- Heart Signal
- How to Hear Your Heart’s True Voice (And What Happens When You Follow It)
Want to see what happens when you actually follow it? A sofa cushion on the deck, a job that appeared from nowhere, a life turned toward True North. Let's go in.
- Committing to the Spiritual Journey: A Poem
There comes a moment when you can't pretend any more that you didn't hear it. I wrote this poem when I put my metaphorical backpack on and committed to the road, wherever it led. Listen for the bells.
- Fear means GO not STOP! Make your Heart Sing
Listen, step. And when you're preparing instead of stepping, fear gets loud. Here's the reversal: fear isn't the stop sign. It's your heart miaowing, like a cat that won't stop until it's actually fed.
- Fearlessness
Step back and see the whole practice. Fearlessness was never the absence of fear — it's the willingness to move toward what matters while fear is screaming, with an open, tender heart.
- The Garuda: Fearlessness
Now train it in the body. Like Garuda, born in the sky, practice letting go and flying into vast space — beyond fear, as your confidence and trust grow.
- Coming Out and Coming Alive: From Terror to Joy on Grafton Street
Coming out is one of Garuda's outrageous acts. Here it is in my own life: years under 'WHAT IF THEY FIND OUT', a terrified tram ride to the Castro, and then, within three weeks, telling everyone. Come skip down Grafton Street with me, arms full of flowers.
- Licking the Blade of Nowness: the Courage to Say Yes and the Life-Changing Choice of a Single Moment
Some edges give you three seconds. In a forest grove: decades of shame on one side, the heart screaming on the other. And every moment is a knife edge like this one — let's lick the blade of nowness.
- How to Create the Courage to Follow Your Calling: The Path of Fearlessness
Now let's make it a training. Learn your fearprint — the particular way your fears hide and steer — and melt it with compassion, wax on, wax off, so that when your heart calls you to create something in the world, you can go.
Committing to the Spiritual Journey: A Poem
A poem capturing the moment of spiritual awakening when we first hear the 'bells' of our heart signal through the deafening silence of unconscious living, and the practice of listening and stepping that follows.
I wrote this poem at the time when I made the decision to set off down the path of listening to my heart, to commit to myself. To put my metaphorical backpack on my back and commit to the road of personal & spiritual transformation, no matter where it led, and no matter who it meant that I would have to admit to being.
It's the moment we begin to listen to our inner calling—the first quiet ring of the bells that guide us into transformation, awakening, and the courage to walk the path of the heart.
At First There's Nothing
At first there’s nothing.
In that nothing, everything is loud, and the silence is deafening.
So deafening you don’t hear anything.
Then from somewhere,
a magic place that doesn’t have a name,
a twisty wisp of wakening happens.
This wisp is not the first.
But this one, this wisp, twists in just the right way.
Nothing special about this wisp compared to the other wisps, they’re all as wispy as the next wisp, but this one twists enough to open your ears at just the right time.
And in that momentary opening, you hear the bells.
Suddenly – where there was complete no-bellness, now bells are belling.
The bells are so – so quiet.
But once you’ve heard the bells, it’s hard to say there aren’t bells.
As you listen to the bells, their ringing becomes more indisputable.
Then there is less of the deafening nothing-that-is-everything.
How could there be only nothing-with-everything if now there are also bells?
So nothing must not be all-of-everything, since there are also bells that are not in that nothing-everything.
So now the bells bell louder.
But the bells are not changing.
So it’s your listening that is louder then. The bells are already loud, they’ve always been loud. And they’ve always been bells.
And now it turns out that everything is made of bells.
There’s no nothing-that-is-everything any more.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
Listen, step. Listen, step. Listen, step.
Fall.
Get up. Step.
Listen. Step.
Listen.
Fear means GO not STOP! Make your Heart SingListen, step. And when you're preparing instead of stepping, fear gets loud. Here's the reversal: fear isn't the stop sign. It's your heart miaowing, like a cat that won't stop until it's actually fed.