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

Gaze Deeply into the Caverns of the Soul

Gaze deeply

The Caverns of our soul.

Laying dormant

Buried

Hidden

Our deepest fears.

Sit with

Allowing light to shine.

Afraid

Alone

No longer.

Be with them

Embrace them

Serving their purpose.

Thank them

Acknowledge

Bring to surface of great canvas.

Release them

Let them go

Allowing them to find their place within Canvas.

Gaze deeply into the Caverns of the soul…for our greatest allies are waiting.~Ani Po

Plucking Stars of New Reality

Plucking stars,

Giving new thought.

Sitting in nothingness,

Allowing what will be to be.

Gaze once more,

New thought entering my galaxy.

Comforted by nothingness,

Rewarding as much.

Gazing once more…

Plucking stars of new reality.~Ani Po

 

Re-writing Our Story

Sitting quietly

The birth of a new day.

Giving thanks

Lessons before and those to come.

Darkness

All around us.

Looking toward the dawning of a new day.

With pen in hand

Ink begins to flow.

Remembering

Stories of old.

Honoring them.

We move forward

Light begins to fill the sky.

Pausing for a moment

Embracing the solitude.

Setting out to re-write our story.

Stepping into the Canvas with a higher knowing. We embrace all there was and all that will be. Remaining in the moment, breathing into life, we begin…re-writing our Story…Ani Po

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…

 

 

Be Here

What for seek which is not there.

Fill not void of non-existence.

Call out echoes of nothingness.

Cry to cleanse or ask for guidance.

Bleed for own true healing.

Self to global knowingness.

See through single lens or multitudes of such.

I am to she and they, as we are to stars and moon.

Gazed upon or plucked from the skies.

Be here or BE HERE…we are…Ani Po

 

 

The Broken Wings of Life

The broken wings of life.

We cannot fly without two wings. Wings representing past and present.

If a broken wing of past exists, we fly counter-clockwise or counter productive fashion…circling and spiraling into our own pain. While important to feel pain it is equally important to keep flight.

Likewise if wings of future are broken we spin aimlessly in a clockwise fashion…circling without any direction.

Moving forward with continuous reflection on past and present, keeping a forward momentum.

Ani Po