Monday, September 30, 2013
Oh sweet life gift me a straw as big as the sun rise sky. Let me drink this day with such gusto my cheeks hurt. And tonight, when the last drop has been drawn into my soul, may the night sky vibrate with the most amazing slurp of joy the earth has known. Even the rules of etiquette surrender to joy.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Life, events, people, time, and experiences are not the enemy. Change is not the enemy. I am not the enemy. The enemy is not the enemy. A friend becomes a fiend only when we remove the "r".
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
The sun has journeyed over the mountain hill, it is in a different place this morning. The wind is dancing with the trees. If this were the only moment of sight and then sight would be gone, the colors and shapes of trees would be so different from that gifted with the same moment in just a few hours. Who would be right? And even if the moment of seeing the trees and sky were done at exactly the same time every day throughout the years, still the vision would be different as the earth moves around the sun. Like the proverb of blind men defining an elephant, one only feeling the trunk, another a leg and another only the tail. Whose sight is right? Whose wisdom and perception the truth? A reminder of how little we see. Only this moment is what we have. To be mindful of how we define ourselves, our day and others based only upon this one moment. But an even better and magnificent reminder of the expansive wonder and awe that is before us.... waiting, waiting, for us to see.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free” ~ Rumi
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
I walked up the steep mountain hill I could not pedal. I would embody within, the strength that could meet the climb. Looking up the sky seemed so close. The gentle whisper, “It is NOT a dome. It is not a dome.” We are not goldfish swimming in a bowl. The cosmos and universe extend far beyond what we can even dream or conceive. Columbus shook the world proving the earth was not flat. He never mentioned neither was it a dome. My own body, like the sky, contains a cosmos of Light extending beyond the dome called form. Come Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria… time to set sail………………….
Monday, September 23, 2013
Sunday, September 22, 2013
A most blessed day standing and sitting in the rhythm of nature, this first day of fall. To sit with metta, gratitude, and peace witnessing the transitions of nature and life. A reminder each moment and breath a harvest for seeds planted. A day of abunDANCE. Namaste.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
The sun neither sets nor rises. It is simply the earth turning. Forgiveness is turning from the belief that that all things, events and people should be exactly as I want and wanted them to be. To defy gravity and stand in the open cosmic Space of Life, to turn and know absolution’s release. Free from gravity I can see both sun and moon. Free from gravity I can twirl and dance the heart’s dervish and watch a million sunsets and moon rises. All is as it should be.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Have you ever seen a child trying to keep the secret of a gift? How their body trembles, their eyes are huge, and it seems they would explode if they do not tell? Oh may I be a child today. The earth, clerks, drivers passing by, those in my heart known and unknown, the receivers of the secret gift I hold. My body and eyes exploding, unable to keep it secret any longer - all are loved! all are loved!!!
Monday, September 16, 2013
So many have felt the power of nature. Her wind, water, earth, and fire. Today may my heart unleash an even greater force. To give honor to the devastation with the inviolable unbarred fierceness of hope.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Sitting with the candle last night my heart sighed to think of all the wonder. The flame, once stilled, began to dance. It made me giggle. To watch how sensitive the flame was to movement and yet the wick stood still. The wick like the trees this morning, dancing with clipper winds, bending and swaying and yet they remain steadied and strong. To use the flame of Life as a guide when that about us would cause us to sway. Noticing the source the movement, and knowing you, your essence, your truth remains untouched. To dance with the flame and yet in fierce grace to protect the flame. The way the winds may blow we cannot control but we can choose how and when the precious flame will dance, stretch or stand in stillness. Our light moving outward to touch all around and unveil the darkness, but at its essence, its truth, it is our flame.
Friday, September 13, 2013
Today, when others, or myself, would define my atMUSTsphere, may I remember this moment of awe. Stillness of trees. Gliding armies of clouds. Playful windbows. Or the softness of the grass looking up and beholding all. To choose where I will dance.
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
If only there had not been exams and grades. The dreaded red pencil upon the papers turned in. For some reason I have wondered just what the world looks like through a microscope. To imagine the galaxies and worlds that exists right now that I cannot see. The opportunity was lost in school as the dreaded red pen of judgment transformed curiosity, openness and seeing into an object lesson of trying to please.
I have no microscope so the worlds remain unseen. But before me now a cricket hops and suddenly looks like a moth as it flies from here to there. Three evergreen sentinels stand firm and still while an elm tree is dancing softly like a lace curtain behind an open window. A few yellow leaves are the scouts of fall. A roofer’s hammer mimics a woodpecker. I wonder if he hums while he works. A single leaf looks like two. And beneath all I see are the galaxies and universes streaming that I cannot see but this morning to feel. No dreaded red pen today! There is no right or wrong way to look and see! The only question on today’s test and journal is “Look little one! Look! Tell me, do you see the wonder, the awe the absolute abundance about you!” Curiosity is the hands that opens the gifts.
Monday, September 9, 2013
I tried to ponder loss. Does the absence of one drop really change the ocean? Does loss mean something no longer exists? I pondered those loved now lost. I pondered the words from hospice, “Do not say she is dying. She is no different than you standing there instead of lying in the bed.” I pondered these failing eyes that struggle to read the words typed. This and that, no longer here. Lost? Gone? Are there no longer hearts that love and are loved by another? Are there no longer eyes that can read? Is there no longer this and that? Is loss like the new moon, so black but it is only her position that makes her light lost? Is loss the absence of mine and the shape, form and time I desire, perhaps demand?
It is not acceptance. It is not release. I can still grieve; I can still feel the absence. But, as I laugh my heart begins to sing as it feels the love of 7 billion hearts and the changeless Heart of the One. I laugh to see through 14 billion eyes and the changeless eyes of the One. I experience the this and that through all and All. Maybe your heart? Maybe your eyes? Who knows the abundance is so grand. And should you need strong legs to walk the mountains, know there are two good ones here, laughing, and offering you their joy. And should you giggle for some unknown reason, giggle again to think another has laughed through you.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Some hugs you will never forget.
My passion, joy, and delight are feeding the birds, squirrels, and marmots that grace my yard. My state, in such a drought, the bears have left the mountains in search of food. No danger except for humans who will not let them pass through. A mother and cub have found the bird seed. Humans will not let them be. My heart wept. To call Wildlife would mean their killing. To not stop feeding the birds meant I was inviting their harm. I sat in meditation seeking my heart. I made the call.
Some angels are delicate, wispy white wings and soft ivory faces. Others are big burly men, bald and waddle when they walk. I will clean up all seed and put no more down. I will leave a corn meal blessing for the birds, squirrels, and marmots and a promise to feed again soon. A burly angel sits watch in his truck having talked so gently to the mother bear. He will do nothing now. He saw the silent tears streaming down my face and wrapped me against his body in a true bear hug..
Some hugs you will never forget. The union of two hearts, two strangers, and one prayer…may all beings and creatures be safe. To seek the heart and then to listen to what it says. Namaste sweet life. I do honor you.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Still working with Lunacy, I sat with a stick of sage gently burning. Being curious, I moved my hand and watched the dance of sage fragrance bend, twist and weave against itself. Every action creates a reaction, whether seen or unseen. If the delicate stream of smoke had not been there, the invisible air would have still moved with my hand. And then to laugh, to think of how another’s hurtful actions were like a bellow blowing against me. No, not lunacy this time, it was indeed perfection. Their actions made visible what I had not seen within me. I waved my hand again to watch the dance then giggled – “You’re perfect my friend! Those who love me had not gifted the smoke so I could see! What greater friend than one who gifts the fragrant smoke of sage so I can see!”
Friday, September 6, 2013
Look! Look! Look!
The other day I was walking around the city lake down the hill. A young mother was there with her small son. As I walked watched them walking hand in hand. He barely came to her knees. I watched as she let go of his hand and POOF! off he went, full speed ahead. His wobbly legs making his body dance like a weeble. He ran as fast as he could towards the water.
The mother, realizing she had miscalculated went running after him. But instead of yelling at him, she was giggling with him. She did not chase after. She ran with. Oh yes, she got to him before his momentum would probably have carried him into the water, but such a grand sight it was. Children always run to the water. Always run to wonder, awe, laughter and delight.
May today, the call of Life be so strong within you, you too run "to the water" run giggling with only one thought - Look! Look! Look! To listen to the heart's permission. And Life shall run with you, giggling with you, and will, with gentle hands, make sure you stay in the moment, safe, abundant in joy, and laugh with you.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
His voice was melodic. The clerk's eyes, looking at a line that would make any box office promoter drool, softened and smiled. "Thank you," she whispered. My impatient sigh transformed and whispered, "Thank you." Perhaps that's why it's called a spiritual practice. I have not arrived. "Take my time. I'm in no hurry. Death comes soon enough. Everything is practice."
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
In a moment of ecstatic wonder, I climbed on top of the boulder, stretched my arms and bellowed to the valley and sky "I'm alive!" It wasn't until I was sitting down and observing the clouds at eye level and the steepness of the mountain top, that the thought of "lunacy" danced in my head. Norman Fischer translates the Zen saying of appreciating and acknowledging your weaknesses as "appreciate your lunacy." To do so, allows your heart to be tender when others are equally weak. Now, when the actions of others buffet my heart, I remember this boulder. My heart whispers, "I appreciate your lunacy! And I'm still Alive!"
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
I sit to savor my coffee, the glorious ahhhh morning and the incredible pre-fall breeze. But I am hot. The breeze is not blowing in the right direction to enter the windows. I chuckle at myself. Because the breeze does not suit me, nature is mis-queued. I notice the piece of paper next to me looks to be breathing with its gentle rise and fall. My chuckle becomes a bellowed laugh. Nature is trying to gift her delicious touch. The curtain has drooped and caught the breeze flowing towards me.
Today, sweet Life, may I with gentle hands, move all curtains within and without that would block the breeze.
Monday, September 2, 2013
May the pause of your labors, give reflection of pride for all
you do -do not forget to praise yourself.
May the pause of your labors allow your feet to move towards
your dream, upon the soles of ‘what if.’
May the pause of your labors issue forth a blessing within your
heart for the millions who have no work, food, shelter, water and exist upon
the sustenance of dust.
May the pause of your labors celebrate the changing seasons and
give cause to notice nature’s symphony and painted canvas beckoning you to come
May the pause of your labors be not the pause of your laughter.
May the pause of your labors remind you to breathe, and enjoy
May the pause of your labors so delight your eyes, come
tomorrow, you eagerly seek to see yet again.
And may today, you know only the effortless labor of love.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
I, who awaken before the dawn, woke up this morning with the sun sitting on the mountain. My mind could not figure out what kind of clouds were in the sky or the feel of the morning. I had awakened with the day already in conversation. Then to ponder how others and the earth feel when they meet my presence. Do they walk into a conversation in progress and feel out of sync? Oh that my presence today would greet others with a quiet bench that they might sit, know peace, and the conversation of their heart.