Oh sure, you have touched its sanguine heart. You have even rested for moments at a time in its folds, riven with sumptuous delight. But when it comes to possessing it, the obstacles FEEL insurmountable. No wonder your shoulders ache all the time. You are burdened endlessly by hopelessness, fear, numbness, rage, frustration, and above all, a sense of being righteously excluded from paradise. It does not have to be this way!

And from this stillness, walk resolutely, with tears streaming (as they surely will), into the heart-promise of this harvest we have called forth today. Do the work of ripping up weeds from your inner garden. Check your pockets for a multiplication of that original seed. Cast every last morsel of promise upon the bone-dry ground. Prepare the storehouse for more than you think it can hold. Water the land of your inner world as best you can. Remember, your tears are more powerful for coaxing forth the first fruits of this harvest than you can even imagine. But a smile brings torrents of rain (living water straight from your belly) and bright, brilliant sunrises in your eyes.

Learn how to Navigate the Space Between Trauma and Triumph without Succumbing to the Siren Song of the Familiar

More is possible. But first, you must let go of the cocky sense of reassurance your emotional healing has given you and get down to the nuts and bolts of creating the inner and outer structures your expectations demand.

Today you are a wild and joyous occasion waiting to unfurl its wings. You cannot forget this in the face of travesty. You cannot look these times in the eye and then let them win. You cannot allow this moment in history to clip your wings. You must begin to dream again. Learn why and how.