It’s unbelievable really … but then again, it’s really not. I’ve had this photo on my iPhone for over a year now.  A replaca of Truth around my neck for almost two years.  Of course I get to share my love of yoga on the Playa, at the feet of The Woman, surrounded by epic people in a sphere of aliveness and conscious connection.

I write about gratitude a lot it seems. Actually, it’s a great topic to revisit over and over again because in my humble opinion, it’s easy to forget to be grateful. It’s easy to get caught up in the drama or mundane activities in life and forget to give thanks.

I send this out to all women who are ready for partnership. Not because they need it or they are not whole without it, but because they know, deep in their bones, that when they thrive, the planet thrives.  They know that it is the way of the Divine Feminine and Sacred Masculine to BE in partnership.  They understand that the way of a patriarchal society is over and we are calling our partners home.

You know … I looked up compassion because I just had to. It said:

sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others;
pity, sympathy, empathy, care, concern, mercy, tolerance

Again, I would like to add to this if that is possible. How about:

recognizing that “you” and “I” are the same? That if we are truly living in compassion,then we subscribe to the fact that we are all One. That there is no separation and no such thing as duality. And that when we damn someone else, we are actually damning ourselves. And that when we look into the eyes of another, if we stare just long enough, we see ourselves.

I wrote this blog last night and then completely changed it this morning as the ultimate test of my own integrity came into play … as the themes always do

This word, oh this word.  Since it came into my awareness over 10 days ago, I feel like I have been rung through the ringer.  And it hasn’t been just me either.  I’ve been witness to emails, Facebook messages, texts and phone calls from people going through the same thing … Relationship issues. 

I’ve been thinking a lot about the word tribe over the past week.  I just got back from my annual trip to Wanderlust in Squaw Valley and that word simply encompasses how I feel the minute I step foot into that festival.

In this tipping point, at the pinnacle of light and dark, may you celebrate in wonderment, all the transformations taking place in your life right now.  May you look at the road behind you with satisfaction, respect, and gratitude.  May you look forward at the road ahead, perhaps not knowing exactly where you’re going, but heading upward with trust, devotion, and love.

The other day, I’m in the car with my youngest daughter and she asks me, “Mom, is there an end to the sky?”  And I said … “Um no honey.  It’s infinite.”  And she says … “Infinite… like energy?”  And I say, “Yup, just like that.”  And she sat there for quite awhile looking up and out of the sunroof.  As if she was trying to figure it all out.

We didn’t talk that much after that but I could tell the wheels were turning.

I have written about freedom several times now and it’s fun to look back and re-read how I defined freedom on various occasions, along the timeline of my life.

I’m not surprised I like to write about freedom or that it evolves each time I come to it; I mean the word is tattooed on my arm.  Apparently on some level it is important to me.

This time around I want to say this:  freedom is a state of mind.