Ya know the wildest thing is that after all the trees I planted, all the kids I taught, all the volunteers I’ve organized, all the people I’ve counseled, all the money I’ve donated, all the votes cast, all the ranting and raving, all the writing, all the researching,
all of it trying to make this world a little less self-destructive,
The most potent action I’ve found isn’t an action at all.
It‘s looking at the darkest corners of my being and letting my heart bathe it all in profound acceptance.
It sounds so cheesy but I swear to god it’s true.
The Emperors Are Naked, As Are We All
The world itself appears to be in the throes of a dark night. The old structures, now demonstrably rotten, are falling apart. The nakedness of the emperors and their courtiers has been exposed, despite their desperate attempts to persuade us of the finery of their clothing. 
The Dark Night of the Soul, Afterword, page 157
There are so many teachings, teachers and practices out there in the “spiritual marketplace.”
How do we find our way through the maze?
How do we discern what is right for us and avoid what may be unhealthy or even damaging?
I’ve been exploring “should energy” over the last month. Well, way longer than that. Shoulds and I go way back. Maybe you know what I mean, as it seems it’s a common feature of being human.
I have a story to share.
This story starts with a Facebook post I made after finishing a session with a client.
“When our parents aren’t safe, available, loving gods, we become vigilant and over responsible gods, thinking it’s all up to us, with wounds in our hearts.”
It’s been a long time coming, sharing this publicly. I’d experienced it in myself, and had been seeing it with my clients for years. It has been such a pivotal part of my embodiment journey that I’m currently writing a book about it – yet never blogged about it.
I wonder if sometimes we don’t even realize there’s another way? That it is possible to not be bound to compulsions /addictions, to certain ways of being, to identification, to depression or anxiety. There seems to be a complacency or acceptance with stuff that makes us suffer. Or maybe we like our fantasies and pretend world too much, not realizing how much suffering this brings us? I wonder if we are just so used to our various “have tos” and our various dramas that we assume that’s just how it is. I come across new things in my own patterning constantly- it’s all open for exploration.