Woman Knows.

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Within each woman are fierce instincts of survival.  Instincts that will save her or destroy her.   And unless she finds her way through the sleepy, burdensome normalcy of mundane living, this instinct falls dormant and slowly, but certainly, she dies.

But first, she struggles.  She buys red shoes and paints her lips.  She drinks too much wine, lets her hair grow long and unkempt, reveals more skin, or runs off with the plumber or pub-house drummer.  

At first her eyes roll back in ecstasy... and she moans in delight...  but in time, her eyes squeeze shut in denial, and her moans turn to whimpers of soul abandonment.

Wounded and lost, exhausted and abused,
we sometimes cannot even see when we have
abandoned our own instinct


Sometimes we cannot even see that we are in a downward spiral that takes us only to one place :: the burial ground of our soul.  This deadening leads to addiction, compulsion, desperation, and rage... 

Now, before you get caught up in how "morbid" this all sounds -- let it be known, that many of us smile and keep'on'a'truckin' in this state... We have adapted well, to continue to be productive, incarnate, and relatively functional.  

But, perhaps, "dis-ease" then rises... as an instinct.  An instinct that lives within every breathing, living creature that speaks just three words: 
 

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH


And THEN, we cannot help but listen.  They body tells us so.  For there is no indulgence, nor excess that can bring back the instinctive nature that lives in all women and bring her back to life.  

She must go home now  
She must return to her soul or die 


She must dance in the presence of her sisters, speak slowly and truthfully, with eyes open, gazing across the fire into the souls of others who have been wounded, baited, or trapped.  She must place her hands on her belly, bow her once rolled back head, and breathe with the eternal waters, refusing to normalize what has become of her life, and instead, birth herself new feet, new hands, new eyes.    

THERE IS GOOD NEWS
::
It takes so very little to release us
wise us up
dance our souls back to life 


For, there is a resting place, a halfway point, a sandbar to catch our breath again. And it is from this place is where you find your way back to the feral instinct of grace and guts and vitality and integrity.

But the road is not what you think.  It is never what we think.  It isn't running naked, swimming with seals, or hula-hooping in rings of fire.   It isn't years of therapy or past-life regression therapy or that cleanse, and it isn't necessarily leaving, or quitting, or moving.  

The path to soul renewal has structure. containment.  safety.  It is a gentle awakening, a cautious turning of the door knob and slowly peeking inside the room of your own heart, once again, and then breath by breath, stepping in . . .  Stepping into the fertility of woman's spirit, gradually, without force . . . leaving denial and naivety behind and entering a protective space of structure and ethic, universal intelligence, nature's balance, and the ultimate soul awakening.  

This is what I do, Dear Ones.  I create and hold this sort of containment.  I offer retreats (early registration ends tomorrow), privates, and online course work.  If you are ready, you'll know it.  If you are called, COME.  

Spark.

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Sometimes I feel like I am such the "naysayer". The one who says, usually with her 'inside voice'.... "yyyyeahhhhh... but that isn't the WHOLE story."

So, I wanna talk Kondo, because I don't actually think it's "all that and the cat's pajamas"...  I mean, I think it's fine and all.  I've done it myself, years ago -- read the book... pre-kondo-netflix-rage, and it served its purpose, but it faded...  

And, in time, I forgot all about it, bought more stuff, and there I was again, in a sort of different but largely similar place. 

Why?  Because Kondo-as-kool-as-it-is STILL isn't dealing with the root issue.  Put it this way: just because you take all the stuff out of a hoarder's house, doesn't mean you take the hoarder out of the house -- comprende?

Kondo is all about "stuff"  
And YOU, my dear,
are not your STUFF  
You are WAY more
than your STUFF 


And so...I can't help but ask...
How you do GO DEEPER?
DEEPER than your STUFF?

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You, dear One, ARE that which you cannot see.  
You are the ONE who came here -- without any stuff at all
without an education
without a single pair of shoes
...and without....
(you ready for this)  
without even your name.

YOU are the ONE who was happy (for no reason),
snuggled into your mama's womb.
You ARE the subtle, the mystery...
and when you know that,

you don't want all that stuff
you don't need all that stuff
and you no longer get worked up about all sorts of "stuff".  

You are not "sparked by joy"
You are the FREAKIN' JOY!

In the vedic tradition, we say, your natural state is happiness without reason... not because you fold your t-shirts a certain way, not because you up-cycled or recycled, but because when you JUST breathe... there you find yourself, and you are pure, true, clear happiness. 

You see -- through the lens of the mystery, the spiritual, the unseen, the potential of all that is, the subtle... you can do a guhzillion things to improve your life, but there simply is NOTHING more powerful than simply turning your attention inward, and going h{OM}e to the heart of who you are. 

How?  
I am not here to give advice.
I am only here to share what works for me.
What works for me is simple:  
I press PAUSE on my life

And this means, most frequently, that I pack a bag, and I head off somewhere -- somewhere I cannot be distracted by my habits, my patterns, and my ways of being.  Now, it doesn't have to be forever.  It doesn't have to be a million miles away.  But it cannot be "business as usual".  I sneak off to a cabin.  I book a flight and go on a retreat (not just a wine & yoga retreat, but an "I'm going in and going deep" kind of retreat), sometimes alone, sometimes with others, sometimes with a teacher.  The important part is that I GO.   

WHAT GOT YOU HERE
ISN'T GOING TO GET YOU
WHERE YOU WANT TO GO


Because if you are not waking up -- every single morning-- saying, albeit quietly, serenely, to your sweet lil' self, "I love this life"...  

Then, I am here to say -- you do not have to do it this way.   There is another way... And this way is your way... and this way is the BEST way for you to walk, to live, to teach, to reach in and to share your life force, your gifts, your energy with every single person with whom you interact.

You see, I'm just here to give you choices, to hold a mirror and then offer up some alternatives, a possibility, perhaps, that I know in my bones makes a deep and lasting difference for those who have taken it.... not for just seven days, but for weeks, and months, and years to come.  

One week is a fraction of a lifetime.  And from where I sit, I've learned that I can't not do this sort of thing when it comes calling my name.

So, if it's not this retreat... this time...  I am sooo good with that.  I'm simply here to say, if it is...  if you feel the pull of the sea and the sisterhood and your soul... and if you've got the time, the miles, and the heart to pack your bag and board that plane... then, don't turn your eyes away from what is calling for you.

You are WAY bigger than that.

Strong Like That.

When I was a little girl, and I carried the five gallon bucket of water ‘all by myself’ to the barn to feed my pony, my mama told me that I was strong.

When I was I n high school and I decided to go off to college in a state some thousand of miles away, I had never even visited, I claimed to be strong.

As a young bride, I insisted upon keeping my maiden name. In doing so, I thought myself independent and strong.

When I built my own business and made my own money and did it myself, I knew, for sure, that then I was strong.

Now, as I slowly round the corner of 50, I realize that the kind of strength I long to sustain doesn’t come packaged in “that kind of strong”.

The kind of strength I’m talking about oozes with peace, presence and a deep knowing that the freedom We seek is at our fingertips - it is our birthright.

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It is to be at home wherever I roam, and to be relaxed when things feel out of my control (because most things are). It is to be the calm when the storm hits, to be the depth when people are shallow, to be the truth within myself when the world turns cold and dark. It is to be the load of love in a room full of fear.

That’s the kind of strong I long to reclaim and sustain : A woman kind of strong. A sweet, creamy, nourishing, and wet kind of strong. A magnetic, supple, enduring, truth-bearing, upward-rising, deep-rooted kind of strong.

You see, when we grip success and survivorship with white knuckles and and clenched teeth smiles, we bear down on life, and we dry up. Our skin becomes thin, our wrinkles run deep and our eyes hollow. When we tell ourselves, “I got this”… “I’m a survivor”… or “I can do it myself”… once the time of usefulness has past, we run the risk of ceasing to grow. We run the risk of starving ourselves of connection and grace, soul-nutrients and the things that make life juicy.

Instead, we begin to resemble a scraggly little plant - that without water, sunlight, and nutrients from the soil - begins to look like a twiggy, stalky, starved little being. And our whole life looks like this — not thriving, but merely and barely surviving, shallowed breath, heavy-headed, clutching to limitations, lack, and imitation.

Ritual is one of the ways humans water their parched souls. We can draw down the moon, or sit in circle as witness to each other releasing survival as substitute, finger by delicate finger. We can surround ourselves with inspiration, bask in the natural world and its wonder, fast from technology, life as we know it, and the things to which we are habituated, but no longer serve as nourishment.

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We can offer “ofrendas”, offerings, to the forest floor, the ocean, or to our ancestors. We can rise with the sun, chant to the Maker or give it all back to the Ultimate Giver in art project, act of service or song.

When we do this — and make time for this kind of depth — this kind of juicy remembrance, we find ourselves dripping in confidence that asks nothing of the world but to be as it is, and we know ourselves - as “magica pura”, pure magic, where we are our very own strong - in the most moon-juicy sort of way, where the soul needs no permissions, kind remarks to maintain its beauty, or false need to be seen, heard, validated or worthy of another’s attention or acceptance.

It is from this kind of strong, we live deep and true and certain. It is from this kind of strong where married or alone, living in the center or on the outskirts, in mansion or studio apartment, with bright red nail polish or dirt-stained hands, matters not.

It is from this kind of strong that we need not prove anything or seduce anyone, but instead we know in our soul bones that we are already peaceful, easeful, and free.

The truth is, I don’t know what is your way home to that kind of strong — only you do — some may know it is the long-overdue time to dance, or sing or paint. Another may know it is time to pack a bag and board a plane. While others may simply walk out the door barefoot and lean against the great tree.

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If you don’t know, yourself, what is your way, then never-you-mind, just pick something that feels like an approximation, a remembrance, an opening, and walk in its direction, without question, doubt or running it by the committee in your head :: decide, and go briskly.

The paths are many, and I have complete confidence, when you get there, you will remember, and you will be peaceful and free.

I’ll meet you there.

Om. Amen. Aha.




Britt is hosting a 7 day yoga and personal retreat for women March 7-13th. This retreat is intimate, deep, and ready for you. Come if you are called.



Time's Up.

“Home is an internal place. A place somewhere in time, rather than in space where a woman feels of one piece. Home is where a thought or feeling can be sustained instead of being interrupted or torn away from us because something else is demanding our time and attention. And through the ages women have found myriad ways to have this, make this for themselves, even when their duties and chores were endless.”

~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes



The only thing I can tell you is that when it’s time, it’s time.

Even if you’re not ready. Even if things are left undone. Even if today was the day you were supposed to do that other thing (or a dozen other things).

When it’s time, it is simply time.

Not because today’s a good day to go, and not because your house is clean, or because your life is all tidy, or because someone said you could.

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You go simply because it’s time.

Go where?

Go home :: — home to the internal place, to the place where your inner and outer worlds align, where you find congruency and live harmoniously among thought, word, feeling, and action.

Now, I know… I know you don’t “have” to go anywhere.

Many never do.

Many women live their lives “sleep-walking”, half human / half zombie, not ever fully aware of what is missing, as they still manage to function, speak, smile, laugh, and accomplish things. It’s quite miraculous, actually. Further yet, the zombie-ness of this state leads her to buy more shoes, drink more wine, redesign her bathroom, car-binge on the things she’d never let her kids eat, or better yet; get a puppy.

Listen, we all have our favorite methods of talking ourselves out of the one thing that is longing for our “yes”.

I know that there are a million nay-sayers and reasons to “not-go-home”, lurking around every corner. Yet, when we retrieve our instinctive knowing that we have come here to live ALIVE… that we have come here to grow and flourish and fill the well, and share our gifts from simplicity and an overflowing source of abundance, we find ourselves under some sort of soul obligation to listen because the time for sleep-walking through life has served its purpose, and the time for your soul to be on sabbatical is quite simply UP :: Time is UP.

And when time is finally up, we can’t up but turn away from all of the distractions that have carried us to this point. We cannot help but take more walks, baths, and tea breaks. We cannot help but search for meaning and purpose in the eyes of those with whom we’ve walked for so long, and turn our attention to what makes us feel most at home… in our very own hearts.

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Sometimes we write more. Other times we learn to paint or arrange flowers or start a yoga practice. Sometimes we carve out a little sacred place in a home of 30 years. Other times we sneak off to a quiet little corner of the world where we’ve never been to find, again, the one we left behind so many years ago when we thought, for good reasons at the time, that we needed to forge ahead toward dream or goal.

Take back your voice, Dear One. Take back your life that you so graciously gave to another. Take a risk. Turn to the forest, the moon, or the sea. Learn to sing. Rest. Do something that leaves footprints. Steal yourself away from your life as you know it and take the time.

It’s time.



Join Britt for a 7 day yoga and personal reflection retreat in Troncones Mexico March 7 - 13. There are a million reasons not to go :: and ONE good reason to go :: that reason is YOU.









Pulse of Her.

Om Dear Ones…

Sometimes, when I think of you, I long to take you into my arms and bring you where I am… into my heart… back home to your heart… and into the heart of the One.

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You see, when I listen, it happens. This time it happened as I sat on the beach, marinading in the richness of the previous week shared with 8 wonderful women from across the globe. When we listen, it happens. And so, I found myself remembering… who we are, as women, as sisters, as lamp holders. And I remembered the power of connection and nature, the ocean and the wind.


I am wild.  

Dirty feet 

I go barefoot on beach and jungle floor

Open sky

boundaryless horizon

secret waters

Alone, and never alone

The sound of my breath and waves

roaring in my ears 

I am wild.  

Wind-knotted hair

sun-kissed skin

I dance with moon and gull and breeze   

Leaves, tiny feathers and flowers

hitch rides on me  

I am wild.  

Stars call out to me

beckoning my heart to beat with nature

To the pulse of the reason

I was born into this world  

That which I swallowed

so many years ago

is birthed on song 

To drum beat

circling fire

In prayer

as Offering

My sisters’ stories, tears and laughter   

My essence, my purpose,

my connection to her -

all of Her - reclaimed

The infinite sky

forever changing

never ending

Lifts me up and carries me home   

And there I am

Home again 

Familiar

Whole

Free

And ever

Wild.   


It doesn’t matter what calls you. What matters is knowing and trusting that you are called — that you can’t NOT be called… because we are all called….. just like the ocean always and inevitably calls the waves back to her own belly….

You are called.

And what matters even more is that you heed the call. To the ocean, to the mountains, to the moon. GO where you are called, and let nothing — no limited thinking, no perception of lack, nothing stand between you and that which longs to speak through you.

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Because, if I dare say it out loud. It doesn’t matter if your daughter plays soccer. It doesn’t matter what college she goes to or if you approve of her boyfriend or set a curfew. And it doesn’t matter if he joins a fraternity, gets the lead part in the play or is the captain of the tennis team. What matters is that you HEED the CALL as a woman, a mother, a lover of life… and that in your actions you teach what is most important — not your words - they teach nothing. They carry no weight at all if you are striving and pushing and pulling and hanging your sail on their vessel. Teach them to listen, my Dear. Teach them to reMEMBER. Teach them that life need not be pressed down in to tidy little packages but instead lived graciously, potently, powerfully connected…. Teach them this and you, and they, and their children’s children will know Love and know what it means to be connected and free.







Both. And.

Have you ever felt like you’ve just had the HUGEST experience of all times, while at the same time it was so simple that it was profound?

That’s where I am right now.

Exactly one year ago today I boarded an airplane, with a backpack and a willingness to go wherever life wanted to guide me.   I wasn’t exactly sure what had taken me over, and many of my family, friends, and students had questioned my judgment and perhaps even my sanity.  I heard from one trusted source that a devout student of some years had said that she was “disappointed in me”.   At first, I found that gut-wrenching… but with some time and distance I realize how many of us who are teachers carry the weight of whatever projections another cannot carry herself… That’s just the way it goes. So, now I simply find myself saying, “Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do” when I feel projections coming to cage me.

And so, in that light, I disappointed a lot of people perhaps, … left yoga classes I had been teaching and communities I had been cultivating for years.  Although there was no “naming” what I was doing, I knew I was crossing a threshold of some sort—and I couldn’t go back, nor could I continue on as I had—and so, I gave it all up… or should I say, I gave it all UP (to the ultimate giver), and I simply packed a bag, said my good-byes to those who still cared to listen, and I boarded that plane.

In the last year, I’ve wandered some and traveled some.  I’ve led the most profoundly impactful retreat to date with women from across the globe.  I’ve lived in the poorest, most dangerous places I’ve ever known, and I’ve gone on a walking pilgrimage :: 50+ miles in 10 + hours — with ten thousand others, all offering their lives to the Holy Mother… I’ve walked up a mountain-top and planted myself in a 10x10 square foot area for 8 days and 7 nights, alone, without food or water… praying, listening, and drinking the wind.   I’ve made decisions that many who know and love me thought “crazy” or “irrational”, and yet… still I walked on.  I walked on because I knew that I must, even if it meant I go alone.  

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I grew apart from those who didn’t want to grow in the same direction as I was g(r)owing, and I strengthened my connection to the few who knew that what I was doing was less choice and more destiny, and a necessary passage of initiation through which I must go.   

I have attempted to “resurface” a handful of times, only to know that the timing was premature, and that I wasn’t ready.  I’m still not entirely “ready”.  But I’m close, that I know…. I’m working on a new book, a new  online program that aligns the heart of woman with the heartbeat of nature…. I’m living small and simply and foregoing renovations for the sake of wanting pretty, shiny and new, and instead I’m learning how to love what is—exactly as it is.   

If you ask me what I am doing, I must honestly answer that I am not sure, and yet I am sure it is right.   I only know that I don’t have anything to prove and I don’t want to become anything,  and that I simply want to un-become and assure myself that if I make it to old and feeble that I look back at my life, having not played it safe but instead having lived deep and bold and taken the necessary risks to make my skin crack, making way for a grand version of my soul.  

I am not sure what I am doing, exactly, and that’s okay. But I know that I want to feel what it feels like to know that in the marrow of my bones I am stronger THAN I THINK I am… I want to always be brave and wild and willing to stand in my aloneness, if that’s what it takes to keep my life aligned with the heartbeat of nature. 

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There will be more, dear Ones.   But for now, I just wanted to say that I am here, and I am chanting, and practicing, and praying on your behalf, and mine.   I am paying attention to the signs and how things make me feel, to better prepare me to do whatever is necessary to provide the space for other’s spiritual renovations, and for their acceptance for what is — as it is :: Both / And.

Pragmatically, I’m leading intimate retreats, embarking upon home construction in the house I recently purchased, to make it possible for students to come and do “home-study” with me, and to learn the Mexico I have grown to love deeply.  I also have taken on a guiding partnership role with Gather Yoga Collective, an international organization committed to supporting the growth of yoga communities and teachers across the globe, and look forward to how that will unfold in 2019. 

But really, dear Ones.   That is All.   I’m living quietly these days.  Looking in the eyes of those I love, and calling my mother more than I used to.  

I’d love to hear from you (and I’ll answer, I promise).   You can find me by sending an email to britt@brittbsteele.com or a text or call to 503-780-4034.   I would love to hear from you and to know what is most alive for you in your life, or for you to just say, “hola”.

Whatever you are doing, whether or not you have any sense of what the heck it is, and if it’s even important — KEEP GOING… You’re doing fine…. and I wish for you the most bold and simultaneously peaceful transition into 2019.  

Love,

Britt

Forgive. Give.

Forgive.  Shmergive.  Who needs it.

We all do.  

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And I have come to realize a few powerful little (life changing things) about forgiveness.

1.  We all could use a dose of it (because whether we know it or not, somewhere, somehow, buried in our past, there is something that we are holding onto (or perhaps more accurately, is holding on to us).

2.  If we feel even the slightest held back, restricted, or shut down, ultimately we are each confined by the walls we have built ourselves.  Forgiveness crumbles said walls.

3.  Forgiveness is the most powerful gift we can give ourselves.

So, dear ones… here’s a little ditty…. from one of my favorite artists and devotees on the planet — Perhaps it will help you make some sense of any anxiety, dichotomy, or discomfort you are feeling in yourself, with others, or the world)

Perhaps you’d like to read along… sometimes it goes a little deeper that way…

 

Sun coming up on the earth
Open up strong and we learn
Never done, never do we waver
Who is the one that we seek?
Who is the one within we?
I don't fear, I don't fear the answer

I know hope, it has wings
I can see a rest with the king
Let it shine, let it shine unbounded
Out of the mouth comes the water
Out of the earth came a daughter
All I hear, all I hear is to forgive... give
Forgive, forgive

Out of the hands of creator
I call out my heart day
Lead us in, lead us into patience
They drew the mist on the ceiling
Let it rain down for our healing
I know this, I know this is ancient

Well, I love you and I mean it!
Hey little child can you feel it?
Let it come, let it come full circle
Giving up on separation
Now it's time that we face it
All I hear, all I hear is to forgive... give
Forgive, forgive

Burn the sage and the cedar
Oh grandmother we need a -
A way home, a way home
With the swell of the river
Watch it come and carry us home

Burn the sage and the cedar
Oh grandmother we need a -
A way home, a way home
With the swell of the river
Watch it come and carry us home
Forgive

[Poetry Interlude: Luka Lesson]
Forgive everything that has ever happened
Life is everything we can imagine
Laid out in patterns of pain and passion
You cannot control it
So keep your compassion
There are no accidents
There are no factions
There is no us or them
Nothing to borrow or lend
No enemy or friend
And only forgiveness can make that happen
The only battle worth the fight
From the Rwandan genocide
To the Seven Sisters forgiving Orion for how he chases them across the skies every night
Forgiveness is for giving
So give yourself this gift from time to time
And let all of your mistakes
Become all of your greatest gifts
In disguise

Forgive. Forgive.  Give.  Forgive. Forgive. Forgive.  Forgive.  .... Give. 

That’s all, my dear Ones. The words of the day from my heart to yours.

Forgive. Give.

Om. Love. B

Let Your Life Speak.

Sometimes I wake at night, unable to sleep… plagued by questions that sometimes rise to the surface, and sometimes settle in my bones. Questions like,

How, then, shall I live?

Shall I live in fear?

Shall I live in the chase?

Shall I live exhausted?

Shall I live in the shadows?

Shall I live at the top? Or the bottom?

Shall I live simply?

Shall I live peacefully?

Shall I live quietly?

Shall I live well?

For me it is almost always the same, I listen and feel the anxiety well and remind myself it will pass if I turn myself in the direction of my dreams and trust and trust and trust… and then I remember.

I shall live well.

I have had in all - this lifetime. As far as I can see, everything I have set my mind or my heart to has been made manifest in my life, and I have been very very blessed in this life. But the bittersweetness of this has taught me that after ALL THAT, I realized one day when walking to the barn in the drizzling autumn rain that NONE of that would make me happy — nothing I owned, posed, offered or presented as my life would or could make me happy. Not until I was willing to settle into the solitude of my own soul and feel content in the simple, quiet well of my self.

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If you haven’t noticed, this is NOT the American dream, dear Ones.

Not even for a second are we taught to be happy with a simple, below the radar, life. Instead, the push and the strive are the norm. And as you may have heard me say in the past (to quote some old long-gone yogi), “It is no measure of health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick world”.

I am not saying the world is sick - in and through - I am just saying that “becoming” is a infliction, from which many of us suffer, and sometimes it is worth the struggle to stop with the seeking, the searching, the aspiring, the evolving, and just flat out love your self and your life exactly as it all happens to be in this sweet little moment. THAT in itself is a MEGA accomplishment.

But how do you do that? You do it by putting on the brakes; and when you do that, you will (I repeat) you WILL feel the friction.

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But, still, you must apply the brakes. And then, you look inside. You take the time you need to look, listen, and feel. And one day, you will reMEMBER (which is to bring all the “members” of your sweet soulful self back together so all parts and pieces, thoughts, feelings and actions are all moving in the same direction)… and then you listen UP. You pay attention to what the inner voice says. You put your heart at the helm, you ask your sweet self the important, and sometimes, the most difficult, questions, and you offer your life back to the “one who brung ya”….

And then… you dance; You dance with what you find…. and you listen… and you cry or talk or bow down as you must…. and perhaps you offer prayers to the moon, or the trees, or your ancestors, or your children’s children…. and again, you listen. And slowly, but surely your life begins to speak. In the words of Parker Palmer:

“Before I can tell my life what I want to do with it,

I must listen to my life telling me who I am.” 


If you need a little nudge in the direction of your heart, I’ve got one for you… myself and ten other women (perhaps one is you?) are going to be meeting up under the first new moon of the new year in 2019 and setting our intentions for listening, learning, letting go, and living right. We would love to have you join us — there are a few more days of early registration pricing.



Listen Up.

Once I had a teacher ask me if when I crawl in bed at night if I had ever asked myself, “do you deserve a standing ovation for the way you lived your life today?”

It wasn’t a question designed for me to assess my accomplishments, but rather, to ascertain if I had been fully present to the details of my life, if I had lived my life with attentiveness, heart wide open, steadfast, confident as possible, and true to who I am.

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I like to ask myself that question when I crawl in bed. Realistically, I am not expecting a standing ovation every day, but something grows in me when the answer to this question is, “Yes.”

What does it take to deserve a standing ovation? For me, it means I fully acknowledge that I am both the one presenting and I am the one in the audience - the ONLY one in the audience. I am also the ONLY one who gets to decide if I deserve that standing ovation. Applause? Yes, always (because a little self-love goes a long way), but I’m talking “above B average” — I’m talking both feet on the ground, butt out of the seat; standing ovation.

Isn’t it true that when all is said and done, we come alone and we go alone? None of us get out of here alive, and not all of us are called to be front line warriors or priests, or teachers, or laborers. We each have unique roles that we play in making this mighty world turn, and in knowing that and doing our best to show up and present our best selves, the best we can at any time for as long as we can, is truly all we can do.

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The trouble is, many of us don’t slow down long enough to listen up. (And I do mean, listen UP). There is something bigger than us within each of us that invokes our passion and desire to move in a particular direction of service or work or role in life, or even more practically — there is something bigger than us that gets us out of bed each morning. And when we listen inward and upward, we find that the voice is not only an impulse that turns our eyes in a particular direction, but it is also the greatest source of energy and balance in our lives. THAT voice is our medicine. It is our treatment for anxiety, depression, lack of clarity, lethargy, apathy, angry outbursts, curl-up-in-a-ball-melt-downs, and the inability to get out of bed in the morning. THAT voice calms us, inspires us, awakens us, and invokes us to listen UP and rise UP.

And we can ONLY hear that voice when we are willing to slow down just a little — to make time and as I like to say, to “dance with the one who brung us”. Energy follows attention and this stuff doesn’t just “happen” for most of us. Instead, you need to devote time and energy and heart space to “dance with the one who brung ya”.

We’re doing that in January if you’re feeling the pull: For 8 days and 7 nights on the ocean shore… at the exact same time the first new moon of 2019 graces us, with less than ten women, all here, there, and everywhere, for the same reason: … and it dawned on me, just this morning, that what I want to say to you is this:

If THIS year isn’t your best year yet

and you wish it WAS

Then what are you going to do to plant the seeds to make NEXT year the best year of your life?

Dear Ones, I’m not married to you going with me on this soul-awakening retreat… I’m married to going myself and providing you with wide open choices so that if you are called, you have built-in, easy peasy, plug-and-play opportunities to join us… because the world is hungry for more of us free of anxiety, depression, lethargy, apathy and instead filled with clarity, wisdom, energy, and the capacity to love deeper and truer than ever.

Loving you deep and strong, and hoping you search for inspires you somehow every day.

Om.

B







I Believe.

I have a vision for you. 
Do you have a vision for you?

I believe that we can manage the storms and struggles that come our way... not by fighting, scrapping, struggling and barely making it, but by facing our self-limiting perceptions and our small idea of who we are and what is possible on this mighty, mighty journey called life.  I'm not talking about lofty goals or accomplishments.  

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I AM TALKING ABOUT LOVE

Yat Bhavam

Tad Bavati

::as you worship so you become::

Every breath, every word, every song you hear, every choice you make... every taste, every conversation... every thought, action, intention and perception has brought you to THIS point. 

This point you call your LIFE.  

YOUR LIFE.

 All these things are how you "worship".

Don't fall back asleep.  
Make manifest YOUR vision of your life
so we might all shine bright and true and clear
for ourselves, others and the world.  

Because my heart and my eyes have been telling me that the world needs this little light of mine, and yours, and yours, and yours.... 

Let’s light this boring place on fire, shall we?

Love.Britt

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This time each year, we walk… hundreds now from around the globe. Living our yoga, practicing, loving a little deeper, speaking a little truer, finding grace and beauty in all the corners of our lives and in the world. It’s yummy, and it’s time. Learn more about Pilgrim