I'm experiencing an unfolding awareness about the nature of abundance that I'd like to share.

I understand the intellectual principles of abundance, but I'm not sure that I've integrated them the way I have some of the other spiritual truths. For me, none of this stuff is real until I feel it in my cells.

Earlier this week I had a glimpse of "experiential abundance." I felt and realized that there is nothing other than abundance. Think about it. Life is procreating all around us all the time. cells multiply, water flows, energy expands.

This is along the same lines as light and darkness. Darkness is simply the absence of light and when light appears the darkness no longer exists. Abundance is the constant expansion of light, and the only thing that is real!

This may sound basic, but for me it feels profound and also liberating. It takes the work out of focusing on abundance when you realize that abundance is all there is:)

If I were to write a book on the art of being human it would have to be centered around walking the fine line between consumption and expression. Some of you may be chuckling, "You've already written that book Kim - three times actually!"

Well, Sunday morning I kept hearing the intuitive message, "write about when less becomes more." So in Lieu of writing another book on the topic, I thought I'd share my thoughts in a blog entry.

You all know the fine line I'm talking about. It's when a pleasurable meal turns into bloating and guilt. When exercise becomes the compulsive pursuit toward perfection. When a drink with dinner becomes a binge in search of one's "spirit."

But what about when speaking crosses the line and turns into stealing energy from another, or when work becomes a never ending chase for power and wealth?

My belief is that the pleasure that arises out of fully experiencing the world with our senses is what life is all about and to make these pleasures out to be "bad" is missing the point. At the same time, I wonder how many of us really walk the fine line between enjoying life's pleasures versus looking to them for life.

Those of us who are inclined to master the art of being human know that to cross over even just a little bit is a mistake - to miss the mark, which happens to be the very definition of sin.

Today I watched part of the tribute to Michael Jackson. At one point, Rev. Al Sharpton told Michael's three kids, "Your dad was not strange, it was strange what he had to deal with."

It was a beautiful and compassionate thing to say, and I doubt those kids will ever forget it. The whole thing just about broke my heart. But what hurts me most is how badly Michael was bullied when he was alive.

Would it have been so hard to have had compassion for a man who never had a childhood? Would it have been too much of a stretch to remember that he was abused in the pursuit of perfection? Would it have been so difficult to imagine what life must have been like for a man who ultimately decided to reject himself in pursuit of perfection?

Honoring Michael has helped me remember that bullying of any kind is damaging and wrong. Bullying is pervasive in our society. We not only say mean things directly to others, but we say things behind their backs and we say hurtful things to ourselves in the privacy of our own minds.

Michael Jackson was brilliant and full of love. Like many of us, he wanted to create a better world above all else. Like all of us, he wasn't perfect. But in life and in death he reminds us to be kind to others and ourselves.