Acceptance is one of the cornerstones of a wise, relaxed, fulfilling, and soul-aligned life. One of the best ways to discover where you need to invite more acceptance into your life is by observing the most “tense” areas of your life. You are likely bringing a lot of resistance to this area, perhaps by expecting that people should act differently or “be” a certain way in order for you to be “happy.” Remember, acceptance isn’t about being passive, it is about actively loving, surrendering, and allowing people and situations to be exactly as they are without conditions (within reason). This applies to your emotions as well! When there is resistance to your emotions, there is suffering. But when there is acceptance, there is well-being. Ask yourself, “What areas of my life am I experiencing the most tension in?”


“No one’s life should be rooted in fear. We are born for wonder, for joy, for hope, for love, to marvel at the mystery of existence, to be ravished by the beauty of the world, to seek truth and meaning, to acquire wisdom, and by our treatment of others to brighten the corner where we are.”

— Dean Koontz, Life Expectancy: A Novel

Healing resources:

Beauty After Bruises

Irene Lyon  – her older youtube videos are really excellent

Tanya Markul on Instagram, also goes by ThugUnicorn.  Beautiful life-poetry.

Abramaham-Hicks – countless YouTube videos and many books.  Completely altered my perspectives.

– You Are The Placebo, Dr Joe Dispenza
– Braiding Sweet Grass, Robin Wall Kimmerer
– The Hidden Life of Trees, Peter Wohlleben
– Mary Oliver … everything she’s written!

~~~ Be Love

This Morning I Watched the Deer
By Mary Oliver, from Why I Wake Early (2004)

This morning I watched the deer
with beautiful lips touching the tips
of the cranberries, setting their hooves down
in the dampness carelessly, isn’t it after all
the carpet of their house, their home, whose roof
is the sky?

Why, then, was I suddenly miserable?

Well, this is nothing much.
This is the heaviness of the body watching the swallows
gliding just under that roof.

This is the wish that the deer would not lift their heads
and leap away, leaving me there alone.

This is the wish to touch their faces, their brown wrists—
to sing some sparkling poem into
the folds of their ears,

then walk with them,
over the hills
and over the hills

and into the impossible trees.

Why I Wake Early – Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–
good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.


Cohabiting with wild animals is tricky.  I figure WE are the invader. Humanity has decimated wildlife habitats.  It becomes a balancing act. Live traps,  making an area inaccessible or undesirable are our methods for dealing with anything we don’t want in certain areas.  To me, every creature except humanity, is attuned with this planet we call home.  They live in balance.  There is an ebb and flow with their existence.  A grace, a purity of spirit.  To make long eye contact with a squirrel or deer or fox or any animal, wild or domestic, is to see a soul that makes mine hunger to merge with that shining light within them.  They are truly authentic, without artifice.  The have humor, sadness, joy,  quirkiness … a vast array of emotions, as we do.

Be Love ~

Dream freely. Envision excellence.
Cherish your creations. Exude enthusiasm.
Be inspired. Inspire others.
Take pride in you. Recognize inner beauty.
Draw on inner strength. Look inside your soul.
Create peace. Seek truth. Spread joy.
Embark on adventure. Launch new ideas.
Think big. Invoke positives. Live fully. Reach out.
Aim high. Find happiness. Expect the best.
Be the best.  Believe in yourself.

~ Jan Michelsen