You. Me. Every bird. Tree in the forest. Concrete overpass. Shiny star in the night sky. It’s all the same thing—God Stuff. There is only one Source of the magnificent Isness that everything is made of.
God forming into individualness and then reforming back into oneness, and reforming again into individualness is the cycle that goes on and on.
Imagine this process as God breathing in and out. Breathing into oneness and out again to individuals.
Your version of spirituality doesn’t have to look like my version. You have the freedom to connect, commune, and enjoy your Soul in any way you choose.
This may look like meditation, yoga, baying at the moon, painting a mural, dancing in the street, banging on the drums, shooting hoops, cooking, walking in nature, and much more. The options are endless.
You’ll know how you like to flow, express, and be in harmony with your Soul by the way it feels.
Humans love to remember the past and dream about the future, but the only time that truly exists is the Here and Now. This beautiful present moment is where all possibilities live at once.
When you tap into the fullness of present moment awareness, you can access anything you want to know, be, do, or have. Everything is here waiting for you to recognize that it already exists.
From The Little Book of Big Knowing by Michele Sammons
What if there isn’t one right choice of how to live your life? What if there is not a giant door with a sign on it that reads The Right Choice— this way? What if finding your purpose, career, or mate is more about making little decisions every day that feel good and naturally shift you into a place of Soul-alignment?
from The Little Book of Big Knowing by Michele Sammons
It’s easy to live life on auto-pilot. Not really paying attention. Phoning it in.
But only by being fully conscious in the present moment of your thoughts, choices, desires, state of being, and actions can you genuinely know who you are.
Being self-conscious is being self-aware. Self-awareness is an inner listening of the Soul.
Listen intently, my friend. Listen consciously.
From The Little Book of Big Knowing by Michele.
You’ve embarked on an incredible journey. It’s incredible because you’re journeying home to your most intimate-self. Sometimes this self looks like creativity. At times, it can feel like spirituality; possibly the challenge of self- love or playful lightheartedness. It has many different flavors, but it all leads to the same place. Home. Home to self.
I’ve resisted surrendering for a long time. Part of me hates the thought of giving up, giving in, and possibly not getting what I want. This is the aspect of me that likes control. The part of me that is addicted to the outcome and results. This part of me secretly loves all spiritual talk about creating my reality, manifesting, and living on purpose. It relishes the Law of Attraction because this part of me wants to control my life circumstances.
I have weeble-wobbles scattered all over my house and office. They’re a fun reminder that when I wobble from my home-base vibration of love, joy, and eagerness, I can easily regain my balance again.
Nothing really ever topples us or turns us upside down for too long because, at our core, we are firmly balanced in the love of Source.
Today we’re celebrating by taking the day off!
Yep, you heard me.
Chill out today—eat a popsicle, take a nap in a hammock, watch the sunset.
Go ahead; you’ve got permission to have lazy bones.
Relaxing, resting, enjoying, taking pleasure in being without doing is an integral part of the Spiritual Journey. We tend to dismiss it because it feels too easy, or boring, or pointless, or counter-productive.
I believe in everyday magic. Magic that exists all around us all the time. Created for our own selfish happiness—supernatural delights, artistic dreams realized, and tiny miracles.
Lightening bugs, fireworks, full moons, Christmas lights, rainbows, and the bewitching hour of dusk serve as little jolts of joy for me.
What’s your everyday magic?
I used to shy away from the word ritual. Instead I liked the word process or routine, but I’ve come to embrace “ritual” once I defined it for myself.
For me, a ritual is an act that has sacred intention weaved through it. My energy and thoughts about the act make it sacred, inject holiness into the act.
For example, a person can drink red wine or one can drink communion.
My connection to the Universe doesn’t always show up in forms that I prefer.
For example, I see the numbers 911 a lot. I mean a whole lot.
For years (no joke—years), this really bugged me. I was pissed that my synchronicities showed up in numbers that either meant an emergency was imminent or a reminder of one of the worst days in American history.
Other people find white feathers and heart-shaped stones as their signs from the Universe,