Inbox Inhales:
Pause, exhale and listen for the movement of Divine Love pulsing beneath the surface of your daily life.
Inviting you to come alive.
Since I was little, I’ve had big questions.
But most of them I was too scared to ask out loud because I was afraid I’d sound dumb (or worse, that I was dumb). I also feared that I would upset the status-quo or lose my belonging in the spaces that were most important to me.
I think that’s why I became a teacher because I loved how questions led to learning. As a Spanish teacher, I always told my students, “there is no such thing as a dumb question. So ask away!” I realize now, these were the words I needed to hear.
Even now, as a full-grown adult, I’ve come to see that there are certain questions that still seem too scary to ask. Ones about faith, history, religion, systems and also, my shadow and blindspots (which have only felt safe to be exposed in the light of Love). The wilderness of the pandemic has caused these questions to bubble up; ready to burst.
And as some have begun to burst, I’ve found that my questions aren’t the enemy. In fact, my questions are passageways. Ways forward. Ways through. Ways home to myself. To God. To others.
Want to get a taste?
Here are some past messages I’ve shared.
Open-eyed or shut-eyed…how do we cope?
Welcome to an Inbox Inhale where I'm wondering how we should respond when things get dark?
Could it be moving between the dark and the light, and trusting our body's movement towards contraction or expansion... is where the living takes place? And there is a kindness available to ourselves if we will honor where we are. A way of self-care.
Letting go can feel like poop... but is holding it any better?
Here in the newness that I find myself gripping.
It’s an old pattern that stems from my recovering control-freak tendencies and it goes pretty much like this: the more that things feel out of my control, the harder I try to control them. It makes me a delight to live with.
It looks like gripping to my own plan, my expectations of others, a good thing that seems to help, or even a certain image of myself or my kids. I start to hold on tight, and then this week the funniest thing happened.
