We are being called into realization with great urgency and extraordinary beauty, and oftentimes not without difficulty.

I don't think we find compassion. I think we become the space that compassion wants to live in.

We are deep into the year of the dragon and all around the intensity of the collective pushes forward to a new age. The pieces and parts, the far-flung shades of life that make our hearts beat faster are starting to coalesce directly to the source.

Compassion is the litmus test.

You can't make yourself be compassionate, you can only keep stepping back and becoming a larger container in which compassion wants to live. The practice should open us up, and crack open our hearts again and again.

Why are we doing all these handstands, backbends and arm balances? I don't know why we're doing them unless our lives are shaped and changed.

Joy is big. Joy lives in your own drunken electrons, billions of them, spinning and dancing without end in their own intimate Universe, longing for You.