I’ve got to be honest. I woke this morning with a little edge of a funk.

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This happens once and a while for me… my sensitivity toward and care for our greater good and health on this planet can sometimes show up in a low grade frustration (heck, sometimes a big ole desire to scream).

I want more for us. I want more for you. I know there is a standard of aliveness and abundance that is inherent to the nature of life.

I get mad that as a collective, we still accept scarcity, struggle and stress as a normal way of being.
I get mad that we still largely buy into a victim mentality having forgotten the power within us to influence and change our reality.
I get mad that we aren’t rising up with greater passion to command more from life.

After grumbling about for a bit, I smudged. (One of my spiritual tools for clearing.) I got on the phone with a client in Europe.

As I held space for her awakening, my joy returned as I witnessed another person- right now – rising from her slumber and remembering the beauty and bounty of her soul. She reported her breakthrough’s – releasing old beliefs and declared, “I AM ALIVE AGAIN!“. I breathed in deeply the splendor of being part of yet another woman returning home to her self.

Hanging up the phone, I affirmed wisdom I have been taught. That when I feel discouraged and disgruntled about myself or the world, service brings me back to aligned purpose.

See, helping others in a way is a selfish act for me. I gain deep satisfaction in being part of my clients success. Not because it’s about me. Not because I need credit. Not because I think they are successful because of what I did. But because… that part of me that wants to lay on my death bed certain that I lived life to the fullest can know that my aliveness was made more complete in helping others reach theirs.