How to Find Balance, Nurture Your Inner Divinity, and Not Drop the Ball on Everyday Life

How to Find Balance, Nurture Your Inner Divinity, and Not Drop the Ball on Everyday Life

It’s pretty tough to hear the small, still voice of your inner divinity while juggling a job, two kids, and a mortgage.

That’s why my first spiritual teacher— who insisted that I was a modern-day priestess— admonished me never to get married or have kids or dogs or even fish!

Okay, I’m exaggerating on the fish; I’m sure she thought some koi in the pond would be good for meditation. My point is she felt pretty strongly that I should avoid decisions which tempted the noise of everyday life to pull me off my center.

And let’s face it: even for the most grounded of us, the ups and downs of daily living exert their own gravitational force.

As modern-day wisdom-warriors, our primary fight is with our own wandering attention, keeping it focused so that our energy goes where we want it to and not to the gazillion other places that are happy to have an infusion of our light.
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Lost Lineage and the Democratization of Wisdom

Lost Lineage and the Democratization of Wisdom

My herbal teacher started every class with a recitation of lineage:

My name is Gina McGarry. My teacher was Rosemary Gladstar, whose teacher was Juliette de Baïracli Levy, whose teachers were the Romani gypsies.

I carried this opening recitation into my own teaching, working backwards through the generations of people who had refined and nursed the knowledge that allowed me and—through me—my students to step into deep relationship with the medicine plants.

In over eighty hours of herbal training, it was this five-minute recitation which cracked open hearts and most prepared students to step into the work ahead. Knowing they were part of a lineage of Medicine Keepers created a profound sense of trust and belonging.

For many, at odds with their families and out-of-sync with religious codes, this was the first time they felt a part of something which stretched back through the ages, anchoring them to ancestral energy.

At my first herbal conference, I briefly met Juliette de Baïracli Levy. I was awestruck not because she was a world-renowned writer on herbs and veterinary practices but because she was the twice great-grandmother of the Medicine I carried in my heart. I would not be the woman I am today if Juliette, whom I never knew personally, hadn’t shared her wisdom.

Within the herbal community, a deep reverence is nurtured for lineage and the lessons only many years of living can distill. The wisdom keepers who carry and pass knowledge, teacher to student, generation to generation, are honored and cared for. The elders at that first herbal conference had trails of young people refreshing their tea, bringing them chairs, and running countless errands.

As I watch the influx of new healers and baby shamans on my Instagram and Facebook feeds, a large part of me rejoices. Knowing that this knowledge—seeded by so many hands over so many generations—is in full burgeoning bloom brings tears to my eyes.

And yet…

As wisdom gets democratized and shared out by a myriad of voices, we lose the sense of lineage... Click To Tweet

…one which we’ve worked so hard to establish. When we don’t link ourselves into the chain of knowledge passed hand-to-hand we lack a sense of support, of groundedness, on our path.

We lose the awe and honor of being a trusted keeper of hard-won medicine passed generation to generation.

And perhaps most importantly, we lose the person who gently chides us to work harder, to learn deeper, and to explore the vast reaches of our consciousness and come into a better way of being.

It was late autumn in Ireland when I began seeing dead birds in the cow’s field. I was gathering hawthorn berries and noticed the small black bodies under the power line. I remember coming in the back door, shucking hat and boots and delivering a basket of berries to Gina.

There are dead birds under the power line, I reported. Maybe we should call the power company.

Gina looked up from where she was sorting the berries. You left them there? she asked.

Um, yes? I said wondering what the heck else I was supposed to do.

Take care of them, she instructed. It’s time you learned to deal with death.

Building a cairn for small broken bird bodies was as much a part of my studies as memorizing the Latin names of the members of the Rosaceae family.

These universal metaphors and symbols are powerful stuff. They awaken ancient knowings within us by mere exposure. Your teacher needn’t have decades of knowledge: if she shares with you a bit about the patterns of nature, your own inner-knowing will spark and you’ll find your way to deeper relationship.

This allows for democratization of wisdom: those who are but a step further on the path can turn back and help the next person in turn.

It is beautiful and a bit miraculous: the symbols are the keys and anyone can pass you a set.

And yet…

When I look at gorgeous photos of herbal mandalas on Instagram or hear a friend’s excitement about learning essential oils from the Sales Team Leader at Big Name Essential Oil Company, I can’t help but wonder:

Who will insist she bury the birds to learn the lessons of life and death?

Who will call her to task when she steps out of integrity with herself?

Which ancestors will whisper secrets as she moves into the dark forests of her calling?

How do we assure connection to the lines of lineage and pass on the tradition of honoring the elders of our sacred tribe?

Sending hugs—

In the Face of Hate, the Necessary Work of Transmuting Helplessness into Healing

In the Face of Hate, the Necessary Work of Transmuting Helplessness into Healing

My sister did her Master’s degree in Haifa, where she fell in love with an Israeli man. Their courtship was conducted in running shoes—first jogging on the beaches of the Mediterranean and later in airports running to catch Trans-Atlantic flights.

Now she and her family live in Israel. Summers are when we gather here in the States to catch up, hang out and try to find meals that everyone—the gluten intolerant, the meat loving, the vegetarians and the vegans—will eat.

One afternoon my sixteen-year-old nephew and I were chatting on the deck. I’ve lost the entirety of the conversation but this bit stood out starkly against the blue-gray backdrop of the bay:

Jewish Holidays are all the same. They go like this:

They hate us.
They tried to kill us.
We survived.
Let’s eat…

…It gets boring after a while.

My nephew was jocular as he made this pronouncement but a sliver of horror edged toward my heart.

And then images from Charlottesville: chanting zealots bring “they hate us” from past tense to present.

Oppression gets into your DNA. How many bloodlines carry this double helix of fear and anger?

Whether your people were the oppressed or the oppressors, when hate overruns a country, no one escapes. Click To Tweet

Years ago I did a semester abroad in Rome. My closest friends were a group of German students also studying in Italy. Generations after World War II, my German friends still felt deep shame for the Holocaust…and me? I didn’t mention my German friends to my Jewish family because I wasn’t sure it was okay to have German friends.

Hate and oppression become a Pandora’s box that future generations have to unpack.

How do we transmute our feelings of helplessness into healing? Rose petal elixir and hawthorn tea aren’t going to do the trick.

Hate and anger seem monolithic and unapproachable.

Shifting our focus from the macro to the micro, from the greater vision to actionable steps, lets us move from idealism into empathic action.

I grew a business at the juncture of healing and nature because I wanted to save the world. Yet every action I took as a person, or we took as a business, felt inconsequential, one grain of sand in the vast Saharan desert.

When we started to work with a branding person on the business, we were asked to think about our raison d’être a little differently than we had in the past. We defined our top-tier vision for the world, our ideal (this is all the Wonder Woman stuff, like keeping plants and animals and even humans from going extinct). This top-tier vision is our greatest prayer, our utopian vision, our driving force.

Next thing we had to think about was supporting that ideal vision. What actions could we promise to take (a promise we will always fulfill) toward making the ideal a reality. And so we made a brand promise to nurture the people who nurture the planet.

And something amazing happened: clearly defining the vision as separate from the action that supports it helped me understand how I could actually make a difference in the world.

While I don’t know how to keep the plants on the list of endangered species from becoming extinct, I do know how to nurture people. I’m pretty good at it. It’s doable and at the end of the day I can assess how well I did at nurturing.

So I’ve been applying this thinking to the frisson of hate rippling through our world. What’s my ideal? A world where people cherish diversity and can disagree without violence.

What’s the promise I can make toward this vision? The action steps I will take over and over again?

I came up with two (and maybe these will inspire you to find yours):

1. I will use my voice…

…because each of us who raises our voice or our pen gives someone else the courage to say “this is not okay.” I can use my voice to plant seeds of courage so someone can say to their father or neighbor or childhood friend “Let’s talk about this hate that’s happening in our country.” It’s these small conversations which can actually be heard and create change: I know my blog is preaching to the choir; my goal is to make sure the choir knows they are not alone.

2. I will blow up the myth of homogenization.

Hate wants to think in terms of stereotypes. Jews, Lesbians, Blacks…

But we’re all unique beings, no two the same. We are singular and a part of this larger thing called humanity.

Always keep 2 pieces of paper in your pockets. One says, “I am a speck of dust;” the other, “The world was created for me.” (Rabbi Bunim)

It’s time for each of us to shine his or her own unique light. We’re not stereotypes, we’re individuals with unique gifts to share.

But we have to do more than simply step into the power of being our true selves—we’ve gotta take that shiny self out in the world and be kind. Look people in the eye. Listen to them. Extend your empathy in all directions.

It’s easy to hate a stereotype, it’s harder to hate a person who’s standing in front of you offering a smile or a kind word or a cookie.

Small action steps toward a larger vision.

Need more inspiration? Listen to the mother of Heather Heyer, the woman who was killed in Charlottesville, talk about what we all can do to honor Heather’s death.

Tell me, what’s your vision for the world? And what’s your promise to the world and yourself?

Big Hugs—

Spiritual Drivel, Hungry Souls, and Platitudes as a Defense Against Diving Deep

Spiritual Drivel, Hungry Souls, and Platitudes as a Defense Against Diving Deep

“Everything’s sacred,” she wrote… with her thumbs, I’m figuring, since this was Instagram.

Maybe she would have written more had she had a few fingers at her disposal.

But maybe not.

Sacred is trending and witch is a fad, so much so that Vogue (yes, the fashion magazine Vogue) recently had a “witchy week” and featured photos of altars grabbed from… you guessed it… Instagram.

A woman on Facebook told me this trend is helping more women to connect with their inner witch…

….then she proceeded to tell me she couldn’t work with smokey quartz because it’s dark and she hasn’t yet learned to work with her own darkness, let alone a stone’s darkness.

Who’s feeding her this drivel, I wondered, and how much is she paying for it?

Buying someone else’s ideas of the sacred does not connect you with yourself or with source. Click To Tweet

The drive toward witchiness is propelled by a deep-seated yearning for a seat at life’s table and a meal that’s rich, deep, satisfying and full of wonderment. I get it and I too desire it with my whole vibrating being.

But as is the way with trends, this longing is being met on the surface, with luscious faerie photography and gorgeous Instagram altars. It’s a feast for the eyes, but unless it goes deeper, your soul will still be leaving hungry.

Don’t get me wrong: beauty, in and of itself, can connect you deeply with spirit. Your soul is fed through your senses– that’s how you replenish and refill. But not everything spiritual is beautiful. Sometimes the landscape of the soul is dark, dank, and covered in snot. Those moments aren’t artfully arranged or filled with flowers and glittering crystals.

And yes, this too, is sacred: it’s the catharsis which allows us to turn pain and fear and anger into compost to fertilize new growth (…and if you tell someone that while they’re pulling themselves out of the pit of despair, you may end up with a very sacred black eye).

But acknowledging the sanctity of snot doesn’t—by any stretch—mean everything is sacred.

Conscious cruelty, nihilism, acts which greedily take life or energy, for no reason other than to see it destroyed? These are the definition of profane.

And if we don’t see them as such, or we forget about sacred’s shadow while we’re arranging beautiful altars for our Instagram feed, we’re stepping into neither spirituality nor power.

It’s easy to excuse each others’ platitudes saying “Oh, well, it’s just Facebook.” But mindfulness demands more from us.

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And you’re missing a key component of wisdom: the open channel between head and heart. This marriage of thought and feeling connects you with other people from a place of empathy, allowing for meaningful dialogue about the stuff that matters.

And when you connect with stuff that matters? Your soul begins to feel pleasantly full.

Find what makes your soul sing and dance with it. Pull it close, feel it’s heartbeat, know it’s layered dimensions. This connection is the essence of the spirit, the truth of being spiritual.

It’s the connection that matters. Everything else—the sage smudge, the altar, the raven feathers—are simply tools to help you get there.

Once you find this connection, don’t diminish it or you with spiritual platitudes. Romance your life, look it deep in the eye, and refuse to look away… not even to snap a photo for Instagram.

Big Hugs,
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Stories as Soul Maps to Heal What is Broken

Stories as Soul Maps to Heal What is Broken

What if stories are soul maps to heal what is broken?

Remember the movie Erin Brockovich?

In case you never saw it, here’s the 20-second recap:

Erin Brockovich (played by Julia Roberts) is a down-on-her-luck single mom desperately searching for a job. Unfortunately what she finds instead is a car accident. She sues the doctor who hit her but the Universe is unforgiving and she loses her case.

With nowhere else to turn, she browbeats her accident attorney into hiring her as a clerk at his office. While doing the filing, Erin notices some medical records tucked into a file for a real estate deal. She gets curious, does some digging, and uncovers a huge environmental pollution cover-up by Pacific Gas and Electric Company, which she doggedly pursues—with the help of said lawyer—successfully exposing the crime and getting reparations for the victims.

I haven’t seen the movie in years so I was pretty surprised when a friend explained that she’d taken her new job because of Erin Brockovich.

Huh? I thought.

Here’s the thing my friend focused on: Erin takes a seemingly dead-end, no-respect kinda job and, with a bit of gumption, uses it as a launch pad to save the state of California. Okay, maybe half the state of California, but you get my point: dead-end job leads to a calling of super-hero proportions.

My friend was nine-to-five hesitant. Actually let’s call a spade a spade: there was no way on God’s green earth she was gonna do the nine-to-five thing. She felt like taking a regular job would keep her from stepping into her “real” work in the world. But seeing Erin Brockovich gave her a new story. She was able to over-ride the story in her head once she had a new one to take its place.

What this seemingly odd chain of events showed me was the importance of story in our lives.

My friend couldn’t comprehend a nine-to-five job being anything other than a soul-numbing drag until she was shown a story which flipped her assumptions on their little hard heads. Watching Erin Brockovich gave her the story of a different path forward.

My brain spooled back to grad school. My mother was hardly speaking to me and my father was in “fix it” mode because I was dating a woman. In the emotional chaos of that time what actually unraveled me was the realization that I now stood outside the stories. That every single fairy tale or novel where girl meets boy was no longer about me.

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When I look back at my own life I see how adrift I felt when there were no stories to guide me: when my medical doctor said to me I can tell you’re sick. Western medicine isn’t going to have any answers but maybe Chinese medicine or Ayurveda will I didn’t look for a story of someone who had healed through non-Western means. Instead I stumbled around Manhattan, visiting homeopaths in dark basement offices and high-end acupuncturists with a year’s worth of rent hanging on the modern art-clad walls of their waiting rooms.

I felt disembodied and map-less because my old story—that medical doctors could heal everything—was no longer true but I hadn’t found or even looked for a story to take its place.

I hadn’t realized I needed a story.

Which got me thinking: what if, the next time you (or I) get stuck, we search out a better story? What if we actively and consciously look for the tale which lets us break through our preconceived notions and find an unexpected solution to our problems?

 

“If you believe in only facts and forget stories, your brain will live, but your heart will die.”

— Cassandra Clare

 

Maybe stories are soul food, nourishing us on levels we can't even comprehend. Click To Tweet

Or maybe stories let us access superpowers we don’t realize we possess.

And thank goodness, right? ‘Cause I can think of a couple of states in need of saving.

Oh, and by the way, Erin Brockovich is still out there uncovering environmental travesties. Find her at https://www.facebook.com/ErinBrockovichOfficial/.

Hugs—

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You’re Gonna Get Pushback (and That’s Okay) and Other Shareables As I Begin My 49th Turn Round the Sun

You’re Gonna Get Pushback (and That’s Okay) and Other Shareables As I Begin My 49th Turn Round the Sun

We gain a year, a “birthday,” at the end of the cycle. So you’re born, you make it through a year, and you get the tally mark for that year (your first birthday) when it’s complete and you’re beginning your second year.

I’ve made it through 48 years and I’m embarking on the forty-ninth…. which is feeling pretty friggin’ profound. So I’m taking stock… and sharing the bounty of this glorious, messy life:

1. You’re gonna get pushback for staying true to you… and that’s okay.

When you step outside other people’s notions of how things should be done, you’re gonna get some pushback… and that’s actually not a bad thing. Pushback makes you dig deep and find your stick-to-it-ness, your grit. Finding this deep well of self will get you through the times when you’re the only one who believes in your vision.

2. Most things that advance society happen outside the lines.

From Marie Curie to Steve Jobs, people who create change have a willingness to push ideas that seem impossible, absurd, revolutionary, or counter-culture. So see number 1, then dig in, dig deep, and stay true to you.

3. Bringing something new into the world will stir up a bit of chaos.

Creativity isn’t neat. It doesn’t start at 9 and end at 5. It’s okay to be messy, to experiment, to screw up, to change course… When you do, you’re probably gonna get some pushback. See number 1.

4. Reading it in a book or hearing someone else describe something is not the same as true knowing.

To know a thing you need to experience it: taste it, smell it, feel it. You need to see how your body dances with it and your soul sings to it. Book knowledge is someone else’s knowing; take it from your head to your heart to your hands to make it your own. And don’t just do this once and call it good. Take the time to practice and master it. You don’t know how to bake a cake just ’cause you did it once; you know how to bake a cake when you can replace missing ingredients with what’s available in your cupboards because you understand the fundamental make-up of cake.

5. Buying into someone else’s wellness plan is a disservice to your body.

Taking an herb or supplement ’cause your BFF takes it is simply absurd. Your body came into this world unique and it becomes more so with every experience and germ you encounter. Tending to your body takes empathy and respect and commitment. It is so worth it to find people who can support you and let them help you to stay healthy and whole (before you get sick). ‘Cause your body? It’s your most important tool for connecting with your spirit and living your dreams.

6. Buying into someone else’s spirituality is a disservice to your soul.

You’re never gonna find your own truth if you keep buying into someone else’s. Your DNA is built on the memory of generations and your soul on the imprint of stars. Tune in, check in, and see what your body knows. You might be surprised.

7. Follow your gut even if your head doesn’t know why.

To be a whole person you’ve gotta live in your whole being. So get out of your brain. Do a gut check and listen to this non-verbal but oh-so-wise part of yourself.

8. When you engage deeply with life, it engages with you.

Ever watch a bird and find it watching you back? The world is vibrant and alive and oh-so-magical when you give it a chance to be.

9. Go with the weird superpowers.

At my retreats I’ve started doing this… thing: I read people’s auras while I’m smudging them (LOL— I always wanted to be psychic— maybe it’s finally happened! Happy Birthday to me!). But seriously, it’s totally oddball and I love it. The smoke seems to tell me stories, igniting my intuition and letting me see deep and true. Yeah, I could resist. But why? There’s so much joy in giving in to your superpowers, whatever shade of weird they might be.

 

So go forth and live weird, be engaged, create a little chaos, and be true to you. If you can’t do it for yourself, do it as a birthday present for me. ‘Cause I truly believe that the only way we’re gonna push to needle and overcome some of the situations our society has gotten itself into is if each of us shows up as our best, truest, deepest self.

Shine bright!

Hugs—

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