When you believe that something is temporary, you can accept its differences. You can accept the place, person or situation exactly how they are and how they are showing up in your life. You don’t feel constricted because you know that soon, like most things, this too will change.
When you arrive in a new place, you aren’t trying to make it be exactly like you, because that’s the magic of it, it’s completely different and you accept that and appreciate the differences. It’s the same feeling as when you’re in the middle of summer, you become friends with those that you may have seen as different to you during the rest of the year. This is because you give yourself the permission to accept them for who they are and how they are showing up in your life, because it feels temporary. This is why the summer relationship may feel so blissfully intense; the walls are torn down and you enjoy the person for who they are because you aren’t trying to change them for the future. It’s easier to open up and fully show up for a situation when you know that later down the track you’re off the hook if things don’t work out. This flows out onto other experiences, for example a hostel roommate that you meet while traveling. They are totally different and unique, yet you embrace that about them. You embrace it with a different amount of acceptance than you may have if you showed up to your first day of college and met them, knowing that you would need to be roommates for the rest of the year. Continue Reading…
There are moments in life when we are faced with a big decision. These decisions feel like they are larger than life, because both choices will steer us into two completely different directions. Sometimes we think we know how one scenario will play out, and other times we feel like either way we go, we are jumping into the unknown. Sometimes one feels risky, while the other feels safe, but often the risky one feels like it is calling us. The risky one is tied to doing something that we would love to do, but might be afraid to do.
When making these big decisions, it’s easy for us to pull out the lists that are filled with pros and cons. It’s easy for us to reach for our phone and call every friend and family member that will listen. Ultimately, It’s easy for us to make it completely harder on ourselves that it needs to be. I love discussing my dreams and plans with close family and friends, but I love doing this after I have already made up my decision. It’s easy to get caught up in our head about the benefits of doing one thing, or how the future will look like with the other. An easier, more enjoyable, approach is to literally just feel what it feels like to think about the two scenarios.
The first thing to ask yourself when fear comes in about a particular choice is: Even if I’m afraid… does it feel expansive? Nurturing? Exciting? Aligned?
Don’t be afraid to share what you love. Whether it’s the poem you’ve written, the clothing patterns you’ve sewn together, the song you’ve practiced on the guitar, the lessons you’ve learned from your dad, the photos you’ve taken of your favourite recipes, the meditation practice you’ve started, or the jewelry you’ve made by hand.
Sometimes you might think that it doesn’t matter if you share the things that you love with others; it’s enough just for you to love it, and it is. It is enough. But often there comes a time where you feel that pull inside of you to share what you love. Because you have a deep connection to it, you might feel vulnerable if you were to share that with someone else or even a group of people… but then could you imagine if the beautiful things that were shared with you were never done so? I love going to live shows because I love seeing the person behind the lyrics to the songs that I’ve listened to over and over again. It makes me feel grateful that they wrote and shared those songs that related to exactly what I was going through. There’s nothing better than that instant feeling of relaxation that comes over you when you feel like someone else has been there, whether it’s good or bad. Continue Reading…
There comes a point on this journey where you no longer question whether you should take a risk or not, or go on a wild adventure. You no longer wait for them to come to you so that you can ponder on their existence or test the waters within yourself. It becomes your way of life. You expect the wildness. You crave that sense of adventure daily. You wake up believing that something incredible, something synchronistic, or something adventurous could be coming at any moment.
This is when you get out of your own way. This is when you are free.
You no longer wait for fearless situations to come in so that you can outweigh the risk, or talk yourself up into a frenzy before going through with it. You no longer wait for things to be fearless about. You create them. You seek out people and situations that are assignments. Each step you take, you ask yourself, “How can I grow? How can I grow closer to myself? How can we co-create wild experiences that are freeing, fun and make us feel alive?” Continue Reading…
I thought that when you lead a spiritual life, you needed to be “good” and follow a certain path in order to feel aligned. I love remembering the truth of where Don’t Tell Summer came from. It came from the fuel inside my friends and I that was ignited by this rebellious feeling. We felt like there was another way to live; free.
One day my Dad said to me, “You can lead a spiritual life and still raise Hell.” To me that meant connecting with what feels true for you in every moment, without judgment and questioning whether it’s connected to the right path.
There’s this feeling I get when I’m completely aligned and inspired. It’s wild, beautiful and free. I love hip-hop and surfer-grunge music; I love traveling with my friends into the unknown. There’s something sexy about it because you feel reckless just absorbing it. It feels real because you aren’t trying to make it any more pure than it is. It is in those moments when you feel wild and undeniably free, that inspiration pours out faster than you can write and so all there is left to do is just be; to feel the freedom that you’ve created without changing anything.
The more I allow who I really am to just be, the more I allow myself to be inspired by the things that excite my soul. This means not criticizing myself on the days when I feel more aligned listening to a lyric than an affirmation. It means meditating when I would love to, not because I think that I need to in order to live a spiritual life. That presence of an inner spark doesn’t judge anything as good or bad, it speaks loudly and truthfully. If something makes you feel alive and fuels your soul, it’s true for you. Feel the cues when you hear that song, watch that movie and drive in the car with that friend. What are you doing and who are you with when you feel that overwhelming sense of, I am alive.
But what happens after you’ve gone for it, after you’ve taken the risk?
Whenever I face a fear, I feel this sense of ownership of life. I run around feeling blissful and free, like love is on my side… but what I’ve found after that reckless feeling of “I did it” comes vulnerability. When you hide behind a fear and allow your inner power to surface it can feel a little odd. It’s almost like you have become so free, but the energy around you is suspended while the things in your life are shifting in order to mirror your fearlessness.
Something comforting to remember is that you’ve gone through this before; Risk taking is a cycle. Think about the first time that you told someone you loved them. You were probably freaking out, then expressed your feelings and felt like you were on cloud nine, then all of a sudden a wave of vulnerability flooded over you, but then you settled back into your body and felt grounded and free.
When you take a risk you’re literally agreeing to vulnerability, and there’s nothing more beautiful than that.
When I was 15, I was a competitive cheerleader living in Oregon. I had never been so in love with something, aside from my friends and family. There was something freeing about it that made me feel completely aligned with who I am.
I had a coach that pushed me and made me believe that anything is possible for me as an athlete, even though I lived in Oregon where cheerleading wasn’t as big as it was in other areas at that time. I spent hours on end watching Youtube videos of teams in Texas, feeling the inspiration and chills come over me every time. Looking back, not once did I have feelings of limitation or thought, “I wish I was there right now,” because I was happy doing what I was doing in Oregon.
Fast forward two months and one massive manifestation later, I found myself flying on a plane from Oregon to Texas for practice. I was cheering for the very team that I watched on Youtube. I spent 6 hours in travel each way and it didn’t phase me once; I was on an adventure that my mind couldn’t wrap its head around and it didn’t need to… if it did I wouldn’t have been on it.
The summer before it all happened, my coach from Oregon suggested that I go to a camp in Texas to train. I went to the camp and stayed in contact with a lot of the athletes from it. One day I was chatting with a guy from the camp who was on a team in Texas. He started talking about a dream-team that was being put together and my heart pounded at a million miles a minute as I pictured myself there with them. I was so excited about it and jokingly said, “Oh I wish I could be on it!” The next thing he said was, “Well actually, we need a replacement for one of our flyers (girl that gets thrown in the air).” Semi-jokingly, I said, “Well ask your coaches if I could fill in.”
… Wait a second, where did that come from? I’m from Oregon… The team is in Texas. HOW would that work… physically, with the time difference, how would I get there in time? How would I afford to pay for the flights?
I didn’t know and I didn’t care. It was so crazy I didn’t even let my mind chime in. I felt it in my heart; the decision was already made.
I ran and told my mom my heart-filled dream of flying to Texas to be on a cheerleading team there. We laughed about it a little, and laughter turned into what ifs, and what ifs turned into my mom saying, “Well I do have miles from all of those years from work that we didn’t use…”
Next thing I know I started practicing. I went to school in Oregon each week and lived in Texas on the weekends. Each flight was like an internal-dialogue of “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
This act of living out my dream, despite what my circumstances looked like, made an internal shift on an energetic level. I not only learned “anything is possible”, my cells learned that this was the way that I feel at home.
Reasons why this dream quickly became a reality: