Box up your crap. Part One: The Spirit Self

I’ve been noticing as the weather turns colder that our interactions with people are also turning the color of frozen smiles preparing for the daunting holidays. I hope this helps remind you of the warmth your spirit self possesses (not like a creepy ghostie, but it does fit the season at hand, does it not?)

Mare Martell

happy box

happy box (clipped to polyvore.com)


There are a lot of people doing what they need or have to do to get by in this world. They often sacrifice who they are in order to keep the peace, to meet the status quo, to maintain a balance no matter how precarious that may be in unhealthy emotional, intellectual, spiritual, or even physical realms. The lamentations of their despair become a litany of unresolved, unrecognized, and unheeded personal warnings. They have compromised more than they should have when faced with difficulties that, at the time, seemed insurmountable.

It may seem like one just can’t catch a break. Everything such as family issues, occupational hazards like co-workers or bosses, neighbors that fight at 2AM, they all seem to pile up around the edges of our minds, creep in until they become so daunting that curling up in a ball is the only…

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