Life Comes to an End

How did we get here?

Birthed by a father-mother and inundated with a world of realities. We go on through life picking new realities, bits and pieces of other persons’ realities, making them our own.

Until one day it just doesn’t feel right. We ask…

What am I to do?

We contemplate life, existence and everything in between. Sitting quietly, taking stock in our own reality and seeing what works for us and what the world needs.

We choose, making different strokes to our canvas, creating a whole new reality. Now wiped clean, our reality emptied for creating what was meant to be. Like a reboot of a computer, our hard drive wiped clean and filled with new data.

Open to what may be, we open ourselves to new thoughts and messages from places not of physical but a place of non-existence. From this place of non-existence it becomes a new reality…it becomes who we are.

Now what?

Live. Live life according to who we are.

A new birth takes place. We are birthed from the stars and moon, the sky and multiple planetary alignments. We can now go anywhere in this world and anywhere in the cosmos, gaining access to infinitesimal knowledge on a grandeur scale.

We are here, we are present and we are accepting and understanding of all things, all people with no attachment to their realities or beliefs…but a deep respect for paths they choose for themselves. When they are ready to see, we will be there to guide them without attachment of any expected outcomes…they become.

As we are born, life comes to an end.

With our demise, we are born again.~Ani Po

 

Our Stories Connect Us to One Another

Deep within the Canvas of Life lay dormant a thousand story-lines. Stories of who we are, who we were and ultimately speaks as to where we are heading. These stories bridge gaps between one and another.
Unshared…connection is lost.
In sharing we connect on a deeper level, allowing a bond of sorts to take place. Often a healing voice is heard within stories as another connects with a given situation.
On a deeper level there is a greater connection of ‘all there is’…where words are no longer spoken. No need for revisiting story-lines as the story is all around. For now we focus on sharing the stories.
A friend of mine was having a difficult day with recent health. Battling to find a healthy disposition once again. With eyes of despair he looked to me for light of hope. Remaining in my own space, without telling him what to do or feel, I shared a story. His own story of getting dirty and having to wipe dirt from his sandals on nearly a daily basis, reminded me of difficult time of my own.
My brother called me one day in desperation. “I need your help. I have a clogged drain system at one of my properties and I need your generator in case I have to cut the power to the building.”
“Ok, I will meet you there.”
Arriving at the scene, my brother filled me in to what was happening and what is needed. We went to work.
We began at the drain stack. This is the central line of the drain system, spanning from floor to roof. With trying to snake out the clog from the main drain, we realized the clogged pipe was further into the foundation. The snake was unable to ‘rotor-rooter’ the problem, so we were going to have to do the ‘worse case scenario.’
We began cutting into the foundation of the house, with hopes of gaining access of clogged area.
With a gas-powered cement cutter my brother began cutting into the foundation. Cutting and removing broken pieces of the foundation we gained access to the pipe. With very specific measurements, my brother was able to find where the potential clog may be…we needed to cut into the pipe. Septic was already filling the basement and the clog needed to be cleared…he began cutting into the pipe.
Seconds into the process, muddy water began splattering me from head to toe. Now with mud covering my whole body my brother stopped to apologize, “Sorry dude.” No worries…let’s just get to the source of the problem. We continue to work at the situation. Pipe was cleared and we were given access to the clogged area. The clog was removed and we were able to put the pieces back together.
After telling the story to my friend “sometimes life can throw dirt at us, covering us from head to toe. If we remain focused on our situation the dirt can be cleared.”
This story was exactly what he needed as he relived a similar situation with his own brother. Covered head to toe with dirt…he knew the dirt was easily washed away.

In telling this story to friend, I not only connected with him…but I reconnected with my brother and in a way connected with his brother.

I give thanks for my brother, the situation (as dirty as it was), my friend and the deeper connection we shared…it was exactly what was needed.
We often feel we need to fix things, wanting to help others correct their own situations. But it is a greater gift to allow their own self-realization to step forward…healing on a deeper and longer lasting level.
Stepping into the Canvas recounting a story of old. Looking back, remaining present, our future shifts…as does the community around us. Our Stories Connect Us to One Another…our stories bridge gaps of past and future.~Ani Po

Mirrored by Love

It is what it is.

With difficulty of putting into words, I will attempt to translate. Some may resonate and others will not…that is ok.

Truth is…there is pain and suffering everywhere in our world. There is also a myriad of goodness. We focus merely on the pain and suffering without giving a deeper thought to it and we remain stuck in anxiety, fear or hatred of another.

Whether intrinsic or an outward gaze, we see what we wish to see in this world. Pain and suffering will always exist, but the ability to transcend our own darkness is a personal journey. In doing so does not mean we ignore suffering, we merely choose to live amidst the painted clouds of joy and gladness.

Every day is an opportunity to share in a dance with inspiration, inspiring others to see darkness or share in a guiding light. While vast and infinite, the choices we make, canvas we see…we paint as our visions unfold.

With a glimpse of hope, through a flickering light or a welcoming hand to guide us along, the choice remains as a self guided journey of such.

I am truly blessed to work with so many wonderful people. On a daily basis I am reminded of the vast stories we share. Our pain exists on many levels and our joy extends infinitely. We all may or may not have a moment of forgetfulness. A moment where we forget our own focus. Or maybe we have not?! Maybe our focus is meant to be on pain and suffering or on joy and gladness. Whatever the choices, I hold space for what others may seek.

No longer here to say this is right or wrong, good or evil…for it is all divine in its own being. The medicine we share amongst our people…may very well be exactly what is needed. As a greater whole the medicine shared in one area…brings balance to a greater whole.

Just last week I was truly inspired by another’s painful journey. I was not inspired by the pain and suffering but the flicker of hope I saw within him.

Sharing his story of past traumas, we brought it to the forefront of reality and held it for a moment. Shared in the wisdom it brought forward…experiencing pain hidden and the strength emerging as a result.

Shifting from pain we focused on its strength. Sharing in the medicine walking together into a darkened unknown…keeping focus on a little glimpse of light off in the distance.

His story touched my heart, my heart touched his. In that moment…we were mirrored by love.

On a deeper sense, Connecting at levels of the heart…mirrored by love…Ani Po

The End of a Chapter

Our willingness to begin anew starts by ending the chapter before.~Ani Po

From page to page, day to day…we are glued to the pages before us. Trapped in the pages, whether favored or not, joyful or heart-wrenching…we cannot see what lay ahead until we turn the page.

It is often easier to turn the pages when in pure enjoyment, as we scan the words upon the pages. Not-so-easy when pages bring sadness or more challenges in our being.

Just as in our favorite reading material shows when words do not align with our thoughts of the day…we simply put the book down…tabling our attention from disheartening portions of the day. When we are ready to begin again, we pick up where we left off or we skip the chapter in it’s entirety. It is our book…we can do whatever we want…

Knowing Our Family

We never really know the extent of family…until we are ‘with’ our family.~Ani Po

Not until we speak our truth do we know who they truly are. Freely speaking with loving heart, unattached to whether it is or not received. Speaking and taking note as if it is or it is not.

With a feeling or a sense of connection, we’d like to think we have made a deeper connection. Is it a deeper connection or merely feeling our deepest desires of such? It really does not matter…as long as truths are freely shared..

 

 

The Virus and the Cure

We are the virus and the cure.~Ani Po

Fear and anger exist in the mind, creating more distraught and disease. Accessing faith and love via the heart we come to a deeper understanding of being. Turning disease into ease.

The virus exists and so does the cure…where do we set our gaze? Removing our own masks, we allow our higher self and ingenuity to come forth. Problems become opportunities, chaos becomes sorted…breathing in uncertainty, breathing out with authority…

Stepping into the Canvas with brother sister raccoon. Removing masks of our own fears and disease, donning our own transformation and resourcefulness…allowing ease to present itself…