When in doubt, do the thing that’s hardest. Our intuition is a beautiful gift and serves us faithfully in most situations. However, when you’re freaked out, it’s close to impossible to hear. When it feels like the world is ending, the rules have been scrapped and monkeys are conducting cymbal practice in your head, a good rule of thumb is to do the opposite of what you really want to do.
What’s the magic ingredient to magic? Being a fool. Or feeling like one, anyway. That’s the price of inviting magic into your life. You’ll feel awkward. Dorky.
The lotus blossoms springing from Buddha’s footprints. The appearance of the Arabic word for Allah on a satellite picture of North Africa. Jesus turning water into wine. These examples and many others serve to remind us that there is something profoundly rebellious and beautiful that holds the tidy tapestry of cause and effect that organizes our daily lives.
There is the dream. The one that fills you up and makes you giggle with its audacity. There are breathtaking vistas at dawn and butterflies emerging from their cocoons. There are the lists and chores that had blunted your soul with their monotony,
I want to change the world and I want to do it in fabulous shoes. Here are the people who’ve inspired me to do it:
What’s the secret sauce to their success, the one I’m going to emulate until my tootsies are shod in Jimmy Choo goodness?
No one ever wonders if they have the license to worry. It is programmed into our DNA, hardwired into our brains, and our cells are steeped in chemicals compelling us to do so. It is not just our birthright, it is the primary we way we know to survive. And it’s worked. We’ve come this far, we humans. Good job, us.
But what if it’s also the thing that’s going to stop us from evolving further?
The day has been long
The end of it is near
But end of work is not even close
Work that no one but you will know
Whether it gets done
Or the dream naps
When all the world is one way, and you’re another, it can be a very lonely feeling. It’s easy to feel that they’re right and you’re wrong. And that being wrong is the very worst thing you can possibly be. It’s easy to feel like it’s a cold winter’s night and you’re outside, peering into the window of a great feast filled with laughing, rosy-cheeked people, dancing and embracing, a feast to which you aren’t invited.
So, I’m sitting in the coffee shop, ten hours before my company’s first Spirit Spa: Rejuvenation for the Transformation (a church service without religion – a massage for your soul). And butterflies are dancing a mazurka in my stomach. I have this vision of an interconnected web of people believing in and acting on their most loving impulses. Doing this, while also being in community with other people all over the globe doing the same. Of creating a time and space in which all of us dreaming of a better world can come together in ritual to stake our claim to joy, love and possibility. I think this is important. I think it could really change things for those who participate. And with the web, pretty much everyone can. I think it’s gonna be awesome. I also think it’s gonna be small.