Princess Sassy Pants & Co.™

I often write about resting. The rest I’m referring to is more than naps and even more than not doing anything. It is an inner sense of trust in something bigger than ourselves. It’s an experience of being carried, enveloped in love, guided…the real sense that we are not alone.

It’s not that we don’t do anything when we are truly resting; actually, many times, a lot more seems to get done. When we are truly resting, the doing is done through us; we become the beholder of what is being done rather than the doer, which is glorious!

It’s more than this, though; it feels like a heavy weight is lifted from deep within…a weight of responsibility that was never yours to carry.

Giving ourselves permission to rest is far from self-indulgence or laziness; it allows a weary world to lay down burdens that we often aren’t even aware we are carrying. What we do for ourselves, we do in service to all.

No matter the storm, a light is always shining within you. I know this doesn’t seem true sometimes, but it also looks like the trees die in the winter, the sun is swallowed by the ocean at night, and the world is flat.

Just because something seems true doesn’t necessarily mean it IS true. And the more we go within and learn to look past the noise, the more we begin to see the beautiful, eternal light that is now and always has been shining. Its light has never been dimmed by one single storm.

The love we seek is seeking us; it’s always been inside, waiting for an invitation.

She searched here, there, and everywhere and discovered that all she had been seeking was within her all along.

All the failures weren’t failures at all; she had just been looking in the wrong place. In order to find something, anything, one must look to where it exists. Don’t look outside of yourself, and you’ll find everything you long for…and so much more.

One of the most delicious mistakes I’ve ever made.

I think I might single-handedly keep the ice cream industry thriving. Hey, it’s a public service. My favorite flavors are, uh, who am I kidding? The flavors I don’t like would be a far shorter list. If I had to pick just one, it would be a banana split. Wink.

What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?

Can you find Prince Pup?

Rest. Lay down your struggles and rest. If only for a moment. You are loved and cared for beyond comprehension. Right here. Right now. No matter what it might look like, this is still the only truth. Rest.

Your heart is always singing this song to you and wants only for you to hear its sweet melody. It will never stop singing to you. Nothing you can do or ever have done could change this.

Resting is so much more than not doing anything or not moving; it’s a sense of trusting and stepping aside. It’s resting in the loving arms of the Infinite and trusting that we are safe and always cared for.

I must warn you: if you don’t want to have indescribably beautiful experiences, a sense of never being alone, and a deep sense of peace and joy, don’t practice doing nothing. Stay very, very, busy. Wink.

I’m happily chugging along in a direction. Boom! An obstacle falls in my path that I can’t go around. I used to get upset when this happened, but now I feel grateful because it’s clear guidance that I am headed in the wrong direction. I have had way too many experiences now that have proven that these obstacles protect me from driving off a cliff.

When this happens, it doesn’t always Continue Reading »

“Why am I here?” I asked inwardly. I had been living in a deep spiritual state for quite some time when every door closed, and I had the choice between living on the street or staying with my dad.

Dad and I had a long history of hostility. We were left with him after Mom passed; he had a lot of demons and was an abusive alcoholic. I saw him through kinder and gentler eyes after I began having profound spiritual experiences, but I still didn’t want to live with him. God had other plans.

“You are here for a reason,” the inner Voice that had become so familiar to me responded, and I knew I was right where I needed to be.

Over the next several months, Dad and I baked together and laughed while I redecorated his house. One day, as he stood in the living room doorway teasing me, I knew he wouldn’t be here much longer. A couple of months later, I lived at his hospital bedside. I read him letters I wrote late at night while he slept, sang softly to him (much to his dismay), and cared for him as he transitioned.

Even when the doctors said he was no longer responsive, I could still feel him communicating with me and felt a deep, inexplicable peace. People would enter the room and remark about the feeling in the room.

“What happened between you and dad?” my siblings would ask. What happened? What happened is that I saw him. I saw through what he seemed to be to what he always was hiding behind that dark glass, and I adored him beyond words.

He communicated with me until his last breath, and the next morning, I awoke to his voice within me. It was him, but so gentle and kind that I almost didn’t recognize him. “Thank you, my daughter, my friend, my spiritual sister. I didn’t understand the importance of what you are doing, but I do now. You helped me more than you know, and now I’m here to help you.” I continued to hear him for a long time.

I have seen that we are always right where we need to be. There aren’t any mistakes. Trust. Ask for help to see the gifts right where you are today.

I started meditating many years ago during yet another very challenging period. I had tried everything, looked under every rock for some sense of solace, and found none. I had no idea what I was doing when I began; all I knew was that the only place I hadn’t looked was within and that I had nothing to lose by trying.

Maybe due to the desperation I felt, or perhaps it was some other reason that I have no knowledge of, but Continue Reading »