Perfectly imperfect

Perfectly imperfect

That’s what the yoga instructor offered yesterday. “In this imperfect world,” she asked, “how can you try to be perfect? Why do you try to be perfect?” The goal she offered us was imperfectly perfect, or perfectly imperfect, as I like to offer myself. Not perfectly...
Every breath is a chance to begin again

Every breath is a chance to begin again

Again yoga. Again life-changing, or at least day-changing. I’m sure the instructor was speaking about our practice that day when she offered, “Every breath is a chance to begin again,” but it pertains to so much more that my practice that day. Every day is a new...
Maybe it will never go away

Maybe it will never go away

I’ve come to realize that my waves of shame may never go away. They can be related to nothing, and they can hit me out of nowhere. I can be walking down the street, enjoying the day, and BAM! get nearly knocked over with a sense of how wrong and unworthy and vile I...
Let be. Let go. Let in.

Let be. Let go. Let in.

They’re simple sentences. They’re complex thoughts. I’m wired – I’ve wired myself – to do pretty much anything but let things be. I’ve worked at this over the years, but my first impulse is still to stir things up, make things happen, and push a little harder. That is...
It is amazing that I got out

It is amazing that I got out

I left the Unification Church so long ago that leaving it almost seems like a dream. In fact, until I went to see various Church centers and estates a few years ago, it had all felt as if hadn’t happened, even though I knew that it had. It had felt like a huge hole in...