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I don't care how Spiritual you are...

I don’t care how spiritual you are. How long you can melt in the sweat lodge. How many peyote journeys have blown your mind, or how well you can hold crow pose. Honestly. I don’t.

I don’t care what planets fall in what houses on your birth chart, how many crystals you have, or how vegan your diet is.

I want to know how human you are. Can you sit at the feet of the dying despite the discomfort? Can you be with your grief, or mine, without trying to advise, fix or maintain it?

I want to know that you can show up at the table no matter how shiny, chakra- aligned or complete you are- or not. Can you hold loving space for your beloved in the depths of your own healing without trying to be big?

It doesn’t flatter me how many online healing trainings you have, that you live in the desert or in a log cabin, or that you’ve mastered the art of tantra.

What turns me on is busy hands. Planting roots.

That despite how tired you are, you make that phone call, you board that plane, you love your children, you feed your family.

I have no interest in how well you can ascend to 5D, astral travel, or have out-of-body sex.

I want to see how beautifully you integrate into ordinary reality with your unique magic, how you find beauty and gratitude in what’s surrounding you, and how present you can be in your relationships.

I want to know that you can show up and do the hard and holy things on this gorgeously messy Earth.

I want to see that you can be sincere, grounded, and compassionate as equally as you are empowered, fiery, and magnetic.

I want to know that even during your achievements, you can step back and be humble enough to still be a student.

What’s beautiful and sexy and authentic is how well you can continue to celebrate others no matter how advanced you’ve become. What’s truly flattering is how much you can give despite how full you’ve made yourself. What’s honestly valuable is how fucking better of a human you can be, in a world that is high off of spiritual materialism and jumping the next escape goat for “freedom.”

At the end of the day, I don’t care how brave you are. How productive, how popular, how enlightened you are. At the end of the day, I want to know that you were kind. That you were real.

I want to know that you can step down from the pedestal from time to time to kiss the earth and let your hair get dirty and your feet get muddy and join the dance with us all.

A modern-day call to shifting from spiritual consumerism to returning to humankind...

Heart inspired by Oriah Mountain Dreamer’s, The Invitation. Author ~ Taylor Rose Godfrey

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Thank you so much for this. It is such a great message to myself not to keep holding on to my negative mindset that I am flawed and wrong on some level and have to be continually chasing “fixing myself,”when upon reading this I feel on reflection that actually, I am all of those things you want to know. So again thank you for shining a light on my light that I have not allowed myself to genuinely see. I hope this makes sense.


😍😍😍 yes! Great blog post!


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