves fluttering, birds chirping, bugs buzzing and nothing else… writing these words for all of us, and wondering:

What if human life has more in common with trees and forest life than we can imagine?


All photos taken by Kristy Halvorsen at a scenic lake in the far northwest forest of Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada


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Let’s See More Together

When I really considered the life that is possible for each of us, I realized one of the best ways to see this is together. There is so much more for each of us to see… so very much. The best part is: what’s available is right here already, we just haven’t seen it yet. When we understand how our mind works and how life works, everything gets simple and amazingly beautiful.

Let’s take a walk together. Come join me and fellow explorers in a radically different (yet simple) ten week exploration that will change everything.

Might it be the perfect time to Unpredict Your Journey?

Check it out here: Coddiwomple Now Group Program

What might be possible if you unpredicted your journey?

Many people wonder what that means. Simply put it means being open to all possibilities and not trying to forecast where you might be in the future or how you will get there. I keep thinking I understand fully the ins and outs of living like this and then life shows me how much more there is to let go of… and how magical it gets when I do.

Last week a friend admiringly shared with me that he was so proud of me for living life outside of societal norms. That is the first time I heard my life described like that and I guess it fits, although that’s not my aim. I have no aim other than to live in the moment and be open to the flow of life.  I wonder what the world would be like if being guided through life by life became the norm?

There is a richness and an indescribable fullness that surfaces when we let life live us. ‘Coddiwomple’ is the word I use to describe living fully immersed with the flow of life. Coddiwompling is letting go of all the thoughts and judgements of how we think life should unfold and instead living fully in each moment.

A Story of Coddiwompling

I had dinner with a high school classmate whose hero is his mom. He described how his mom escaped Vietnam and arrived in Tallahassee, Florida with pretty much nothing but her five young children. She was a single mother who spoke broken English and didn’t have a job, money or a place to live. On her first night in town she found shelter for her family in an abandoned church, went to sleep and woke up the next morning knowing she had to find a way to provide. She left her kids and hopped on the first city bus that came by.

She got off the bus at what happened to be the Florida State Capitol Building. She noticed there were many well-dressed people carrying brief cases that looked very successful. She walked up to a gentleman in a business suit and in broken English asked him how he got to where he is in life. He shared with her that it was through education: studying, going to university and doing very well in school. She thanked him and caught the next bus.

A few stops later she got off the bus again. This time she was at a small strip mall. As she was walking along she passed a laundromat with a ‘For Sale’ sign in the window. She went in and asked questions about owning and running a laundromat. Just across the street was a local bank. She walked in the bank to ask questions and learn about loans. Then she went back to the abandoned church where her five children were.

Long story short, here is what happened: Yen Le was given a loan by the bank she visited that day, bought the same laundromat she saw at the second place she got off the bus, and aimed to help her kids get the best education possible (just like the man in the suit carrying a briefcase).

She owned and ran the laundromat by herself for over thirty years and was loved and adored by her customers and the community. Mamma Le (as her patrons called her) put her heart and soul into helping her customers in unique ways while providing for her family. There were many stories of customers coming back decades later to thank Mamma Le for her love and kindness. Even NFL stars who she helped with their laundry and with life (when they were university students) came back specifically to let Mamma Le know how much she meant to them.

Her five kids were not allowed to help at the laundromat. Each time one of them tried to lend a hand, she would tell them that they had two jobs: to study and sleep.

All of her children have thrived.

When Mamma Le woke up that first morning in an abandoned church in a foreign country she had no idea what do. What she did know was: she wanted to raise her five kids and give them an opportunity to thrive. She coddiwompled. She let life live her and took a bus ride. She unpredicted her journey and little did she know that ride would provide the fertile ground for her and her family to have lives she couldn’t have dreamed of.

UnReal Limitation

We often limit ourselves to a very small world: ‘our’ world, which is usually confined within the boundaries of our memories and imagination (our thoughts). We live inside make-believe limits of what we think is possible, what we think we can create, and what we believe to be true. What’s even crazier is that the chatter in our own head creates this confined reality. Have you ever considered how much energy and creativity could be unleashed inside of you if you never again worried about the future or stressed about your circumstances?

I hadn’t considered this either. Though when I began exploring who I really was and how powerful Thought is, life opened up. The more I let go and unpredict my journey the more simple and fun life becomes. The less I try to figure things out, the more success abounds. Through letting go of any preconceived notion of how my life journey should be, the unimaginable is given the space to flourish.  I often sit in awe at what life continually provides.

Most have heard the saying “go with the flow.” I used to think this was the best way to enjoy life. Now I can see that this isn’t true. We don’t need to go with the flow, we are the flow. Life is like a beautiful river, sometimes gently flowing, sometimes gushing over rocks, and sometimes bursting forth and pouring over massive waterfalls. Through it all, the water that the river is made of is just fine. The river is perfect in every state.

We are the flow, we are the river and we are on the ride of our lives. The only thing that keeps us from enjoying the river of life is the chatter of our thinking and worry. When we surrender to the river, realize we are the flow, know it will always work out (even when we have no idea what “work out” means): it’s a beautiful and exciting ride.

Just ask Mamma Le: She unpredicted her journey and has experienced the unbelievable effect of coddiwompling. She is a natural coddiwompler, just as we all are.

Unpredict your journey, my friends.

Here is a one minute video about Mamma Le’s youngest son, Phuong (my high school classmate and friend):


Understanding the Human Mind International Conference, 12-13 June 2019, Bucharest Romania:

On June 13th I’ll be the final speaker at the Understanding the Human Mind Conference in Bucharest Romania. There will be fifteen amazing presenters all pointing to a deeper understanding of the mind. Come join in, I am looking forward to sharing and going in to more depth on the topic of “Unpredicting Your Future.”


Let’s See More Together

When I really considered the life that is possible for each of us individually, I realized one of the best ways to see this is together. There is so much more for each of us to see… so very much. The best part is: what’s available is right here already, we just haven’t seen it yet. When we understand how our mind works and how life works, everything gets simple and amazingly beautiful.

Let’s take a walk together. Come join me and fellow explorers in a radically different (yet simple) ten week exploration that will change everything.

We begin August 20th and the cost is $99.

The first program sold out and the group members have seen and experienced so much together. Might it be the perfect time to Unpredict Your Journey?

Check it out here: Coddiwomple Now Group Program

Unpredict Your Journey


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Life has changed. Better put: My understanding of life has changed and my experience will never be the same. Life just is and it always has been. Everything can be the Ultimate Coddiwomple… What might yours be?

Tomorrow I am flying to Prague, Czech Republic. Crazy as it sounds: very early this morning I arrived in Los Angeles after flying from Mexico City overnight. I landed, took a nap, woke up, worked, met my mentor for lunch to chat about a project, and then went back to his house for an afternoon of conversations. He’s a big reason why I’m in Los Angeles for a day… and that statement will make much more sense in a few paragraphs.

During our conversations today I mentioned that I wanted to make a short video, but haven’t. He made tea for me and his wife, and then we went to his office where he sat me in front of his computer. I had no clue what I would say. In less than a minute he set up my makeshift studio. Then he knelt on the floor next to me (just out of view) and clicked the mouse to start the recording. I opened my mouth and words miraculously came out. We did three takes, each time he stood up, gave feedback, and then took his place on the floor next to me while I shot another video.

This man has changed many lives, he’s changed my life, and there he was on the floor. Minutes later he received an email that his latest Ted Talk had been released on YouTube. After we finished our chat, I asked him if he’d like to watch it… of course he did. So there we sat, watching the talk he gave in Switzerland in December. I was with him live at the Ted event and it touched me deeply then. This time, I deeply enjoyed watching him take it all in.

While sitting there next to him, I wondered: How the heck did I get here?

On July 30, 2016 I purchased a book (The Inside-Out Revolution) after a friend suggested it. Little did I know what a pivotal moment that was. Just over a day later I finished the book and on the next day, August 1st 2016 my whole world changed in an instant. I’ll never forget the moment everything shifted. My heart raced (sustained at 120 beats per minute for 20+ minutes while sitting in my office). I couldn’t concentrate: I had understood something huge and my life would forever be changed. A few months later I googled “Michael Neill” to see who this dude was that wrote the book.

Just 2.5 years later here I am, sitting next to him… watching Michael watch his gorgeous Ted Talk. The man who only minutes before was kneeling on the floor helping me. The talk finished, I felt proud of my friend and delighted for him. I asked if I could take his dogs for a walk. I love his dogs as if they are my own. Pepper, Lily and I headed out on a long walk.

During our earlier chat, one of the topics Michael and I discussed was feelings and emotions. I’m feeling so much more nowadays than I have in the previous three decades. While out on the walk watching Lily and Pepper play and taking in the views from atop the Santa Monica Mountains, emotions were aplenty. Love washed through me and a few tears streamed down my face. Sometimes life seems like a fairy tale. More and more life seems like a fairy tale all the time.

The dogs and I headed back down in to Michael’s neighborhood. Dinner was almost ready when we got back. Nina, Michael and I ate and chatted. Michael cleared the table and did dishes while Nina and I gabbed on. Words of congrats and love about his Ted Talk arrived via the internet. Nina hadn’t seen the video yet, so she brought it up on her phone and the three of us watched it together at the dinner table. Now I’m watching them watching the Ted Talk: hand in hand and full of love. **After you watch the Ted Talk, you’ll know why this is even more special than it seems.

How did I get here? It makes no sense and then perfect sense, but mostly it makes no sense.

The day I clicked the “Buy Now” button for Michael’s book seems like a lifetime ago. In my wildest dreams I could not have fathomed the journey between flipping that book open and reading the first word to casually sitting here hanging out with two special friends. If I could take a screen shot of life right now and go back in time to show it to myself the instant I read that first page… what would I have thought? Probably: How???

Truth Is: There is no explanation.

Fast forward one day ahead to present time: In this instant I am on the first leg of my flight, headed for Paris, France and proofreading this blog. Tears are forming again as I am remembering all the things I’ve experienced in just two years, a lifetime of experiences. I’m realizing all the things I’ve seen, an indescribably epoch expanse of seeing. Such deep gratefulness runs through and through for friendships with beautiful souls around the world, experiences of love, occurrences I can’t yet describe, and a depth of understanding about life… All unimaginable. I am tempted to say it began with the turning of one page, but it didn’t. It began long before, in the infinite beginning.

What if everything is a Coddiwomple, but we just don’t know it?

What do you really want to do?

Go do that.

What if you sat in a space of love and gratefulness for a moment, then went and did exactly what your heart guided you to do for the next three minutes. What if you just did that? What if you really gave yourself the freedom to just be? What might become of those three minutes? What might become of you?

What if you continued doing that over and over again for forever?

What if your will and God’s will are the same? What if there is no difference? (Substitute any word you wish instead of “God”: The Universe, Wisdom, Love, Creator, or anything… it’s a word to describe the indescribable.) To me that statement doesn’t feel heavy at all. It’s a simple reality.

Another way to express the same sentiment: Our heart’s desire is pointing to our Ultimate Coddiwomple. Go. It’s simpler than you think, totally ordinary, and magnificently extraordinary all at the same time.

What are you waiting for?

Coddiwomple Now 🙂


If you are curious, here’s the three minute video we made yesterday: Coddiwomple Now

One of the sweetest parts of the video is in the last 30 seconds. In the lower left corner, notice the top of Michael’s head as he’s peering around. What a guide. What a servant’s heart. What a friend.


Here is Michael’s Ted Talk. Please do yourself (and the world) a favor and watch/share this: Can a Ted Talk Really Change the World? (I don’t want to spoil it for you, but… Yes, it can!)



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While on a long hike to a monarch butterfly breading ground in the mountains of south central Mexico there was so much seen beyond the beautiful butterflies. From a profound Truth expressed by an eleven year old, to an experience of seeing everything (and realizing I’ve been trying way too hard), to really seeing how much we have in common with (and can learn from) monarchs.

Our Walk

We arrived high up in the mountains and began our walk. The air was crisp and cold, the scenery was beautiful, and the silence of the woods was sprinkled with the delightful chirping and chattering of birds. As we walked up and into the thick mountain forest, our local guide shared with us that three weeks ago the monarchs had begun to head north on their migration to Canada and there weren’t many butterflies left. We continued on.

As we hiked higher the wind blew through the trees in such a way that it sounded like waterfalls coming and going. The walk was wonderful, but even as we walked deeper in to the forest we didn’t see a single butterfly. My friend was apologetic. She felt bad that that we had missed seeing the masses of monarchs. Instantly, her eleven year old son shared so sweetly that it’s not about the destination, but the journey. I smiled. To me it seemed like the whole world smiled when my young sweet friend shared that Truth… from the mouths of babes. Yes! It was perfect. We continued on.

The First Glimpses

We stopped to take a rest on a cliff-side perch overlooking treetops, a valley far below, and more mountains peaks in the distance. That’s when I looked up and saw occasional tiny silhouettes of fluttering butterflies against the blue sky: the stragglers and late bloomers of the monarch world. They were beautiful. Lying on my back on a massive rock outcropping surrounded by friends, looking up at the blue sky dotted with fluttering monarchs was bliss. “This is more than enough,” I thought as I enjoyed what I presumed to be the pinnacle of the day. After a long rest on the rock, we continued on.

We walked to the top of the mountain and then followed our guide steeply down for a quite a ways. While slipping and sliding on narrow trails with grapefruit sized rocks rolling under our feet, I wondered where she was taking us. After a few miles we came to a flat area. Our guide asked us to stop talking and be as quiet as possible. The deeper we walked in to the thick forest, the more the forest came alive. In the gaps between the trees, the blue sky was full of life and the fluttering of tiny butterflies. We continued on.

Soon there were branches of tall pines drooping low with the weight of hundreds of butterflies: unbelievable! There were monarchs almost everywhere I looked!

Not Looking

Then it happened: I stopped to take in the silence and the bliss of this place. My vision softened and without realizing it, I was looking at nothing and saw everything. The instant I stopped focussing, the entire forest came alive. Everything came alive. In every fragment of my visual field were flutters… I could see thousands of butterflies all at once. It truly was pure butterfly bliss.

After a few seconds, without realizing it, my vision closed in. It was almost as if I could hear my gaze tighten (imagine the sound in a sci-fi movie when a laser focuses). I was now focusing on one area of butterflies in the sky and all the others vanished. I was back to seeing as I normally saw. Each place I looked I could see the butterflies in that specific area, but no longer could I see everything. The forest no longer seemed alive. Hmmm…. Wow. What an interesting experience.

Seeing Everything

I wanted to see all of it again. So, purposefully this time, I let my vision soften (like a blank stare). Wooosh! There it was again: My entire field of vision full and the entire forest abuzz with the flutters of life. Every inch of my visual field was alive with monarchs. I could see it all. The experience was utterly beautiful and mind-blowing.

Like a kid with a new toy I stood in the forest looking and then not looking, looking and then not looking. Sure I could focus while looking at a specific area and see lots, but the instant I stopped focusing I saw everything.

As I was amusing myself with this newfound view and enjoying the flutters of life all around me, I couldn’t help but see all of us in metaphor: What if we are all looking too intensely? What if we really are trying too hard?

What if everything we are meant to see is beautifully abuzz all around us, but we are looking too hard to see it all?

Could it All be Perfect?

I don’t know what led me to soften my focus that first time, but something beyond me knew and it just happened. Even more astounding is: the star characters in my field of view were thousands of butterflies that had just undergone the most massive metamorphosis in all of nature.

Each of those flutters in my field of vision had been tiny eggs that hatch into caterpillars. They wiggled around, munched on leaves and then turned to goop inside their chrysalises. Then the goop took form and emerged as beautiful monarchs: so light, playful, and full of life.

Isn’t that perfect? What a perfect place to be. More and more, with each moment and each day, I am realizing that everything is always perfect. How can it not be?

Then I see how those words could be interpreted indelicately. What if some people are in an utterly tough spot in life? How rude and uncaring is that for me to say that their pain and struggle is somehow perfect?

Recently a friend read a message I wrote on this subject and got pretty upset. This is understandable: I’ve experienced seriously rough spots in life too and if someone walked up to me in the midst of those times and told me what I was going through was perfect… I too might have felt like slapping them. That’s just not a nice thing to say to someone in a seemingly tough spot. Then again, from where I am now, I can look back and say “Yes, it was all perfect, even the times when it certainly seemed horrible.” Now I can clearly see the toughest times ran their course and eventually led to today… and today seems pretty perfect.

The Perfection of Goop

Lets consider the life of a caterpillar and this ‘perfect’ idea.

The caterpillar might not have thought it was ‘perfect’ to turn in to goop inside of a dark chrysalis. In the midst of turning in to goop, flying to Canada from Mexico would have seemed extremely laughable. Surely becoming a butterfly was also a massive impossibility.

Although, standing in the forest with the monarchs, it’s rather logical to see that turning into goop is actually quite perfect AND the caterpillar didn’t have to try: it just happened naturally. What if we can’t get life wrong? What if it is perfect, even when it seems everything is going wrong?

Bringing it all Together

What if all we have to do is stop trying so hard?

Instead of looking so intently, what might be possible when we soften our gaze and take in everything that is already there?

In those instances when we see everything, what if we then can see how perfect it all really is?


Even more: What if we are all metaphorical goop… and life is our chrysalis?



A 1 minute 40 second video of our butterfly adventure:

Let’s See More Together

When I really considered the life that is possible for each of us individually, I realized one of the best ways to see this is together. There is so much more for each of us to see… so very much. The best part is: what’s available is right here already, we just haven’t seen it yet.

The human mind is a beautiful instrument that begs to be played by all of us. When we understand how our mind works and how life works, everything gets simple and amazingly beautiful. We come alive, just like the butterflies emerging from their chrysalis.

Let’s take a walk together.  I’ve got two one on one client openings available beginning in mid April. It just might be the perfect time to bloom. Curious? Contact me by email or phone and let’s see if this is the next best step for you.

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