Wearing something that says: “Don’t bother me” is like an invisible impenetrable force field that ensures lack of interaction… but without people in your life there cannot be feedback to help you grow and evolve. As human beings, we need each other. So when I see someone wearing essentially a sandwich board that screams “Don’t Bother Me,” I experience a wave of sadness…
I was emailing back-and-forth on a matter with someone who does tech work for our little team of Emotional Liberation merry makers. I was asking some questions about handling a particular thing that we had to deal with. His answer was an unvarnished:
“No that’s not what I said”
How do you present yourself to the outside world? Personally, I used to hide my emotional pain and look normal enough. Professional, successful, measured. But behind that facade lived my wounded self.
As a professional embracing the judicious use of cannabis in an innovative approach to trauma resolution, I often encounter individuals worried about the aftermath of “taking too much” cannabis. Typically, their concern is linked to an undefined yet deep-seated fear that something negative might happen.
Breathing was something I didn’t really want to do for most of my life. Not that I didn’t want to breath to stay alive, but it was the breathing that meditation and yoga teachers nudged me to do… For years I attended yoga classes, and the breathing part was my least favorite.
Panic and paralysis won’t save us as we flail around, trying to get out of the nightmare.
Can I simply say that, he gets me? Stephen Dinan, the founder and president of the Shift Network said, “For a long time, I’ve wanted to find someone who could really teach us how to work with cannabis in a conscious way… show us how [cannabis] can be an ally in our growth, in our evolution, our emotional healing.”
I was stunned! The Shift Network, the largest platform for online wisdom courses with more than 3 million customers, invited me to teach a 7-week course, Harnessing the Power of Cannabis for Emotional Freedom.
Imagine you’re standing at the edge of a stage, moments away from delivering a speech… Your palms are sweaty, your heart’s pounding, and your stomach is hosting a gymnastics competition. Are you anxious – or excited?
I just want to take a moment and speak to my readers in the United States and say that my respect and compassion go out to everyone who’s genuinely wrestling with how best to resist what’s coming in the wake of Monday’s presidential inauguration. As you know I now live in Portugal for nearly 3 years, so I’m not in the frying pan. But, regardless of where you are in the world, we are all to some degree going to be held hostage to the man’s cruel whims and tantrums. At this point, the U.S. is a wobbling behemoth – the real question is when it topples who will be left in the wreckage?