Taking Another Turn

Darkness

I am beginning to understand things with such clarity. Just coming back from a funeral today, where I began to feel a sea of emotions fill the room. Instinctively I began to keep time, passing energy and healing broken threads to all existence.

My sister-in-law, a woman of great faith, loses her Mother but gains much wisdom with her passing. As I witness this, I am left witnessing wisdom filling within me as well. Tears begin to flow, but I come to understand that throughout my life they were not my own but tears of humanity. Is it possible that we are merely here to correct he broken threads to our Brothers and Sisters?

Jesus spoke of this and so did Buddha, but who are we to think that we have this gift? I say to you now, Who are we not?! I began tapping, humming, singing quietly under my breath, as I did when I was younger.

It is not the breath of self, but the breath of our Brother that we give life.~Ani Po

When I was younger, I used to sing in the choir, often singing at funerals. Never knowing the deceased, but feeling such sadness and joy simultaneously. As I sang, the Holy Spirit began singing through me…filling my body with Spirit…becoming an extension of, then becoming one with Spirit. I forgot how to be in these moments, but Peru reminded me of who I was and what I am here to do. Just as I am here, so are you…to Mend the Broken Threads that bind us all…returning to All is Good.

When I left the funeral I called my friend to thank him for giving me the nudge, thanking him for reminding me to sing. Sadly, I have forgotten the songs that once sang from my lips, but happily report that it is not the words that matter but the vibration that is sung. So the journey continues and contemplation of the next steps, looking to Spirit…keep giving me bits and pieces, invoking memories of what once were and what they shall be.

Stepping into the Canvas, taking another turn.Turning to the unknown once again…I find myself no longer alone, but at peace, whole and ready to learn and grow with clearer understanding of what will be.

Have a glorious day…blessings of gratitude as we are healed.

new day

 

Spirit Calls Once Again

Have you ever had a gut feeling about something? Have you ever felt like you needed to do something? Or have you ever gotten the strange urge to call a friend to deliver some news? Chances are you are receiving a message from the field of possibilities.

I am still in awe every time this happens and so honored to have these messages flow through. My favorite moments are when connecting with someone, only to call on other people, who I later find out, are already connected with this person. The mystery and story unfolds as I carry a message to someone new.  Better yet, they accept the call into the field and travel with me into the great unknown…a place of infinite possibilities. I am not here to squelch anyone’s dreams…I am here to encourage them.

When we let go of our previous teachings or the previous upbringings of control, we open up to endless possibilities of new beginnings…creating a sea of potentiality. How does one get there? For most people, sadly, it takes a tragedy in life to get them to see the truth of ‘all things.’ However, these tragedies are merely disguises for great things to come. How many times have we heard of someone hitting rock bottom, only to climb to the highest mountains?

We do not have to wait for this time, but as humans we see no point in doing anything other than what we already know…remaining complacent in our days. Until one day we are forced to make a decision between the same up and down roller coaster ride or a new ride that screams endless excitement with a ‘no low’ guarantee. It is all possible…and it is possible now.

As I write this, I hear a voice, whispering into my ear…no name, no label…just a whisper. It begins to dictate, “we are all here to learn from one another and we are here to grow in our true-self, rising to the occasion of being a Warrior once more. There shall come a time in everyone’s life, they will need to make a choice. Stay on this side of the valley or travel the rocky path to nowhere, trusting that paradise awaits. Those willing to cross the valley of death, shall find paradise. Those afraid, stuck in the ordinary, shall never experience extraordinary. It is in our own death of flesh, that Spirit is born unto us.”

Out of the darkened night;

 

Spirit calls me into the Light.

 

Deep within the Words;

 

I begin to flow.

 

 

Within the lessons dare I go?

 

They present themselves only to me.

 

Choose to;

 

Or choose not.

 


Allowing myself the past;

 

Present;

 

Future…and what is to come.

 

 

Trusting, believing;

 

It is so.

 

Stepping, knowing;

 

Reality is true.

 

 

My darkened past…released.

 

My future…revealed.

 

Still only remaining…the Now.

 

 

Do what with needs to be;

 

With my day.

 

Go where the call takes me;

 

Still a mystery.

 

 

Wherever this may be;

 

Or whatever I am to do.

 

Know this…my Heart leads the way.

 

Whether you are stuck or have no idea where to go from here, stop and listen. Chances are Spirit is calling you by name. Those willing to hear the call, shall answer to the great I Am; those willing to answer the call, shall arrive Right on time.

Stepping into the Canvas with our Heart as our guide. Whatever the darkened past or lessons of life, we all have access to a powerful source of Light housed within. Follow this light and we will not be led astray…we shall find paradise. Listen to Spirit…and She will lead you there.

Remember Where You Started

I can still hear my father’s wisdom over the years and lucky to still have him around, sharing wisdom of his life experiences. He has shared so much wisdom through the years, but being young, I didn’t listen. Until now the words and wisdom ring true in my own life, passing them onto the next generation.

Things like: “everything in moderation”;” everything has a purpose”; “be kind”; “be prepared. But my favorite is this: “remember where you started.” The latter of these, remains layered. While at first glance it takes a meaning of socioeconomic status, but upon further discovery, becomes something far greater.

I reflect on this lesson often, but this morning brought it to the forefront of thoughts as I was given the ‘cheap seats.’ Something to be said about getting your favorite locker each and every morning, for the past five or six years at 5 AM. Not sure if it is the conformity and ritual of our days, or feeling special, that brings us the most joy.

Happiness begins at the end of one’s comfort zone.~Neale Donald Walsch

Given a locker on the other side of the locker room, it felt like I had been stripped from the ranks of the important people. This is ego-thinking. After further review of the situation, It brought gratitude. Gratitude for the fact that I even got a locker. Thanking the person at the front desk, they thought I was being facetious. I would too. But in all sincerity I looked to her, smiled and said, “no really, I am grateful for the locker and I am grateful of your cheerful smile everyday. Thank you. Thank you for brightening my day and bringing a lesson of my father back to the forefront.”

Returning the facetious gestures or what she thought was facetious, she said, knowing that I write about my days, please don’t write about me in your daily blog. Laughing now, I go on my day. Thank you Debbie…you are one in a million.

So where did we come from? Where are we going? We all seek this answer, but never really get the answers. Or do we?!

There are some who obviously have started with nothing, judging by their socioeconomic status. There are those who’ve been handed a golden spoon, never really knowing what it is to struggle. Either way both groups never really have a good understanding of reality. Unless the other is willing to learn from the other, person will never know what it’s like. This is true about all groups and all sectors. If we’re unwilling to learn from our neighbors, we will never know how they live. Remove the socioeconomic status, religious beliefs, and we all come from the same place. We have all come from the womb, entering this world with nothing….leaving with nothing. The illusion is we think we are this or that or the materials we accrue over the years. We associate our self-worth by the materials collected versus our happiness collected.

Truthfully I say to you, we are not the material “stuff,” we are not how high on the socioeconomic ladder we get…we Just are. We are in this together, whether we like it or not. We are here to get along…and need to start acting like it. Love thy neighbor as thyself.

Throughout our day, as we take in the beauty, we are given opportunities to say thank you. Thank you for the beautiful day painted before us; thank you for the backdrop of the sun and the blood red sky in the East; thank you for the clouds that cover us; thank you for everything around us; Thank you for the opportunities! As we go in gratitude…we become more accepting of the differences of our brothers and sisters, leading to more gratitude. Lend a hand, study with them, learn from them, grow from them…we are all here to learn from each other.

Then the dust shall return to the earth as it was; and the Spirit shall return to God who gave it. ~Ecclesiastes 12:7

Going back to the beginning, within it all, all thoughts are born. Our intentions are manifested out into the world…we have to feel it and believe it. As the ego dies, Spirit is born within each and everyone of us. Our own death, and resurrection of Christ within, is symbolic of: protection, life, unconditional love, new beginnings, connections, life ever-lasting. When humbled and able to extend our arms, vulnerable, in full submission, we are made strong.

We are the beginning and the end and need only travel the path of other warriors before us. The path less traveled, but the most important towards our own happiness. The path least traveled is the path inward. Inward we find nothing, yielding everything. In nothingness, we project outwards…everything!

From Source we came; To Source we return.~Ani Po

Peeling our own layers, we discover new meanings to life itself. Things that once made sense no longer do; things not apparent, shall be made so. The lessons of our own fathers, shall be made known by Our Father. Through the inward journey, we discover the child within…through this child, we discover the Father without.

Stepping into the Canvas in remembrance. Remembering where we started, peeling back even more layers, we arrive at a place of oneness. Accepting all as it is, more importantly accepting our true nature…that of Love. Walking in true nature…we plant seeds for brighter days…carrying the Light of the world…ending in pure Bliss.

Paying It Backwards: A Random Act Of Kindness

Have you ever wanted to do something nice for someone? Make their day? Have you ever thought of doing a random act of kindness? Paying it forward? Yesterday morning, while getting my morning ‘Cup of Joe,’ I decided it was time to pay it forward.

While turning into Starbucks parking lot, with thoughts of paying it forward, a Chevy Avalanche chose to cut me off. My first knee jerk reaction was, “You Jerk!” Then another voice steps in, “I guess he was in a hurry for his cup of coffee. Too bad, because I would have bought his morning coffee.” Had he not cut me off, he would have been right behind me, making him the recipient of paying it forward or in this case ‘paying it backwards.’ His loss; the person in the SUV behind me…their gain!

I ordered as usual and anticipated the random act of kindness. “Quad Venti, Two pump, White Chocolate Mocha, non-fat, no-whip please!”

As I ordered my morning pick-me-up, I wondered where this man was off to in such a hurry. Was he on his way to work? Did he think he was the king of the road? Funny how we begin to fill in the blanks, judging others by the automobiles they drive. I was way off from my assumption of him being a professional athlete. Judging by the large vehicle, the professional sport logos, tinted windows and the major college logo on his license plates, I thought for sure he was a pro ball player…he wasn’t. He was indeed in a hurry to get to work and was not fully in the moment of friendly driving.

When I approached the checkout window, the surprise was on me. The Barista asked me to ‘hold on.’ When she returned she explained, “your coffee has been paid for. The guy in front of you paid for it. When we asked if it was a random act of kindness, he replied No, I think I cut him off. Please extend my apologies.” Huh?! The person about to commit a random act of kindness, just got served a random act?! Who cool is that?!

When I explained to the Barista my plan for the morning and the irony of this gesture, we both chuckled as the person I would have  bought a coffee for, bought one for me. Nevertheless, I asked her to keep it going and still chuckling she complied.

The moral of the story is this…people may cut you off…stay on task. Whatever the goal of the day, do not let others sway you from having a good day. In the end, you will be happier and the mundane will not seem so mundane. Who knows…you might be pleasantly surprised as to how things work out.

Stepping into the Canvas ‘Paying it Backwards.’ As we step out today, may we practice random acts of kindness. Whether it be paying it forward or, while at your favorite coffee shop, ‘pay it backwards.’ In the end you will have made someones day, you will feel better and the domino effect can go on for eternity…

 

In Stillness We Find Everything

In stillness, we gain access to all things. All thoughts, all physicality…everything exists in nothing. stop for a moment and be still, take the necessary downtime and be still. Just twenty minutes per day is equivalent to a lifetime of thought. Stepping into the Canvas in stillness. In stillness, may you find everything you dreamed of.

Wintery Blistery How I Love Thee

As we prepare for the upcoming season, we make ready for hibernation. Sun deprivation sets in for many, while others frolic in the snow. Makes no difference which side you choose, but staying inside only builds a case of depression. Learn to enjoy what winter has to offer…turning off the T.V.!

You kissed me,

With your first flake.

You smothered me,

With Showering Love.

Trumpets sound,

Wintery Blistery How I Love thee!

Sleds rip hills,

Skates figure eight.

Hot cocoa,

*Hiccup*…that wasn’t cocoa!

Good Cheer rings,

Wintery Blistery How I Love thee!

Neighborly Love,

One more for the day.

Backache,

Recharge on the way.

More Snow promised,

Wintery Blistery How I Love thee!

Snow Angels,

Snow Forts.

Snowball Fights,

*Hiccup*…more Hot Cocoa.

Yet more snow…

Wintery Blistery How I Love thee!

Enough already,

You have buried the town.

One more inch,

Breaking all records.

Second wind,

Wintery Blistery How I Love thee!

Soon enough,

It will be over.

Spring around the corner,

As it always follows.

I will miss you,

Wintery Blistery How I Love Thee!

Stepping into the Canvas oblivious to weather reports: clear skies, windy, rainy, snowy, sunny, seeing only sunshine wherever I go. I know it is there, just not always visible. It is there guaranteed, waiting for you and I…

Not Knowing

The thought of not knowing can be unsettling, but the idea that we know anything is beyond comprehension. It has been proven that the more we know, the less we truly know. Once we break through all the labels that the Ego has attached to, we are left with nothingness. It is in nothingness that all creation exists. The question is not whether we can shed light on the darkness, but if  darkness even exists. Breaking through the many layers of the Ego mind, we deduce to nothing. Is there darkness or is there merely absence of light?

Silently I sit
Waiting for the day to begin
No one speaks
Only my inner voice.
The wanderers enter
Aimlessly scattered.

The sound of the morning bell
Smells of morning-glory.
Everyone huddles
Around the pot of gold.
Wrapping my hands
Around that first cup
The day begins.

Sound of the gong,
Everyone files in place.
Second gong,
Everyone sits.
Circled,
Silent,
We bow and great the day.

The Mondo begins…

Who are you?

Joseph

Who are you?

A Radiation Therapist

Who are you?

A Father,

A husband,

A friend.

Yes, but beneath that who are you?

A Divine being,

Who is Loved.

Beyond that who are you?

Silence…

The chess game continues,

Until all that remains is nothing.

One more question…who are you?

Silence…

…Not Knowing.

Stepping into the Canvas with clear openness to all things and ideas. For it is in the vast openness, we find a narrow gate. The more ‘all-inclusive’ we become, the more Love unconditional we emit. Emitting Love unconditionally, it repays the favor.We can choose to be a Canvas within a frame and remain bound by our own set boundaries or we can be frame-less, having no boundaries to our existence.