acceptance, hope, manifestation, sobriety

the manifestation of hope

I have a confession. I really, really fucking love Tony Robbins. Dude is a master modern motivational orator, and I dig his empathetic, vulnerable power vibe pretty hard. At SXSW in 2016, I went to see his documentary film I Am Not Your Guru on the advice of a friend who said it was the best thing she had seen at the festival. The film covers Tony’s annual Date With Destiny event in Boca Raton, Florida, a 6-day retreat that promises people all kinds of life changing magic, but essentially what he’s selling is hope. I came out of this film not having any idea about the real man behind the icon, because it very much presents him as an all-knowing, all-healing guru to the maximum power. Tony Robbins, the public figure, the self-help god of public speaking and riling people up in their own self interest, has a magical, infectious charisma that is enchanting to watch in action. The way people respond to his magnetism and emotional outpouring is astounding. By the end of the film, I was totally glamoured. I’m definitely the target market for things like this, a person who has a deep and constant drive toward self exploration, personal growth, and emotional expansion by whatever means necessary. I am deeply motivated by hope in my own life, because I know what it feels like to feel totally hopeless. I don’t know that he has everything definitively figured out, but he’s on to something. In my book,…

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acceptance, change, letting go, self care

trust yourself to the water

To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float. – Alan Watts Everyone knows that caterpillars and butterflies are the same creature. The caterpillar starts out as a cute little wormy fuzzbug, squinching around the garden on her little legs, being adorable, tooling around snacking on leaves and green things. Hanging in the safety of the garden, nibbling up all the goods she can find. The caterpillar has no idea she’s ever going to be anything other than a caterpillar. The one day, she gets a shot through the heart from the universal life force, and realizes something big is about to happen. She has a job to do. A nest to build. She has an imperative to stop caterpillaring and go into hiding. She builds a chrysalis, and snuggles up inside it, and waits. The whole biological process of this is magical in itself, but the real beauty and transformation happens outside public view. For the longest time, I assumed the caterpillar had a butterfly suit all tucked up in her accordion bustle, her legs came out, she shed some stuff and unveiled some other stuff and poof: butterfly. This is not the case. I know this about how butterflies are made, and about how humans realize their own authentic potential through radical transformative change. I’ve been in my own chrysalis for over a…

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