I’m feeling the spectrum.

I feel bliss as I prosper from doing what I love.

I feel joy in witnessing my clients accomplish their dreams.

And.

I feel grief as I process loss.

I feel sadness while I release.

See…

I led REACH in Sedona last week.

(Here’s a picture of me & Lindsay with our high-power client, Vanessa Shaw, turning up our mojo on the red rocks.)

Then, I flew into Seattle.

Hours later I was grieving after learning that one of my closest animal allies & beloved companions, Gracie, died.

She cracked my heart open.

Not only that, she timed her departure right before I led the bi-annual grief retreat. I’m feeling the tenderness and rawness of grief in a uniquely personal way this round.

Conscious grief work has been a part of my life for 18 years. It’s vital to my health and yes, my wealth. (You can’t prosper with unprocessed grief!)

I’m feeling simple and without many words right now, so I am inspired to share one of my favorite poems from Rumi with you.

Breathe and allow what is real for you.

THE GUEST HOUSE

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

~ Rumi