From the Shores of my Borderless Heart

I may officially be getting older because I'm actually beginning to approach love discerningly. Let's take this slower, I hear myself saying over and over again, as I shuffle two steps backward, leaning in with my intuition, not my heart. Let's wait a while, see if we actually like each other enough to get all mushy gushy. 

Love is easy. 

Like is picky. 

Communion is holy.

I want all three. So sincerely that I'm happy waiting, casting spells into the wind, dancing into the ground of my truth, peering out from the shores of my borderless heart, to see if that boat that's passing this way is going where I want to go. Letting it get just close enough to know. Not jumping at the first sight of any boat. But trusting that I'm okay, even if I never leave my own land. Instead, I can toss glitter to the wind, bless that dear boat's journey, sing songs to its sails from my shore. But actually stepping foot inside its walls? That's a whole other tale. 

I've had one too many spills amidst roaring waves to simply say "okay" to any shiny ship passing through. 

The Do It Meaningfully Challenge: 4 Habits to Change Your Life, Our World.

Crazy sages, magic-makers, world-changers, beauty-lovers:

I don't know how else to say it, because this is really how I think of it:

Are you ready to get your soul shit together?

Me. Too.

Join me.

What happens when the world has more people living their magic, their power, their love? Good things. Really good things:

Creative masterpieces, better orgasms, bigger grins, fewer migraines... deep forgiveness, healed injuries, well-deep vitality... raises, resignation letters, revolutionary togetherness...

When we're in our magic, our power, we begin to overflow with love. We begin to feel the tingling truth of our place in the human family--what we're here to do and give. And we have the knowing, the trust, the power to simply go out and do it, give it.

It's big beautiful work. It's honest-to-god world-changing. Personally satisfying. Sexy as hell. And why I'm offering this challenge to whoever feels called to the movement.

Read on, lovers.

What:

A 30-day challenge to LIVE your meaningful desires, 

by practicing a daily habit to support each core part of you: 

your mind, body, heart & soul.

Inclusive of:

Two 30-minute 1-on-1 coaching sessions.

Daily group emails full of insight, motivation, stories and support.

Community camaraderie through a private Facebook group.

A closing tele-ceremony.

What, continued:

The Do It Meaningfully 30-day challenge will invite you into 4 personally designed daily habits: one for your mind, one for your body, one for your heart and one for your soul.

What's the state of each piece of your being? What do they each really desire? What daily actions would support those deep and honest longings?

We'll work together 1-on-1 to explore these questions powerfully and honestly enough to come up with four habits that are deeply desire-driven and timely for you. Then, in virtual community, we'll embark on a 30-day challenge to live those actions to our best ability.

That's the set-up: 4 parts of your being. 4 centered & true daily habits. Do It Meaningfully for 30 days.

When:

• Oct 8-18: Your first 1-on-1 session falls within this time frame to get you all centered & set up
• Oct 21-Nov 19: We dive into our 30-day challenge, and your second 1-on-1 session happens within the 30 days--when you desire it
• Nov 20: We celebrate wildly

How:

If you're ready to say yes now, scroll down to the bottom of the page, hit the PayPal button for $99. After purchasing the package, you'll receive an e-mail with further instructions for getting all set up.

**Personal and community revolutions are not exclusive or classist in my world. Really. Ever. If you cannot afford the above price tag, please e-mail me. We'll work it out. We're all in this together.

Eye-brow raised but still wanting more info? Read on, soul-sib.

The Ideal Participant

The Do It Meaningfully Challenge is for you if, on a personal level, you've been finding yourself saying over and over again:

• I'm really ready for my life to change but I just need help following through.
• I want to do things differently... but for whatever reason I keep skimping out on myself.
• I want to really immerse myself in x, y, or z... 
• I don't want to be acting from a place of fear, but from a place of deep desire and passion.
• I'm sick of white-knuckling my way through a long list of shoulds.
• I'm ready to do something truly good for myself and the world, but I need the help figuring out HOW, and then committing.

Or if on a global level, you're wondering:

• Who's going to change the world?
• Where is our leadership?
• How will things ever get better?
• How will we untangle ourselves from this wildly depressing mess?
• Where's the love? The magic? The healing? The togetherness?

The truth is: we're the ones we've been waiting for. Leadership is needed. The kind that radically commits to becoming the kind of expression we're seeking and craving in the world. It's actually up to us to develop. Through practice. Through courage. Through commitment. Together. Slowly. Honestly. Deeply.

You can act. You can practice staying with yourself and your desire long enough for things to really shift. And it's this--this act of practicing your integrity within a loving supportive community--that has the potential to truly change your life and our world.

My Role as Your Guide

The revolutionary in me wants nothing more than to help us all wake up, walk honestly, with self-love and deep breaths--to come into our most immense love and power--for the sake of our lives, our world, our future as a people and planet. If this world is to change for the better, it will be because the magic and power within us has rumbled and awakened.

I will offer my most sage and real guidance on this journey. I'm practiced in practicing, and honestly imperfect. But committed to staying--to seeing myself and others through the messy middle(s) of change and growth that are unavoidable and their own version of glorious.

There's a tenderness required to commit to change. And also a ruthless self-love that's easy to forget about if someone's not consistently whispering in your ear, "It's okay if you didn't go all the way today... But stay. Stay in the practice. Don't walk out on yourself even if you're not where you want to be." Or, "Push yourself. Really. Today, it won't kill you."

I'll help you find your own inner knowing of where you are each day. I'll encourage you to trust yourself, to honor yourself as your own best teacher. I'll teach you to teach yourself how to love the trying lover inside of you.

I will offer all my love, spouts of humor, lessons learned from past practices, as well as daily insights, as I too work through my own mind, body, heart and soul commitments.

We will be together. 
It will be wild, raw, tender, real.

Time Commitment

Look--it's all about showing up and doing your best with what you've got each day. Sometimes that means doing way less, and breathing through that. Sometimes that means workin' over time because you're feeling so alive. The minimum commitment is about showing up and seeing clearly where you really are each day. Daily awareness. A few minutes of it. It's actually more powerful than it seems. 

On the flip side, I imagine most people will choose daily practices that add up to anywhere between 20 and 60 minutes. Some practices won't be time centered at all, but more integrity centered. For example: 5 minutes in silent meditation per day is clearly a time-centered practice. Adding greens to 2 meals per day, telling the truth, or saying "no" once a day... more about preparation or emotional awareness, rather than time. You can create what you're really craving, desiring, needing right now. That's what this is all about.

Want in?

More Questions?

Shoot 'em my way. rachmddx at gmail dot com.

So much love to you, sage friends. Thanks for reading.

Someone wanted me to tell you to still believe in love

Someone wanted me to tell you to still believe in love
Long after the heartbreaks that grow you old, weather your rib cage, tighten your lungs
Long after you've learned strategy and self-respect, or how to be happy on your own
Long after you've grown weary of risking so much energy--putting in, without any guarantees that your efforts will bare fruit
Past your better judgment that falling in often means falling apart
Someone wanted me to tell you to still go
All the way
Past the fear of certain pain, past the knowing that you will lose
Someone out there, despite these warnings, still wants your vulnerable, scarred up heart
Still desires your tender desire
Still seeks your raw and wobbly expression of trust
Still waits for your laughter to fill the quiet room
Someone still wants to face you as your mouth cries out in human explosion
Wants to evaporate with you, lose all sense of self--together
And then hold you for just a little while longer, at least
Remind you--by being with you--
That, for better or worse,
Through sickness and health
We all disappear together

When they leave, it doesn't mean you lose. A contemplation on break-ups, winnings, and losings in love.

When they leave, it doesn't mean you lose.

 

You lose when you roll up the windows of your truth. When you pace paranoid in your own darkness, afraid that if they knew what was in there, they couldn't possibly be interested in staying.

You lose when you prioritize "keeping things easy" for them, over believing that your heart's real expression is worth the work of understanding.

You lose when getting them to stay becomes more important than how relaxed or happy or in-love you feel when you're with them.

You lose when you do all the work. When you process and coach and coax things into surviving. When you deny creative destruction. When you don't let what's sinking, sink, and you drown yourself in the process.

You lose when you decide stubbornly that if they don't stay, you're not staying. What about standing in the truth of your love, either way? What about saying "I'm not done here," without demands, without overextending. But with gentle knowing trust that it's okay to let love flow its natural desiring course. Vulnerable, and completely okay.

You lose when you've convinced yourself that you couldn't possibly do it without her, without him. Because you could. You can. The truth is, everyone eventually loses everyone. We all go home, to the Big Home, alone. Even the truest loves between two people are mortal. But the best loves help us remember the infinite love that's beyond us.

Which brings us to winning...

You win when you heed your intuition about what will make you happy in a healthy, expansive way, rather than clinging to the attachments of your heart. 

You win when you let the leaving happen honorably; no fake-outs or fold-ins. The true you stays true. 

You win when you respect yourself and your desire for capital L-love, rather than fearing the loss of a nice-and-easy Like.

You win when you trust that Love is infinite. That everyone, everyone, wants to give and receive Love. That there is really, truly always more Love to go around.

You win when you realize there's a spiritual love within your body, your being, your very sweet soul--and you can access it at any time. It's inconvenient for our hopes of a constant material expression of love from another, but it's still true. You Are Nothing But Love. And you win when you can tap into that truth, breathe in it, bathe and dance and sing and weep in it. That's the biggest win of all.

“Don't worry about losing. If it is right, it happens - The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.” - John Steinbeck

Becoming Fire

It's the night before Independence Day and I'm in Colorado alone. I technically have a home waiting for me, but we all know how that goes--the things that wait we don't always want. I can feel my dreams screaming with urgency not to get off track, but to ride the train hard and fast as far as it will take me and at the cliff fly, let what wants to die, die--trust that the stuff of spirit floats.

Last year, this time, I was walking the streets of a small city in Maryland watching families gather on blankets, sharing mosquito spray, popcicles, beer. I remember keeping my eyes peeled for anyone, anyone at all who was also alone and ready to sweep me away from my terrible solitude. The ice-cream man gave me a free a bottle of water and his phone number. I never called. I sat cross-legged on the grass and watched the moon stand steady behind exploding fireworks. I prayed that I'd somehow recover, feel sane, happy even, given the chance to sit alone again watching the world explode.

Tonight I'm going out solo on an out-of-town friend's cruiser bike. I don't know what I'll find. But it's almost Independence Day, and no coincidence that I'm alone.

It's become clear over the year that the hidden gift of solitude is you only have to please yourself; let the most alive and fearless part of you choose what you really want to do, go do it.

Tonight, I want to feel something new; be out in the world, become fire.