Running Naked in The Streets

It is a deliverance of self to break free from serving a life that doesn’t give us an inner autonomy. I recently experienced such a thing.  I delivered myself to myself, finally.  What that entails cannot be explained in simple terms.  It is a form of redemption that can only reign after we overstay our old worlds.  In pain. In deep sorrow.  Deep relentless inner captivity and outer servitude.…

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The Brakeless Bike

Imagine that you had a bike with no brakes. You just used your feet when you had to slow it down. You never even questioned why your bike came without brakes, you just rode it. Figuring out along the way how to keep yourself safe. You lived your whole life with this bike and one day someone asked you to take theirs down the street for them. You would do them a favor. Without a thought in the…

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The Field of Ghostly Winds

I have been changing things up in my life lately and I was reminded of the extreme discomfort change brings along with it.  It feels like you are standing in the middle of a field with high winds coming at you from all directions. The winds are like loud voices screaming at you to get off the field.  Expectations. Beliefs. Doubts. Old self.  The Past. The Future.   Everything is coming at you.…

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The First Scratch

Everyone says that love is the most important emotion of all.  It has been documented forever.  After all, literature and poetry over centuries captured the feeling of love.  Like the most famous celebrity.  The Queen of all emotions.  But what if the most profound feeling of our existence is not love, but loss.  And it never got the fame love did. It has been hidden. Shamed. Forbidden.  Cut…

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A Quick Stroll Along My 49 Year Old Life

Today I decided to share a little more about my life.  There are so many new readers who joined the Friday Letter Subscription that I think it's important to tell you about my journey here.  My name is Christina Rasmussen and 49 years ago I was born in Greece in a small town called Volos. When I was growing up, there was definitely an inner guide that lived within myself but it was a very quiet…

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The 5 Legged Chair of Joy

Happiness is personal.  A journey, as unique as the way you look.  As rare as a doppelganger, as surprising as a few people in the world that look like you. It is the same with happiness.  We have very quirky ways of experiencing happiness.  For instance, when I say I love the color of the sea water, there is a particular shade of blue that makes me happy.  It takes place when the light hits the…

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The Water Shoes

Did you know that when you choose a different life, it feels divergent?  Unalike the one you are walking out from.  Logically, this should not be a surprise.  A different life should feel different.  But as I stepped into a new chapter in my life this week I started to feel unfamiliar. Even my body acted anew.  I saw my reality through different eyes.  It was as if someone put me inside another…

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The Art of Answering Your What Ifs

Sometimes the new life is hiding behind a tiny moment. Behind just one thought.  If you could look inside your mind you would see two words connecting the old chapter with the new one.  These words can be missed completely if we are not paying attention to our inner experience.  It is almost like a lottery win.  Rare. Unexpected.  Invisible to the naked eye and inaudible to our ears.  But then…

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Grief’s Monastery

There is a place deep inside grief that can hold us without pain.  The deepest most hidden place of the grief experience is a seat of Trinity to witness life from.  I was trying to explain this to someone this week. She saw me looking sad and struggled believing me when I said I am very happy. It is hard to explain that this feels good to me and not be seen as my suffering. The nostalgia and…

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Have I been Faithful To Myself?

I was interviewing Dr. Parker J. Palmer, an extraordinary poet, writer, change maker.  And in the middle of the interview, he asked me if I was faithful to my gift.  My eyes must have widened quite a bit.  My brain repeated.  Faithful to my gift?  How would that look like? I thought about us in that moment in time.  About all of us.  Everyone.  How faithful are we to ourselves?  I mean, have you…

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