
My grandfather recently took a sharp turn from function to malfunction. His process was an incredible mirror of how precious our physical existence is. This gift of life is the gift of experience and expression that are shaped in time and space. As I clung onto his life, he peacefully let go, and in that moment of passing the miracle of life (and death) was more apparent than ever. It seemed clear that life is not meant to be wasted. The urgency to make a difference NOW sprung forth with fury.
I want to make a difference. I want to be the best I can be. I want to taste life with all its sweetness and bitterness. I want to share my gifts with the world.
These things require the courageous act of journeying towards the heart- one’s truth. If this sounds airy-fairy, try it for one day. I dare you! This journey requires taking responsibility for your words, actions, reactions, commitments, sacrifices, and risks. The reward isn’t waiting at the other end- it is woven into each moment. So please, stop and taste the sweetness… wake up, shake off the acquired numbness, listen intensely to your deepest desires, and perhaps try something new.
I’ve made my declaration. How about you? What action will you take today to feel alive? What disciplines and freedoms do you commit to? What do you really want in life? Stop a moment, don’t just read; reflect. I double dare you to answer these questions before continuing on;) Write them down. Then commit to an action today. It is in your hands to make it happen.
Consciousness (God) created itself (life) in order to experience itself, (Shiva Sutra I) so let the inquiry of life and all its oppositions begin NOW (roughly Patanjali I.I)! Why wait? Time is guaranteed to no one.
Be curious. Be courageous. Be honest.
With love and light,
Sarah
This post is dedicated to Papa (John) Tacy, a salt-of-the-earth man who lived with great love and humor. (Waterskiing at 84)
to do list while staying on top of my business and studies. Amongst all the wedding tasks my personal “to do” list sits heavily on my shoulders reminding me that ther
As I change directions on my bike the wind seems to come out of nowhere pushing against my efforts. Pause. I didn’t know it was windy? So it was pushing me, aiding me all along? I couldn’t feel it at all, yet now that it is coming at me, providing a challenge, it is inescapable. The obvious point now hits me right in the face, there are myriads of things working for me, supporting me, pushing me along and I don’t recognize them until one of those constant supports shifts to a challenge.

” developed by yours truly. No big task :0
December 7th-20th 2010



