So whether you may notice or not, I did not write this yesterday. At one point, I sat down with the intention to do so and really felt so high strung and short tempered that I couldn't sit still with that intention for more than a moment. So I found a friend, went for a walk and returned to peace.
But let's go back, back to the day before. I don't really want to miss a moment. It is important to me that I stay committed and follow through and create new habits that will slowly change my world. It's funny how difficult it can be to go back two full days. The recollections are not as clear and any key insights that may have occurred have just as easily slipped back into the recesses of my mind.
I can tell you I got plenty of reading done, far more than a mere 10 minutes, while my husband was in surgery. I am definitely very intrigued by some of the concepts Caroline Myss presents, particularly regarding personal power and how we so often give ours away. She calls us to begin to identify the things in our lives that cause us to lose power, whether they be actions, objects, people, or circumstances. She delves into the idea of cellular memory and how each thought and emotion we have in our entire lifetime is stored in the cells and tissues of our bodies. Then using the same concept that is a fundamental in Chinese medicine, we realize that every organ is linked with certain emotions. So whenever those stored thoughts and feelings are triggered, they can have a physical reaction in those corresponding organs and areas of our body. It is definitely fascinating to begin to exlore in depth what I've already known on a basic level for many years- the link between body, mind and spirit. I look forward to my daily read with her.
Shy and I had another great walk. I can say that I am infinitely grateful for the autumn weather that has finally found its way to the valley. Walk and talk and feel my energy lift. When I feel as if the energy is based in anything less than light, I shift my focus to my heart chakra and instantly feel its effect as light fills my body. I do this as I sit here now. Greg Bradden presents a lot of information about the studies that have been done proving that the electromagnetic field emanating from our hearts is exponentially greater than that of any other area in our body. They've studied the brain waves of healers when they are connected with their heart centers and the corresponding effects that is created in the brain waves of the receipients of their healing energies. And how when givent he opportunity, our bodies typically will aling themselves with the most loving vibration. Our heart is our greatest key to manifestation. It is the physical center of out body that unites heaven and earth, body and spirit. And it is the key.
It was definitely difficult to fit in my meditation on this day. By the time I had a few moments to do so, I headed upstairs and slipped into a bath to let some of the physical tension melt away. My intention was to meditate and I think instead I slipped into sleep. Perhaps it was a meditative state after all. But certainly not one with intention. So upon returning to myself I settled down in front of my altar even though I only had a couple of minutes to do so. I focused on my heart and sending out loving positive vibrations. And I knew that despite the challenges of the day, I carved out a few moments dedicated to my body, mind and spirit.
Given the difficulties that I had taking the time to write this entry yesterday, I sit here now, getting it done. Again, it's about the habit. In my Reiki I & II class last year, my teacher Rev. John Schultz gave the analogy of how his spiritual practice- reiki, prayer, meditation- is akin to brushing his teeth. And how he does it each and every day. Some days, that's all he does is apply some toothpaste and brush. And then somedays he brushes and flosses and rinses and brushes again and really gets in there with focus and passion. And that's what this is all about. This is about creating new habits of doing something to improve each area of my being each and every day, even on the days when the passion isn't there.
The weekly routine that I was getting accustomed to has definitely been thrown off this week, between James's surgery and physical therapy and putting forth my best nurturer and striving to keep three children at bay so dad can have a somewhat peaceful recuperative environment. A friend reminded me yesterday how change is the only constant. Regardless of that and the often incosistent and fluctuating nature of life, there are still certain things that we do every day- like take a shower, change our clothes and brush our teeth. Having a practice of self improvement, washing your spirit, mind and physical energy field, is the equivalent of these activities.
So I sat down to meditate yesterday. And found myself again slipping into sleep, but not before I dedicated a few minutes of focused meditation. Again working on two things- trying to hear any messages that my body has for me and opening my heart chakra and pouring forth that immense light. I almost always leave my meditation feeling high. Yesterday I happened to leave feeling both high and sleepy so I closed my eyes and let consciousness drift away in another regard.
At the beginning of this post, I mentioned that I walked with a friend. It was obvious to me that my energy was not where I wanted it to be- not in a happy or productive state. So I made certain to change it. I met with my friend at the park and we walked and talked for nearly 2 hours. It certainly wasn't a power walk and I doubt that our heart rates were ever elevated. But out minds and spirits and physical vibrations certainly were... or at least mine was. And I returned home feeling like a whole new person. Thank you Carmen for being there when my world needed a shift.
Then once again I found myself at the end of the day after the kids were in bed and Shy was bathed having taken no time for a mental activity. Knowing that if I sat down to read I would be watching the clock waiting for ten minutes to pass, I picked up a journal and wrote a piece of free flow spirited poetry. I may take the time to enter it later.
And now, as my little princess descends the stairs ready for my attention, I come to the end of two days worth of entries just in time. Ready to move through my day with the best of intentions. May you find a bit of magic in your day today As I will surely find a bit in mine.
~Namaste
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Day 6
Feeling a little different this morning. Had to get up extra early to do this as my husband goes in for knee surgery this morning and I doubt that I will have another chance today. My mind is really elsewhere, but I will focus for these few minutes to remind myself of who I am and who I am trying to become.
Meditation was good yesterday. I mentioned in my last blog that I would be meditating to gain some insight into some physical issues and their spiritual roots. And this is what I've come up with so far. The feet, the knees, the weight... they all seem to stem from the same place. All of my weight is heavily concentrated in the lower half of my body. I feel like it all stemmed from feeling like I didn't have enough stregnth to provide the support that my family provided and in an effort to create stability and lay down roots, I created these conditions as a compensation for the grounding that I was seeking. Combine that with the feelings of underappreciation and lack of support often known to a working mother and I think perhaps these elements have manifested the environment for my physical state of being. I believe that I can release the weight and with it the pain will go as well. I will be working on this to gain further insight.
I am reading Anatomy of the Spirit more, devling deeper into Caroline's story. I have yet to get into the heart of the book but learning about how she came to be where she is can be motivating enough to connect more deeply with my path.
Shy and I walked to the park yesterday morning. We took the pup. I climbed on the playground with her and slid down many slides. I elevated my heart rate and broke a sweat and focused on positive vibrations while we walked. Walking, when done with intetion, can definitely be a life enhancing experience.
I will save any further revelatory moments for the next time. Today, I will focus on being love, sending healing, and living Light. May you do the same if Spirit calls you to do so. Until tomorrow.
~Namaste
Meditation was good yesterday. I mentioned in my last blog that I would be meditating to gain some insight into some physical issues and their spiritual roots. And this is what I've come up with so far. The feet, the knees, the weight... they all seem to stem from the same place. All of my weight is heavily concentrated in the lower half of my body. I feel like it all stemmed from feeling like I didn't have enough stregnth to provide the support that my family provided and in an effort to create stability and lay down roots, I created these conditions as a compensation for the grounding that I was seeking. Combine that with the feelings of underappreciation and lack of support often known to a working mother and I think perhaps these elements have manifested the environment for my physical state of being. I believe that I can release the weight and with it the pain will go as well. I will be working on this to gain further insight.
I am reading Anatomy of the Spirit more, devling deeper into Caroline's story. I have yet to get into the heart of the book but learning about how she came to be where she is can be motivating enough to connect more deeply with my path.
Shy and I walked to the park yesterday morning. We took the pup. I climbed on the playground with her and slid down many slides. I elevated my heart rate and broke a sweat and focused on positive vibrations while we walked. Walking, when done with intetion, can definitely be a life enhancing experience.
I will save any further revelatory moments for the next time. Today, I will focus on being love, sending healing, and living Light. May you do the same if Spirit calls you to do so. Until tomorrow.
~Namaste
Monday, October 25, 2010
Day 5
Thank goodness for Mondays. For routine. For the quietness that descends when my guys all go off to their places. For the chance to be here now.
During my meditation yesterday I noticed how meditation oftens evolves into prayer and prayer intro meditation as naturally as the tide rises and recedes. It has been said that prayer is simply meditation with intention. That makes sense to me. I found myself praying for people and things and rasing my own vibration in the process. And for this I am grateful. I am also learning that it is easier for me to connect with Spirit when I have an intention. Much the same as the answers we get from our divination tools are clearer when we know what we which to ask.
I delved a little further into Caroline Myss's story yesterday. Still I stand inspired by her gift and her level of service to Spirit. She shared a story about an Alaskan woman that she met with many years back who taught her a bit about Indian philosophy regarding health and power and the paths that we walk. So I am striving to uncover the spirit origins of the pain in my feet, the stiffness in my knees and all of the extra weight that I have been carrying for far too long now. Perhaps that will be the intention of my next mediation. And so body, mind and spirit come full circle.
Shy and I set out on our walk after her nap. I chose a new route and did not focus on passing our familiar decorated neighbors this time. It was just important to me to elevate my heart rate and increase my physical vibration. I am intent on uncovering my true body within this suit that I have been wearing for the past 9 years. That is not to say that I love myself any less because of my suit. Just to say that it really is a foreign part of me that I am ready to cast aside.
Day by day I am closer to being the grandest version of the greatest vision I ever held about who I am. Love and Light.
~Namaste
During my meditation yesterday I noticed how meditation oftens evolves into prayer and prayer intro meditation as naturally as the tide rises and recedes. It has been said that prayer is simply meditation with intention. That makes sense to me. I found myself praying for people and things and rasing my own vibration in the process. And for this I am grateful. I am also learning that it is easier for me to connect with Spirit when I have an intention. Much the same as the answers we get from our divination tools are clearer when we know what we which to ask.
I delved a little further into Caroline Myss's story yesterday. Still I stand inspired by her gift and her level of service to Spirit. She shared a story about an Alaskan woman that she met with many years back who taught her a bit about Indian philosophy regarding health and power and the paths that we walk. So I am striving to uncover the spirit origins of the pain in my feet, the stiffness in my knees and all of the extra weight that I have been carrying for far too long now. Perhaps that will be the intention of my next mediation. And so body, mind and spirit come full circle.
Shy and I set out on our walk after her nap. I chose a new route and did not focus on passing our familiar decorated neighbors this time. It was just important to me to elevate my heart rate and increase my physical vibration. I am intent on uncovering my true body within this suit that I have been wearing for the past 9 years. That is not to say that I love myself any less because of my suit. Just to say that it really is a foreign part of me that I am ready to cast aside.
Day by day I am closer to being the grandest version of the greatest vision I ever held about who I am. Love and Light.
~Namaste
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Day 4
I have identified a difference in the way I am approaching this "challenge" this time around. I am not waiting for the "perfect"time- the perfect time to meditate when no one is in the house and Shy is asleep, the perfect time to walk after everything else has been completed for the day. I am making the time and taking the time.
So I sit here writing this during half-time:) Because there is no time better than now. Spirit is not something you attend to simply when you are alone. It is something you embody throughout the ordinary moments of your day. It is the place you return to in the middle of an argument to remind yourself of who you are and who you are trying to become. It is the place you check in with during the middle of the day to remember what is important. And eventually, with practice, it is the place you reside most of the time.
Yesterday, I knew that I was not waiting for my body activity. I was not going to be stuck scrambling to get in 10 minutes of walking at the end of the day when I was really too exhausted to even want to think about it. So it came first. I took the kids and the dog out for a stroll around the neighborhood, to look at more Halloween decorations and to browse at all the garage sales. We enjoyed the weather, each other's company and the conversations that came our way. It was a simple event that communicates a great message- that just being with one another is of the utmost important.
I struggled getting to a clear and silent place in my meditation. So I persisted, until I was certain that I had gained what I needed to. I don't know that I have any grand insights to share, other than the knowledge that our minds really are like yammering little pups that are often too needy for attention. The best approach is not always to force them to behave or put them on a leash, but to ignore them altogether.
Regarding my mission to elevate my mind, I wish that I had more to share. But until that light bulb shines with a higher wattage, I am content to do the excercise for its own sake. I'm still reading the same book, still writing this daily blog, and still incorporating the mental aspect of my own personal trinity.
And that's all I have to say for now. As always, love and light coming your way.
~Namaste
So I sit here writing this during half-time:) Because there is no time better than now. Spirit is not something you attend to simply when you are alone. It is something you embody throughout the ordinary moments of your day. It is the place you return to in the middle of an argument to remind yourself of who you are and who you are trying to become. It is the place you check in with during the middle of the day to remember what is important. And eventually, with practice, it is the place you reside most of the time.
Yesterday, I knew that I was not waiting for my body activity. I was not going to be stuck scrambling to get in 10 minutes of walking at the end of the day when I was really too exhausted to even want to think about it. So it came first. I took the kids and the dog out for a stroll around the neighborhood, to look at more Halloween decorations and to browse at all the garage sales. We enjoyed the weather, each other's company and the conversations that came our way. It was a simple event that communicates a great message- that just being with one another is of the utmost important.
I struggled getting to a clear and silent place in my meditation. So I persisted, until I was certain that I had gained what I needed to. I don't know that I have any grand insights to share, other than the knowledge that our minds really are like yammering little pups that are often too needy for attention. The best approach is not always to force them to behave or put them on a leash, but to ignore them altogether.
Regarding my mission to elevate my mind, I wish that I had more to share. But until that light bulb shines with a higher wattage, I am content to do the excercise for its own sake. I'm still reading the same book, still writing this daily blog, and still incorporating the mental aspect of my own personal trinity.
And that's all I have to say for now. As always, love and light coming your way.
~Namaste
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Day 3
At last, sitting down to write this. It is the middle of the day and I just now have a few moments to myself to create this entry. No explanation needed except that it is Saturday. The normal routine one usually has is cast aside for a more family based focus. But I am here now.
Yesterday's routine was actually a bit off as well. My husband was home so it definitely required more effort to set aside the time needed for my daily activities. Just as I was settling in for my meditation, the bedroom door opened. But the tempation to abandon the process quickly cast itself aside. I simply moved myself outdoors, closed my eyes and let Spirit surface. I was filled with light, from within and without. This moment always seems to serve as a reminder for me of how big Spirit is, how limitless. I simply sat for a few minutes and allowed this light to be, without expectation for anything more. And it was grand.
The book that I am reading, The Science of Spiritual Marketing, is certainly planting seeds that will one day soon be of great value to me. While I've not come across any thoughts that I do not recognize, it is always nice to see what we already understand intuitively to be true laid out before us in black and white. I also began reading Caroline Myss's Anatomy of the Spirit. Even though I am only in the introduction, I stand in awe at her amazing gift and hope someday to be as much of service as she is.
Let me say, it was most difficult to get to the Body part of my commitment yesterday. It was nearly 10:00 at night before I finally had a moment to tie on my tennis shoes and hit the street. For a second, I foolishly thought that I would be leaving Shy behind. I can certainly say that won't be happening unless she happens to be asleep at the time. And I am rather glad for it. Her presence and conversation and joy can enhance any moment. It was a short stroll as we searched for an new decorations and deliberately made our route so that we could pass the homes that have alreay become familiar. And we talked and smiled and were present with each other on the cool autumn night.
I can feel these activites, these mini sessions, becoming an important part of my day. Carving out a little time for myself and my spirit is certain to be of infinite value. The thought occured to me on last night's walk that perhaps it would be good to create different levels of this challange- 30 minutes for 30 days, 45 minutes for 45 days and 90 minutes for 90 days- so that we can each find the formula that works for us to create a new world. So we shall see, after the first 30 days are complete, where Spirit guides me.
I hope Spirit guides you to your greatness today.
~Namaste
Yesterday's routine was actually a bit off as well. My husband was home so it definitely required more effort to set aside the time needed for my daily activities. Just as I was settling in for my meditation, the bedroom door opened. But the tempation to abandon the process quickly cast itself aside. I simply moved myself outdoors, closed my eyes and let Spirit surface. I was filled with light, from within and without. This moment always seems to serve as a reminder for me of how big Spirit is, how limitless. I simply sat for a few minutes and allowed this light to be, without expectation for anything more. And it was grand.
The book that I am reading, The Science of Spiritual Marketing, is certainly planting seeds that will one day soon be of great value to me. While I've not come across any thoughts that I do not recognize, it is always nice to see what we already understand intuitively to be true laid out before us in black and white. I also began reading Caroline Myss's Anatomy of the Spirit. Even though I am only in the introduction, I stand in awe at her amazing gift and hope someday to be as much of service as she is.
Let me say, it was most difficult to get to the Body part of my commitment yesterday. It was nearly 10:00 at night before I finally had a moment to tie on my tennis shoes and hit the street. For a second, I foolishly thought that I would be leaving Shy behind. I can certainly say that won't be happening unless she happens to be asleep at the time. And I am rather glad for it. Her presence and conversation and joy can enhance any moment. It was a short stroll as we searched for an new decorations and deliberately made our route so that we could pass the homes that have alreay become familiar. And we talked and smiled and were present with each other on the cool autumn night.
I can feel these activites, these mini sessions, becoming an important part of my day. Carving out a little time for myself and my spirit is certain to be of infinite value. The thought occured to me on last night's walk that perhaps it would be good to create different levels of this challange- 30 minutes for 30 days, 45 minutes for 45 days and 90 minutes for 90 days- so that we can each find the formula that works for us to create a new world. So we shall see, after the first 30 days are complete, where Spirit guides me.
I hope Spirit guides you to your greatness today.
~Namaste
Friday, October 22, 2010
Day 2
To be honest, I could have let today slip by without taking the time to write this entry. But I feel that it is an important part of keeping on track, like it solidifes my commitment and reminds me of my mission.
Yesterday brought another day of meditation, walking, and reading, which will most likely prove to be the most consistent of my daily activities as they are easy to incorporate, bring me peace and help keep me connected to Spirit.
My meditation began the same as any other. I am finding that if I take the time to create some sort of ritual around this activity that it makes it easier for my mind to settle into peace. The simple routine of lighting the incense and candles and settling down in front of my altar is proving to be quite comforting, almost like slipping into a pair of warm pajamas. As my meditation progressed, an incredible feeling of gratitude descended upon me and by the time it was complete, it was as if gratitude was oozing from every cell of my being.
During my walk, I made certain to be more present than the day before. As opposed to just walking, Shy and I talked about the houses and looked for new Halloween decorations and felt the cool air on our skin. A few moments of bonding and just being with one another.
The Science of Spiritual Marketing was still my daily read. I am definitely enjoying it more as it has begun to get into the meat of the message. It will prove to be useful knowledge when the time comes for me to begin spreading my message.
By the time the day ended, I was certainly ready for it to be done. The evening was rather exhausting and as is sometimes the case, three children had stretched the lengths of my patience. But all in all, it was a beautiful day.
Here's to creating another one. Love to all.
~Namaste
Yesterday brought another day of meditation, walking, and reading, which will most likely prove to be the most consistent of my daily activities as they are easy to incorporate, bring me peace and help keep me connected to Spirit.
My meditation began the same as any other. I am finding that if I take the time to create some sort of ritual around this activity that it makes it easier for my mind to settle into peace. The simple routine of lighting the incense and candles and settling down in front of my altar is proving to be quite comforting, almost like slipping into a pair of warm pajamas. As my meditation progressed, an incredible feeling of gratitude descended upon me and by the time it was complete, it was as if gratitude was oozing from every cell of my being.
During my walk, I made certain to be more present than the day before. As opposed to just walking, Shy and I talked about the houses and looked for new Halloween decorations and felt the cool air on our skin. A few moments of bonding and just being with one another.
The Science of Spiritual Marketing was still my daily read. I am definitely enjoying it more as it has begun to get into the meat of the message. It will prove to be useful knowledge when the time comes for me to begin spreading my message.
By the time the day ended, I was certainly ready for it to be done. The evening was rather exhausting and as is sometimes the case, three children had stretched the lengths of my patience. But all in all, it was a beautiful day.
Here's to creating another one. Love to all.
~Namaste
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Day 1
Yesterday was Day 1 in my journey on the Tri-Evolution challenge. There are no grand epiphanies to write about at this moment but I will share with you the activites of my first day.
I spent a short time in meditation. For me, it is never easy to silence my mind. Actually, I've stopped trying. But when I close my eyes and breathe, I focus on releasing each thought once I feel it taking root and leading me down a rabbit hole, as thoughts can often do. In the moments of silence in between the thoughts, often spirit calls to me. This is what makes it all worth it. The messages I receive in the quiet times.
I went for a walk, with my little girl and big floofy puppy dog in the gorgeous fall weather that has finally decided to bless us in the valley.
And I spent some time reading The Science of Spiritual Marketing, allowing its message to take root so that when I need its lessons they are available to me.
All in all, feeling much more peace than I have over the past week. Welcoming a beautiful, blessed day.
~Namaste
I spent a short time in meditation. For me, it is never easy to silence my mind. Actually, I've stopped trying. But when I close my eyes and breathe, I focus on releasing each thought once I feel it taking root and leading me down a rabbit hole, as thoughts can often do. In the moments of silence in between the thoughts, often spirit calls to me. This is what makes it all worth it. The messages I receive in the quiet times.
I went for a walk, with my little girl and big floofy puppy dog in the gorgeous fall weather that has finally decided to bless us in the valley.
And I spent some time reading The Science of Spiritual Marketing, allowing its message to take root so that when I need its lessons they are available to me.
All in all, feeling much more peace than I have over the past week. Welcoming a beautiful, blessed day.
~Namaste
The Purpose
So the thought occurred to me, and it's a thought that I've studied before written about by many great minds throughout all the ages. So it is no original thought, to be certain. But it sprang spontaneously through my own mind. And it is this:
My outer world is but a reflection of my inner. And this goes way beyond the idea that we create what we think about. Because our inner being is comprised of so much more than just our thoughts. Our world as we know it aligns itself energetically to the same frequency that our bodies emit. By improving our body, mind and spirit, we are improving our experience of the world itself.
It is quite literal to say that in order to change your world you must first change yourself. I'm not sure that it can work any other way.
When I was eighteen years old, in the spring of my year at college, I discovered (admittedly while on acid in front of the mirror at my altar) my calling in life, my spiritual purpose. To help people transform their world. Over the years, from time to time, another piece of this purpose has come to light. And I feel it all now tying together in this brilliant fabric of Divine inspired thought.
It shall start with me. And shine through me as an example to guide others. I shall transform my world, not in a grand cataclysmic awakening, but as a gentle shift taking place minute by minute, day by day... evolving into the next level of greatness.
My outer world is but a reflection of my inner. And this goes way beyond the idea that we create what we think about. Because our inner being is comprised of so much more than just our thoughts. Our world as we know it aligns itself energetically to the same frequency that our bodies emit. By improving our body, mind and spirit, we are improving our experience of the world itself.
It is quite literal to say that in order to change your world you must first change yourself. I'm not sure that it can work any other way.
When I was eighteen years old, in the spring of my year at college, I discovered (admittedly while on acid in front of the mirror at my altar) my calling in life, my spiritual purpose. To help people transform their world. Over the years, from time to time, another piece of this purpose has come to light. And I feel it all now tying together in this brilliant fabric of Divine inspired thought.
It shall start with me. And shine through me as an example to guide others. I shall transform my world, not in a grand cataclysmic awakening, but as a gentle shift taking place minute by minute, day by day... evolving into the next level of greatness.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The Tri-Evolution Challenge
Today, with an overwhelming desire to change my world, I embark on the Tri-Evolution Challenge.
I commit to thirty minutes of life enhancing activites for thirty days designed to improve my body mind and spirit.
I stand strong and dedicated to being the grandest version of the greatest vision I ever held about who I am.
It is so. So it is.
I commit to thirty minutes of life enhancing activites for thirty days designed to improve my body mind and spirit.
I stand strong and dedicated to being the grandest version of the greatest vision I ever held about who I am.
It is so. So it is.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Park51
Recently, the resurrection of a new mosque named Park51 has begun at 51 Park Place, NYC, NY in close proximity to Ground Zero (the area of the former World Trade Center). Knowing the mentality of many of our "fellow Americans" you can imagine the kind of controversy that this construction has sparked. Personally, I am very disappointed that several people who I love and respect are in strong opposition to the erection of this community house of prayer. Our country was built on the principle of freedom of religion and to take a different path now dishonors what our forefathers fought for so many generations ago.
Let's not treat those of the Muslim faith as if they were in support of the 9/11 events. Perhaps they have more to grieve over than we do sometimes, considering that the impact of those events has drastically altered the way the world perceives them simply because some zealots from their path chose to take actions that were apprehensible to say the least to the majority of Muslims. Perhaps it should be viewed as a display of honor that they want to be able to worship in this particular location, to connect with God, embody love, and seek forgiveness for and from all of humanity including themselves.
I for one, see it as a very compassionate action that Muslim leaders wish to erect a mosque here, of all places. It truly is a call for healing.
I've read some articles, and done some research and understand a lot about the heart of humankind. I acknowledge that for a small percentage this is a religious debate as they are still grounded in the belief that their religion is the one right and only way to God. But for most people, I think they feel like not disputing the erection of the mosque is dishonoring the fallen. It is, in fact, just the opposite.
The mentality that led up to the 9/11 events was one of hate, fear and intolerance. Continuing to perpetuate that same intolerance is the highest disgrace to those who were lost. The best way to honor their lives is through forgiveness and love.
Here we are, being blessed with another opportunity to demostrate our highest good, and so many are failing the test. So here I am sending compassion to everyone- those of all faiths and philosophies, those all all ethicities, those who want to pray, those who want to heal, those who want to honor, those who think we're separate, those who know we're one and everyone in between. We shall not move on to our next lesson until we succesfully learn our present one.
Blessed be brothers and sisters.
Let's not treat those of the Muslim faith as if they were in support of the 9/11 events. Perhaps they have more to grieve over than we do sometimes, considering that the impact of those events has drastically altered the way the world perceives them simply because some zealots from their path chose to take actions that were apprehensible to say the least to the majority of Muslims. Perhaps it should be viewed as a display of honor that they want to be able to worship in this particular location, to connect with God, embody love, and seek forgiveness for and from all of humanity including themselves.
I for one, see it as a very compassionate action that Muslim leaders wish to erect a mosque here, of all places. It truly is a call for healing.
I've read some articles, and done some research and understand a lot about the heart of humankind. I acknowledge that for a small percentage this is a religious debate as they are still grounded in the belief that their religion is the one right and only way to God. But for most people, I think they feel like not disputing the erection of the mosque is dishonoring the fallen. It is, in fact, just the opposite.
The mentality that led up to the 9/11 events was one of hate, fear and intolerance. Continuing to perpetuate that same intolerance is the highest disgrace to those who were lost. The best way to honor their lives is through forgiveness and love.
Here we are, being blessed with another opportunity to demostrate our highest good, and so many are failing the test. So here I am sending compassion to everyone- those of all faiths and philosophies, those all all ethicities, those who want to pray, those who want to heal, those who want to honor, those who think we're separate, those who know we're one and everyone in between. We shall not move on to our next lesson until we succesfully learn our present one.
Blessed be brothers and sisters.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Perfection
So I've been working with this area of seeing divine perfection in everything, every word and happening. And this morning, as I'm sitting here with a broken car and an even more broken bank book, I am challenging myself to find the perfection. The perfect circumstance. The perfect condition. The perfect timing. The perfect choice.
Am I here today instead of there simply so that I can be here in this moment creating this musing? For it is absolutely true that were I to have just arrived at the office on this beautiful overcast morning, there would have been no time for a blog or written introspection. Any insightful musings would have taken place solely in the landscape of thought and escaped into the fleeting horizon of my mind.
I have also been practicing adopting the understanding that I am a miracle worker. That I have all the creative powers of the divine and that I can mold my world in the image that I see fit.
So that brings me back to this question of "why". Why is my car broken today causing me to be here instead of at my office? And given that I have no resources immediately available to me to fix it now, what course of action am I being called upon to take? And knowing that every day's income is essential at this point to keep our home stable, what is my spirit trying to accomplish by presenting me with this challenge? And how am I supposed to solve it?
And I hear the words of my own guidance echoing in my mind. When the path is not clear, the best course of action is to stay still and let the universe work out the details. So still I shall stand. And clear the path shall become. Know there is nothing less than perfection and the miracle shall unfold.
Am I here today instead of there simply so that I can be here in this moment creating this musing? For it is absolutely true that were I to have just arrived at the office on this beautiful overcast morning, there would have been no time for a blog or written introspection. Any insightful musings would have taken place solely in the landscape of thought and escaped into the fleeting horizon of my mind.
I have also been practicing adopting the understanding that I am a miracle worker. That I have all the creative powers of the divine and that I can mold my world in the image that I see fit.
So that brings me back to this question of "why". Why is my car broken today causing me to be here instead of at my office? And given that I have no resources immediately available to me to fix it now, what course of action am I being called upon to take? And knowing that every day's income is essential at this point to keep our home stable, what is my spirit trying to accomplish by presenting me with this challenge? And how am I supposed to solve it?
And I hear the words of my own guidance echoing in my mind. When the path is not clear, the best course of action is to stay still and let the universe work out the details. So still I shall stand. And clear the path shall become. Know there is nothing less than perfection and the miracle shall unfold.
Friday, July 23, 2010
My Miracle Walk
SARK recommends miracle walks when you need a miracle in your life. It is the simple process by which prior to embarking on a walk with no real destination or agenda, you open your hands to the Universe, ask for a miracle and then put one foot in front of the other.
Let me share with you... I need a miracle. Recent occurances in my marriage have brought me to a crossroads. And I have been striving to discover my lesson here, my higher intent for the creation of these events. And although I am only a co-conspirator, I believe that we are all orchestrators of every happening in our life, no matter how powerless we may feel or how painful those happenings may be.
So I've been asking... what's my lesson here. Have I presented myself with this as a lesson in patience, compassion, forgiveness and unconditional love. Or have I instead created these circumstances that I may finally get the message that it is time to move on. I've been leaning towards the latter and have one foot out the door.
With this in mind, I embarked on my miracle walk, which in the middle of this desert metropolis, consisted of a journey around the parking lot of a local shopping plaza. I found an alcove that I never knew existed which led me to the driveway behind the building. I looked at some stones and finally decided to pick one up. And the question came to me "if this rock was your soul, what would you see in it" and the subsequent answer was that "it has a hole in it". Then I dropped it and started to walk away. And a voice yelled "hey, you don't throw it away just because it has a hole in it" so the rock is sitting here on this table beside me.
The next significant occurance on this miracle walk came as I rounded the corner and happened upon a store front. The store was closed, but it's display window was filled with messages. Most gentle words of encouragement like a Lao-Tsu quote about the richest person being the one who knows he has enough and another sentiment about not letting yesterday eat up too much of today. And then I happened upon a greeting card with a picture of a puppy who had obviously misbehaved very badly, and it said "Love me when I least deserve it for that is when I most need it." To me, that speaks loudly of a lesson in forgiveness and unconditional love.
What say you?
A friend posed the thought this morning "where does unconditional love end and honoring self begin". Obviously this is the heart of the question I have been asking. And in truth, I wonder if there should be a line that divides the two. In an ideal world, I would hope not. But in a world frought with human error is it not imperative that we set some boundaries and standards. When people can be so cruel and unkind, must we not sometimes stand up and say "I will not accept that". Unconditionl love means loving in the face of ugliness, but not allowing that ugliness to encroach on your own beauty.
I stand before you now knowing that I am beauty incarnate. I am the embodiment of the gods in all their glory and flaws. As are you. And somehow, I will hear my answer through my anger, confusion and tears.
Let me share with you... I need a miracle. Recent occurances in my marriage have brought me to a crossroads. And I have been striving to discover my lesson here, my higher intent for the creation of these events. And although I am only a co-conspirator, I believe that we are all orchestrators of every happening in our life, no matter how powerless we may feel or how painful those happenings may be.
So I've been asking... what's my lesson here. Have I presented myself with this as a lesson in patience, compassion, forgiveness and unconditional love. Or have I instead created these circumstances that I may finally get the message that it is time to move on. I've been leaning towards the latter and have one foot out the door.
With this in mind, I embarked on my miracle walk, which in the middle of this desert metropolis, consisted of a journey around the parking lot of a local shopping plaza. I found an alcove that I never knew existed which led me to the driveway behind the building. I looked at some stones and finally decided to pick one up. And the question came to me "if this rock was your soul, what would you see in it" and the subsequent answer was that "it has a hole in it". Then I dropped it and started to walk away. And a voice yelled "hey, you don't throw it away just because it has a hole in it" so the rock is sitting here on this table beside me.
The next significant occurance on this miracle walk came as I rounded the corner and happened upon a store front. The store was closed, but it's display window was filled with messages. Most gentle words of encouragement like a Lao-Tsu quote about the richest person being the one who knows he has enough and another sentiment about not letting yesterday eat up too much of today. And then I happened upon a greeting card with a picture of a puppy who had obviously misbehaved very badly, and it said "Love me when I least deserve it for that is when I most need it." To me, that speaks loudly of a lesson in forgiveness and unconditional love.
What say you?
A friend posed the thought this morning "where does unconditional love end and honoring self begin". Obviously this is the heart of the question I have been asking. And in truth, I wonder if there should be a line that divides the two. In an ideal world, I would hope not. But in a world frought with human error is it not imperative that we set some boundaries and standards. When people can be so cruel and unkind, must we not sometimes stand up and say "I will not accept that". Unconditionl love means loving in the face of ugliness, but not allowing that ugliness to encroach on your own beauty.
I stand before you now knowing that I am beauty incarnate. I am the embodiment of the gods in all their glory and flaws. As are you. And somehow, I will hear my answer through my anger, confusion and tears.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Light, Faith and Spirit
They say I am a being of Light and Faith and Spirit. And if I take what they say as true, then what I am going through right now is not becoming someone new, but remembering who I am.
Many people from the past have reconnected with me over the last few days and expressed to me the impact I had on them and the way they see me as a person. And it is the same reflection that I am striving now to embody. And the same person I thought I always was. Yet, why do I feel that now that I am striving to live that life more actively, it is causing such conflict?
Why do I feel like the more I walk in the light, the more angry you become? If this is the same person I have always been, then why do I seem to offend you so now? I am returning to the same person now that you fell in love with once upon a time. How is it that what once drew you to me, now pushes you away?
And why have I chosen a love who thinks that matters of the Spirit are for fools? What did I hope to gain by such a masochistic choice? And when will the questions cease and be replaced by the everlasting silence of knowing my Truth?
I know the Truth of who I am. I have stated it quite clearly for all to hear. What I do not understand is how or if we are to make this work given who we are and who we are each choosing to be. All I can say is this...
I am going to live a spirited life filled with faith and light. I am not going to dwell in the darkness. I am going to share my light with the world. And I am going to put myself and my connection to source and spirit first. That is who I am. That is my path.
You can love me or leave me. But know, that is your choice. If I shine too brightly, I understand. But the decision to run from my light out of fear or judgement is yours. I do not ask you to go. I only say clearly that I am taking the high road. Whatever path you choose, I will love you nonetheless.
Many people from the past have reconnected with me over the last few days and expressed to me the impact I had on them and the way they see me as a person. And it is the same reflection that I am striving now to embody. And the same person I thought I always was. Yet, why do I feel that now that I am striving to live that life more actively, it is causing such conflict?
Why do I feel like the more I walk in the light, the more angry you become? If this is the same person I have always been, then why do I seem to offend you so now? I am returning to the same person now that you fell in love with once upon a time. How is it that what once drew you to me, now pushes you away?
And why have I chosen a love who thinks that matters of the Spirit are for fools? What did I hope to gain by such a masochistic choice? And when will the questions cease and be replaced by the everlasting silence of knowing my Truth?
I know the Truth of who I am. I have stated it quite clearly for all to hear. What I do not understand is how or if we are to make this work given who we are and who we are each choosing to be. All I can say is this...
I am going to live a spirited life filled with faith and light. I am not going to dwell in the darkness. I am going to share my light with the world. And I am going to put myself and my connection to source and spirit first. That is who I am. That is my path.
You can love me or leave me. But know, that is your choice. If I shine too brightly, I understand. But the decision to run from my light out of fear or judgement is yours. I do not ask you to go. I only say clearly that I am taking the high road. Whatever path you choose, I will love you nonetheless.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Manifestation
Dreams grow once the wick of passion is ignited.
And single sighted in my vision,
I make the decision to embrace it with all of my being.
Seeing the once hazy future through the clarity of new eyes,
I realize the epic nature of this moment,
Feeling the magic sent from my soles.
It starts in my toes, as a light,
Burning bright and bursting up to my heart
Like a firework...
You know, the kind that sizzle
And pop and don't stop til they leave an expression of awe on your face.
From this space I draw forth my dream.
It comes not from my head
Or the words I just read.
It rises instead from that feeling-
Reeling with excitement-
Because I'm already there.
And single sighted in my vision,
I make the decision to embrace it with all of my being.
Seeing the once hazy future through the clarity of new eyes,
I realize the epic nature of this moment,
Feeling the magic sent from my soles.
It starts in my toes, as a light,
Burning bright and bursting up to my heart
Like a firework...
You know, the kind that sizzle
And pop and don't stop til they leave an expression of awe on your face.
From this space I draw forth my dream.
It comes not from my head
Or the words I just read.
It rises instead from that feeling-
Reeling with excitement-
Because I'm already there.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Acceptance
In this moment, I am praying for acceptance. My stepson is a special needs child. He is significantly developmentally delayed. He is ten years old. His reading is limited to basic cvc words and even many of those he struggles with. His vocabulary is being surpassed by my two year old. His memory recall is sometimes less than seconds. And this is really just the tip of the iceberg.
And it's sad. And it's frustrating. And I sit here and watch him strive to express love and what should be some of the most joyful moments wind up being some of the most tearful as he hands me a card that says "da yov mom" and is meant to say "to you mom".
I spend most of my time with him in an inner dialogue wishing he could be more, be smarter, be normal. And I am praying right now to wish only for him to be happy. Free from the societal standards that have taught me, and so many others, to see him as "not enough".
And those who believe that the world is but a mirror might say that what I am really feeling in these moments is that I am not enough. Maybe that's where my oportunity lies. And perhaps the lessons that I must constantly drill for him, day in and day out, are the same lessons that I most need reminded of myself.
Through this pain I seek to transform my own judgements into acceptance, love and light. I seek to remember that we are all here on the same journey. And that perhaps he made the choice to come into his perfect vessel so that he could teach the rest of us just a little bit more about love. Could it be that he truly is here as a teacher?
I'll try to remember that tomorrow when he seems unable to sound out a four letter spelling word and he's throwing toys across the room.
Change that. There is no try. There is only do. I'll remember that tomorrow. His sacrifice is his gift. His gift to me and to the world.
And it's sad. And it's frustrating. And I sit here and watch him strive to express love and what should be some of the most joyful moments wind up being some of the most tearful as he hands me a card that says "da yov mom" and is meant to say "to you mom".
I spend most of my time with him in an inner dialogue wishing he could be more, be smarter, be normal. And I am praying right now to wish only for him to be happy. Free from the societal standards that have taught me, and so many others, to see him as "not enough".
And those who believe that the world is but a mirror might say that what I am really feeling in these moments is that I am not enough. Maybe that's where my oportunity lies. And perhaps the lessons that I must constantly drill for him, day in and day out, are the same lessons that I most need reminded of myself.
Through this pain I seek to transform my own judgements into acceptance, love and light. I seek to remember that we are all here on the same journey. And that perhaps he made the choice to come into his perfect vessel so that he could teach the rest of us just a little bit more about love. Could it be that he truly is here as a teacher?
I'll try to remember that tomorrow when he seems unable to sound out a four letter spelling word and he's throwing toys across the room.
Change that. There is no try. There is only do. I'll remember that tomorrow. His sacrifice is his gift. His gift to me and to the world.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
I am who I am
There is so much to say that I don't even know where to begin. Know this.
I am who I am. I believe what I believe. You can love me or you can leave me. It is that simple.
"I believe in mysteries and miracles and the magic of a new day. I believe in angels and natural wonders and the beauty inside people. I believe in rainbows and happy endings and dreams come true." ~Unknown
To sit there and say that I am a fool because I believe in things that cannot be seen is tantamount to ignorance. We can not see the air we breathe. We can not see another's voice. One can not see love. One can not see laughter. One can not see pain. Are these things any less real?
Science has proven that everything in this world consists of energy. You can not see the sub-atomic particles that are the foundation of our phyisical world. Does that mean they do not exist?
If the great minds of our time subscribed to this theory that in order for something to be real, it must first be seen, where would we be today? We would be without lights, without medicine, without transportation. We would still be cavemen pleased that we had fire and the wheel. Our world is the way that it is because every day throughout human existence, great people decided to believe first. Edison knew that electricity could be harnessed not because he had seen it done but because he believed it to be so. Would you have thought him a fool?
Alternative forms of healing are being taught in major institutions all across the world. And hospitals everywhere are embracing these same methods and incorporating them with Western ideologies, not because they are trying to lead the sheep to the pits of ignorance, but because these methods are being proven to be real, both by science and by human experience, every day. Even the power of prayer is gaining indisuptable evidence of its effectiveness.
And some things will always go beyond measure. We as a people may never prove the existence of God. We may never be able to define the soul. There may never be glasses that allow us to see spirits or auras or invisible energy. But there will always be believers.
I am a believer. It is part of who I am.
I am who I am. I believe what I believe. You can love me or you can leave me. It is that simple.
"I believe in mysteries and miracles and the magic of a new day. I believe in angels and natural wonders and the beauty inside people. I believe in rainbows and happy endings and dreams come true." ~Unknown
To sit there and say that I am a fool because I believe in things that cannot be seen is tantamount to ignorance. We can not see the air we breathe. We can not see another's voice. One can not see love. One can not see laughter. One can not see pain. Are these things any less real?
Science has proven that everything in this world consists of energy. You can not see the sub-atomic particles that are the foundation of our phyisical world. Does that mean they do not exist?
If the great minds of our time subscribed to this theory that in order for something to be real, it must first be seen, where would we be today? We would be without lights, without medicine, without transportation. We would still be cavemen pleased that we had fire and the wheel. Our world is the way that it is because every day throughout human existence, great people decided to believe first. Edison knew that electricity could be harnessed not because he had seen it done but because he believed it to be so. Would you have thought him a fool?
Alternative forms of healing are being taught in major institutions all across the world. And hospitals everywhere are embracing these same methods and incorporating them with Western ideologies, not because they are trying to lead the sheep to the pits of ignorance, but because these methods are being proven to be real, both by science and by human experience, every day. Even the power of prayer is gaining indisuptable evidence of its effectiveness.
And some things will always go beyond measure. We as a people may never prove the existence of God. We may never be able to define the soul. There may never be glasses that allow us to see spirits or auras or invisible energy. But there will always be believers.
I am a believer. It is part of who I am.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Judgement
I feel that it is unwise for you to think us foolish simply because we believe in a different reality. This suit of judgement suits you not. It is the wrong color for your creamy complexion and it wreaks of decades of moth balls. Not too mention that it is far too small for your innate grandness.
Why do we threaten you? Does our view of the world endanger your reality or encroach upon your concrete foundation? I think not. We keep the eaves of our evolutionary thought model carefully trimmed so that passers-by need not be offended lest they want to walk in our garden and inhale the scent of a limitless life.
If you choose to live confined by the boundaries of your own mind, that is your choice. We, however, rejoice in the freedom received when we dare to conceive of our infinite power. The wisdom of the hour is simply this...
Bliss is the key. Release us from your judgements for even if they serve you, they dishonor our spirit. Hear it loud and clear. The message that I speak. There is no place for judgement in a house of love.
Why do we threaten you? Does our view of the world endanger your reality or encroach upon your concrete foundation? I think not. We keep the eaves of our evolutionary thought model carefully trimmed so that passers-by need not be offended lest they want to walk in our garden and inhale the scent of a limitless life.
If you choose to live confined by the boundaries of your own mind, that is your choice. We, however, rejoice in the freedom received when we dare to conceive of our infinite power. The wisdom of the hour is simply this...
Bliss is the key. Release us from your judgements for even if they serve you, they dishonor our spirit. Hear it loud and clear. The message that I speak. There is no place for judgement in a house of love.
Friday, April 23, 2010
In the Gap
In the gap I am
In the gap I stand
Create without hesitation
Question not your surroundings
For this is home
Loneliness lost when you slipped through the crack
We are here
Fear remained outside the door
No floor, no walls, no halls
Just open space
You erased your story when you came here today
Stay with us
For this is where Truth lives
In the gap I stand
Create without hesitation
Question not your surroundings
For this is home
Loneliness lost when you slipped through the crack
We are here
Fear remained outside the door
No floor, no walls, no halls
Just open space
You erased your story when you came here today
Stay with us
For this is where Truth lives
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Honor My Self
So today I am trying to figure out what it means to honor my self. How do I place myself and my needs first above all others? I mean, is it even possible when you're a wife and a mother of three? On one level, I ask "how is it possible to do anything but?" How can you truly be present in your life if you don't fulfill your own needs first?
But when I look at it, I'm not sure I can identify many times when I've placed myself first. Not just in the context of marriage and motherhood, but over the course of my whole life. Self-love, self-respect and self-worth were simply not taught to me as a child.
Know that I love myself. I am a fabulous being filled with Love and Light. I am open, honest, empathetic, non-judgemental (although this is an area that I work on a lot), creative, expressive, intelligent, compassionate, forgiving, nurturing, supportive and I could go on. But I am questioning to what degree I practice self-love. I am beginning to understand that the two are not one and the same. It is possible to love oneself but to disregard oneself at the same time.
And it's interesting, looking back over this list of traits that I proudly embody. Many of them seem contradictory to this "self-centered" mentality. Empathy, forgiveness, nurture, compassion... aren't these all "other-centered"? I do understand though that in order to be of service to others, I must nurture my own Spirit and my connection to Source. And I do understand that in this area, I often fall short. I believe though that honoring oneself goes deeper than nurturing ones own Spirit.
I believe I can honor myself by asking for what I need from the Universe and those that are in my life. I can honor myself by setting aside time for me each and every day and making it known that time is my time. I can honor myself by stopping throughout my day and asking myself what I need at that moment without first stopping to think how everyone else will feel about it. And I can honor myself by speaking my Truth, quietly and clearly, but without compromise. I can honor myself by being me and allowing you to be you, each a reflection to provide the other with opportunities for growth.
And then this is where I get lost again. Because it leads me back to the thought that you are me and I am you. We are truly One. So then, by honoring you am I not honoring me in the process? And I guess the question must then become what thought/action/words/deed are born out of the greatest good for all.
So perhaps what I neecd to ask is not how to honor myself, but how to honor our Spirit, for that is the source of all right action.
But when I look at it, I'm not sure I can identify many times when I've placed myself first. Not just in the context of marriage and motherhood, but over the course of my whole life. Self-love, self-respect and self-worth were simply not taught to me as a child.
Know that I love myself. I am a fabulous being filled with Love and Light. I am open, honest, empathetic, non-judgemental (although this is an area that I work on a lot), creative, expressive, intelligent, compassionate, forgiving, nurturing, supportive and I could go on. But I am questioning to what degree I practice self-love. I am beginning to understand that the two are not one and the same. It is possible to love oneself but to disregard oneself at the same time.
And it's interesting, looking back over this list of traits that I proudly embody. Many of them seem contradictory to this "self-centered" mentality. Empathy, forgiveness, nurture, compassion... aren't these all "other-centered"? I do understand though that in order to be of service to others, I must nurture my own Spirit and my connection to Source. And I do understand that in this area, I often fall short. I believe though that honoring oneself goes deeper than nurturing ones own Spirit.
I believe I can honor myself by asking for what I need from the Universe and those that are in my life. I can honor myself by setting aside time for me each and every day and making it known that time is my time. I can honor myself by stopping throughout my day and asking myself what I need at that moment without first stopping to think how everyone else will feel about it. And I can honor myself by speaking my Truth, quietly and clearly, but without compromise. I can honor myself by being me and allowing you to be you, each a reflection to provide the other with opportunities for growth.
And then this is where I get lost again. Because it leads me back to the thought that you are me and I am you. We are truly One. So then, by honoring you am I not honoring me in the process? And I guess the question must then become what thought/action/words/deed are born out of the greatest good for all.
So perhaps what I neecd to ask is not how to honor myself, but how to honor our Spirit, for that is the source of all right action.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Connected
I am often amazed at how hard I must work to be connected to my Spirit. How easy it is for my higher self to slumber for days, weeks and even months. Sometimes only awakening a handful of times over the course of a year. How can that be when Spirit is our true essence? It's almost like the cat that thinks its a dog. Or the child who is still wearing his Halloween costume in May. Perfectly content to be but a mirage of our true selves.
Maybe content is not the right way to put it. That would imply that I don't feel as if something is missing when I've turned the volume down so low that I must strain to hear the whisper of my Higher Self. And yet even though I know that life is better when I am whole, I still so often live from a fraction. Retraction into the mental and physical planes, allowing myself to be disconnected.
How strange that it takes so much work to be what I already am- a spiritual being on a human journey. Seriously. When a horse is carrying a rider through the woods, does he forget that he's a horse. Does he think he is the rider? Or does he become the trail? Being one with the world around you is one thing. But forgetting that you exist is another entirely.
And it's not that I don't want to be connected. And it's not that I don't want to be guided by Spirit in everything I do. It's just that in the moments of daily life, when I'm bogged down by my body and held hostage by my mind, I can't seem to remember to turn on the Light. So I'm writing this as a reminder to myself, and perhaps to you too if you empathize with my plight, that it is a whole lot easier to see and move when the lights are on.
Stop fumbling around in the dark, groping for what you think might be there. Instead, turn on the light of your Spirit and see how the illumination can change your whole world.
Maybe content is not the right way to put it. That would imply that I don't feel as if something is missing when I've turned the volume down so low that I must strain to hear the whisper of my Higher Self. And yet even though I know that life is better when I am whole, I still so often live from a fraction. Retraction into the mental and physical planes, allowing myself to be disconnected.
How strange that it takes so much work to be what I already am- a spiritual being on a human journey. Seriously. When a horse is carrying a rider through the woods, does he forget that he's a horse. Does he think he is the rider? Or does he become the trail? Being one with the world around you is one thing. But forgetting that you exist is another entirely.
And it's not that I don't want to be connected. And it's not that I don't want to be guided by Spirit in everything I do. It's just that in the moments of daily life, when I'm bogged down by my body and held hostage by my mind, I can't seem to remember to turn on the Light. So I'm writing this as a reminder to myself, and perhaps to you too if you empathize with my plight, that it is a whole lot easier to see and move when the lights are on.
Stop fumbling around in the dark, groping for what you think might be there. Instead, turn on the light of your Spirit and see how the illumination can change your whole world.
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