Faith says “Everything is going to be alright.”  Belief chews on that and spits out: “Yeah, sure, get real, look at the reality, believe in the bad story, see the half empty glass everywhere around you.  You don’t really believe that everything is “alright,” do you?!?!”

My beliefs–the stories that built my early bones and the harpy tales from the culture and media–need changing.  Affirmations get lost like mosquitos in the mountain range.  In fact, they sting me with irritation when I get lost in the woods and these declarations of goodness should “work”!

So I live in faith, not beliefs.  Faith is the earth.  My feet will never fall off.  Faith is the air.  Until I go to whatever is beyond breath, I will open my heart to the sweet inspiration and release all that does not serve me.

(And right in the middle of this meditative intention, I got an invitation to fun!  It does really work, faith.)