have you danced?



As someone who is herself running a bit too fast these days (and by a bit I mean waaaay too much), I’m fascinated by the concept of self-care as if from a distance. “I will have time for that someday” has been my subconscious dialogue. This state of affairs is of course unsustainable, and this weekend, which I had carved out to continue working, did not go as planned as I had multiple signs from the universe to put on the brakes and slow down.

There is a tetrad of questions a medicine person in a shamanic culture would ask me if I went to them in my stressed out mode: “When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?”

I find these to be powerful questions, particularly this…

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Dying Every Single Day for Months in Manhattan…

From Mira Prabhu, the gifted writer and mystic currently residing at Arunachala

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IMG_9929_statueA brilliant monk held a motley crew of us dharma students in thrall for many years in the Big Apple. All right, he’d drawl as his eyes lazily scanned the room. Soyou’re all so cool with your stylish black wardrobes and your sophisticated friends. You live in the hippest city in the world and you think you’re doing great. And in the eyes of the material world, that’s true—fat paychecks, nice apartments, great social life, lookin’ good, lookin’ good.

He’d pause for effect then continue into rapt silence. But tell me: what’s the one thing your bosses can never recompense you for? Ah! You got it, smart people—it’s precious human time! Some of you are doing wonderful things for the sake of humanity. Yes, there are literally thousands of good things you can do with your lives—but, if you listen to the great mystics, the highest goal of human life is…

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