This is a Dare

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This week — for at least this one week — devote yourself to invoking your dreams without comparing them to anyone else’s.

Their dreams aren’t yours, and they were never meant to be acquired, borrowed, or copied…

What you seek is already here — still here — waiting for you to rediscover it.

You actually know what it is — it’s a dream so important that you may hide it (even from your conscious self) in order to protect it. It’s the Thing you keep assigning to Someday, the Thing you inadvertently preserve with procrastination. It’s the Thing you can’t bear to fail at, and the Thing you can’t leave this world without trying.

It’s a piece of you so dear you can’t risk it — yet it’s the one thing you have to risk. It’s so big and it’s so personal, you may not even dare to dream about it.

But even just trying it — thinking about it, planning it, starting it — will energize every facet of your existence. Your dreams are actually protected and empowered in a way no other part of your life ever has been or ever will be.

This week, set in motion at least one tiny action that breaks through the fear of your dream never coming true. Bring it out into the light of day and acknowledge it. Give it words in a way you never have before. Confide your dream in someone who will be excited for you. Look in the mirror, and confess it to yourself.

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What Do You Need to Let Go?

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If you feel like the Universe has a wrecking ball aimed at your life, it may be the change you’ve been praying for.

The early stages of renovation — of tearing down the structures that aren’t working for you and replacing them with something new — can be a noisy, stressful mess.

When things are falling away at a shockingly rapid pace, when you think you’re losing everything, when it feels like the Universe is grabbing at your life and snatching away whatever it can, forcing you to give up one thing right after another…

Ask yourself:
What do I need to release?
What am I clinging to that no longer serves me?

There’s something that desperately needs to go.

And, if you let the Universe pick for you, it will strip with a monstrous paw — blunt, heavy-handed, indiscriminate, random.

Any hope of strategy or precision can only come through your choices, your tough decisions.

All things pass.
If you don’t want their passing chosen for you, choose.

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The Bearded Man and the Fat Lady in the Sky

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I’m totally down with God as a Girl.

I feel warm and loving towards the big fat green Venus with the huge knockers, giver of all the abundance. Goddess! I get it. I can drink that Kool Aid and raise a Cone of Power with the goddess groupies any day.

If you put me in a corduroy blazer and a turtleneck and stand me in front of a Philosophy class, I’ll argue that we’re playing with Jungian Paperdolls — whether the Old Merlin archetype or the Chubby Uber-Mama. We’re serving up two flavors of Kool-Aid, both wacky and Day-Glo colored, and not all that different from one another when you get right down to it.

Take my clothes off, paint my face blue with woad, put dandelions in my hair and drop me in the middle of a May Pole dance on a knoll at Beltane, I can sing the names of the Goddess with the best of them.…Brigid, Isis, Mary, Judy, Liza, Barbra…Liz, Lisa, Tori, Sarah, Madonna…. (Maybe I’ll even go Gaga.)

Some followers of the Divine Feminine feel it’s crucial to state their preference in everyday conversation, commonly cursing “Oh my Goddess” and “Goddess help me!” That kind of thing.

Yet I noticed something that occurs when you speak to someone who has a traditional, old school, fundamentalist, patriarchal concept of God as an old dude that might be played by Sean Connery.

The word Goddess does what it was intended to (or Universe or All or One or any other substitution for that matter) — it makes a statement about the identification of the speaker. That the speaker has a different conception of the supreme deity.

It also stops the fundamentalist mind dead in its tracks. When you say “Goddess” to someone who’s never heard such a thing before, you lose him halfway through the word — he doesn’t hear a blessed thing you say afterward. Even when you say it to a woman who may have never heard it before, but who lights up with some intuitive gut instinct, some recognition of her power — she’s buzzing on that moment, on that switch; she’s not paying attention to you anymore.

Their minds stop and chew. I’ve observed that this delights many who use it and indeed seems to be the full manifestation of their goal in doing so.

But whatever brilliant observation you make about God(dess) is never heard. It’s lost in a parlor trick of shock-value heresy. All smoke and mirrors and confabulation — Big Bang with the Theory fallen off the cart like a wheel lost on a sharp turn.

Your listeners may be holding their hats and clutching their pearls — they may hear you, but they’re not listening.

You wrapped their brains around a curve ball and their glove is still numb from the impact of catching your drift. And if executing that social kiss-off is all you’re after, it’s easily accomplished.

I decided many years ago that I didn’t just want a gold star for using an uncommon suffix, or a trophy for “brave” eccentricity….I wanted to communicate. I wanted to connect. I wanted to speak a common tongue among the most obvious and diverse of strangers.

I wanted to be able to walk into an “enemy” camp and return an honorary member of that tribe. Even if they’re idiots.

I feel that if the goal is to communicate, to find common ground, to be understood and to find new understanding, then the greater responsibility is born by the greater mind, by the greater sense of heart. The one who is more educated, the one with the broadest most inclusive world view, the one with the command of many languages should step up to cross the chasm between himself and those who cannot.

If mature wisdom holds that we are describing a Common Idea or Canopy Truth — the One from Many — then to use a word that communicates you are speaking of something Different, you are Other, does not accomplish that….

Why introduce someone to your way of thinking by excluding them or distancing yourself in the Prologue to your world view?

There’s a really efficient word that tons of people know. Even if their conception differs, they have it in common. When they hear it, they automatically know what you’re talking about, however they are able to perceive it.

It’s the word “god.” I find it to be…kind of a useful word.

Living in a predominantly Judeo-Christian society, moving among the spiritual but not religious, god is a word that gets the job done.

Even though it has very little to do with what I believe.

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