Wild, Mundane Glory

Jacob Nordby’s soulful proclamation of the miracle of our humanness is aptly captured in his phrase “wild, mundane glory.” As of late, I’ve been challenging myself to fall in love with my humanness as much as my divinity. It’s certainly a challenge, as I know it is for many of the more cosmically-connected Lightworkers out there, but every time I deepen into my senses, or notice how beautifully the Light of Grandfather Sun dances with Mother Nature, I am reminded of how perfectly blessed we are to be here. To be human. To have the gift of not knowing everything for the sheer joy of discovery, and the humility of accepting that which we may never know.

So this is me today. Wild. Mundane. Feeling inspiringly infinite, and yet grounded in my limitations. And, ultimately, full of Love.


Wild, Mundane Glory
by Jacob Nordby

The thing is, you’re beautiful.
Yes, you…
In your wild, mundane glory.
Your daily life hides from you the possibilities of why you’re here
And who you are.
But never forget that every breath you take is actual alchemy.
With your eyes you record visions of this place.
With your fingertips you read the bumps in life,
Sending messages back from whence you came.
You’re a soul traveler,
An explorer.
You make this place home for now;
Trying on the costumes,
Playing out your roles.
Every so often, take off your masks.
Drop your robes.
See yourself reflected in the very mirror of your life.
And remember…
When you leave this stage,
The only thing you will wonder is,
“Did I love brilliantly?”


In Soul, Danielle

The Conversational Nature of Reality

David Whyte brings a tactile sense of magic to the ordinary in his beautiful piece, “The Conversational Nature of Reality.” Through his words, we find the richness and depth we may not have noticed in the small things we engage with on a daily basis. On some level, everything is in an intimate relationship with us. We have the choice to decide if it’s loving, critical, celebratory, or entirely absent.

Myself? I choose to be in love with Life—everything in it—and in doing so, my heart opens to receive the unconditional, quiet love it returns.

I encourage you to read these delightful words and try, even just for today, to bring love and friendliness to the simple things in your world. You might be surprised how they meet you.


The Conversational Nature of Reality

by David Whyte

Your great mistake

is to act the drama as if you were alone.

As if life were a progressive and cunning crime

with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions.

To feel abandoned is to deny

the intimacy of your surroundings.

Surely, even you, at times, have felt the grand array;

the swelling presence, and the chorus,

crowding out your solo voice.

You must note the way the soap dish enables you,

or the window latch grants you freedom.

Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.

The stairs are your mentor of things to come,

the doors have always been there

to frighten you and invite you,

and the tiny speaker in the phone

is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness

and ease into the conversation.

The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink,

the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness

and seen the good in you at last.

All the birds and creatures of the world

are unutterably themselves.

Everything is waiting for you.


In Soul, Danielle

Nahko Bear’s Manifesto

Anyone who follows me on Facebook for long enough knows the deep respect and appreciation I have for the activist/musician/revolutionary heart of Nahko Bear.

I’ve been acquainted with his music for many years, but as my own spiritual path deepens, so too does my embodied understanding for the wisdom woven into his music.

I have many favorite songs, but his classic “Manifesto” stands the test of time. Not only is there constructive, good advice (“there is no medicine on the television so turn it off and turn yourself around”) but also empowering truth (“you can do this, you’ve got purpose”).

In the case that any of you sweet souls out there may need a pep talk or a wake-up call, this one’s for you.


by Nahko & the Medicine for the People

Well this is real talk, this is non-stop
It is looped now tongue and mind
Played off the sidewalk, straight to your boombox
How it travels from ear to memory
Well this is medicine, there’s a message within
And each will find it in their own time

Well this is music, this is how I use it
It makes you move and move the movement
This is how I focus, knowing it’s not hopeless
But it sure starts with me and ends on a whole note
Musical medicine, this is my healing
For past and present future things to come

I see people stressin’ over space and possessions
Out of fear and a need for visual aids of our abundance
Give me examples or something tangible
Something I can get my hands on and find real meaning
Where is the medicine, well I’ve been searching
And I suppose each will find their own kind

Well everything’s at stake, it makes it hard to concentrate
And there are men who see a war and see a paycheck
Such different programming, to live so fearfully
Terror this and terror that, terrible reality
There is no medicine on the television
So turn it off and turn yourself around

And let’s just face it, the world’s fuckin’ racist
Even the most peaceful of us gets caught in the trend
To live cohesively is almost a fantasy
And we ought to know it starts with humbling our egos
What is the medicine for cultural woundin’?
Has its moments, has its melodies, has its time

Well I was listening to the outgoing seasons
About climate change and some of the reasons
When the sky opened, like I been hopin’
And there came horses by the thousands
And there was thunder on their tongues, and lightning on their minds
And they were singing this old melody from some other time

They sang don’t waste your hate
Rather gather and create
Be of service, be a sensible person
Use your words and don’t be nervous
You can do this, you’ve got purpose
Find your medicine and use it

They sang don’t waste your hate
Rather gather and create
Be of service, be a sensible person
Use your words and don’t be nervous
You can do this, you’ve got purpose
Find your medicine and use it


In Soul, Danielle

Neil Gaiman’s New Year’s Wish

I stumbled upon this post by the fantastic author, Neil Gaiman, at a time when I needed to hear it most. I was about to graduate from college and his words inspired me to take a chance on leaving behind my comfy life in Chicago for a new one in California. “Make glorious, amazing mistakes.” continues to be one of my personal mantras.


My New Years Wish” by Neil Gaiman, c. 2011.
I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.
So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.
Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.
Make your mistakes, next year and forever.
In Soul, Danielle