A clouded heart craves happiness but will never kiss the sun
And even the noblest intentions continue casting shadow
Only through seeing with a pure heart will one find peace
Where the light is not sought, but radiates with ease
In this, one mustn’t expel effort to change the world
But instead change to seeing that we shine as it
Only then will a beautiful impact unfold naturally
When the pure heart is unclouded and acts freely
Every month I share an email for change makers and creatives with inspiring thoughts, resources, stories, and interviews to live a simplified and intentional life.
As I sit here, evacuated from our home in West Kelowna for the last 6 days because of wildfires raging through the city, I wonder how well humanity is actually dealing with climate change. And I don't mean the long-term mitigation efforts. The big 2025, 2030, or 2050...
I used to think I was scattered and inconsistent. That I was less worthy because I have tried many things and didn't hyper-specialize in one thing. But now I know that's bullsh*t. The world needs specialists, and it needs generalists - here's why. The problems we face...
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To write is to look for yourself in a mirror. Sometimes the mirror starts covered in dust, paint, or sometimes it’s shattered. To write is to build, clean, and polish that mirror. Because when you’re done, you find yourself staring back. And while you thought the...