I am not under the influence of the world

The real estate of my mind is not for sale. I will not allow the world’s opinions to be my first thoughts of the day.

I won’t offer my brain chemistry over to apps and notifications designed to program me for addiction, social anxiety, and depression.

I won’t allow my emotions to be molested by political agendas.

I will drink from my well of intuition and be intrinsically guided about how I can best serve during my finite existence on this planet.

I’ll be intentional with my attention so that I’m routinely enraptured by the wonders of life.

The real estate of my mind is not for sale.

I will not be immobilized by world horrors and the next looming disaster.

I will not be magnetized to threats and catastrophe.

I will not allow my creative energy to be anesthetized by screens and tasks.

I will rise each day, oriented to my options, and I’ll mobilize my revolutionary hopes in real-life action outside my door.

I’ll see my neighbors as people who share the same concerns and challenges, and together, we’ll offer our community what’s not being offered by the system.

The real estate of my mind is not for sale.

I will not get high on division energy just because it’s the most popular designer drug.

I will not swear-off those I love because we’re looking at the world through a different lens.

I will not confuse my opinion for my identity and take it personally when someone holds a contrasting point-of-view.

I will recognize the vulnerable reality that exists inside of every human.

I’ll remember that Earth wants all of us to be in a more reciprocal, regenerative relationship with her.

The real estate of my mind is not for sale.

I will not feast on the inflammatory ideas of others, because I want to be the medicine instead.

I will not be demoralized by pathologic greed and unhealed power hunger.

I will plant seeds for a circular economy in my community and I’ll learn to live accordingly, no matter how much of my Western-programming I have to shed to be in integrity with this vision.

I’ll be inspired by my own idealism, even when people tell me I’m naive or not paying enough attention to the doom-and-gloom.

The real estate of my mind is not for sale … because my mind is not real estate at all.

It’s a rose bud offering pollen inscribed with a genetic code designed to nurture this planet and quench the thirsty soul.

Yours is too - when the real estate of your mind is not for sale.

All love,

Amanda