My friend Jennifer sent me this beautiful poem by Sir Thomas Browne. It spoke to me deeply: If thou coulds’t empty all thyself of self, Like to a shell dishabited, Then might He find thee on the ocean shelf And say, “This is not...
What would it feel like to “admit” your wants? What would it feel like to give yourself permission to want what you want and to change your mind whenever you want? We are “wanting machines” – as Abraham Hicks says. Wanting is holy; it’s built into us. My conversation with …
My friend Jennifer sent me this beautiful poem by Sir Thomas Browne. It spoke to me deeply: If thou coulds’t empty all thyself of self, Like to a shell dishabited, Then might He find thee on the ocean shelf And say, “This is not...