I dreamed about becoming a flight attendant. I just didn't know how hard the reality of it would be on me spiritually, physically, and emotionally. Yesterday was especially hard. After a passenger verbally attacked me, I remembered something another passenger had told me earlier: “Put up your force field.” I told her, “I forgot.” And I had. Not just my imaginary force field. 😂 Somewhere in the exhaustion of this season, I had drifted away from the practices that have always brought me back to myself. Prayer. Silence. Meditation. Reiki. Gratitude. So yes, I went into the airplane bathroom, did a full-body twerk to shake off the energy 😂, came back out, sat in my jump seat and practiced Reiki over myself. This morning, my best friend Jasmine reminded me of something: We pray and wonder six months later why it “isn't working.” We meditate and expect last week's peace to sustain today's life. But they're called spiritual practices because we have to keep practicing. She suggested we spend 21 days practicing gratitude together. Not gratitude FOR the difficult things. Gratitude WHILE we're moving through difficult things. Because I am in a cocoon season. I know I've outgrown some things. I know something is changing. I just can't see all of what comes next yet. But one difficult part of my life does not mean I have a difficult life. There is still so much good here. So today I created Gratitude in the Cocoon, a guided practice I need for myself. And then I realized maybe someone else needs it too. If you're somewhere between what was and what's next, I'm sharing it with you. We don't have to rush out of the cocoon. But we can remember there is still good here while we become. 🦋

Please make note of the change. No book discussion today, June 30th. I’m sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused you.

When was the last time you truly rested?