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

Boredom

Traveling the world,

Seeing all that we can.

Still…

More to see.

But for a moment,

Thoughts of not knowing.

Embracing this moment,

Feeling a sense of something higher.

We quiet the self,

Connecting to higher.

Seeing nothing at this moment,

New galaxy emerges.

Stepping into the Canvas with no beginning or end, merely ever-present and ever-creating life that soothes our soul. For in this blissful moment or painful hour…we breathe…erasing boredom…painting a new canvas before us…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

Finding Sacred Space

Sacred space present wherever we are.~Ani Po

A man searches the world over for sacred space, only to have found it already under his feet. Seeing pain and suffering, clouded by judgment and/or hatred…overlooking sacred space afoot.

Holding his own…for self, family and community…sacred space grows in peace and love. With every step the sacred grows. Acknowledging pain and suffering, seeing natural beauty all around…it is so.

Kissing Mother with peace and love…each step in sacred gifting of selfless fashioning…It Is So…we are dancing on sacred ground.

 

 

 

I Choose Me

Of all the people in the world I could be…I choose me.

Be true to thyself.

Ask “is this for me?”

Go when others say you cannot.

Dare to create the unknown.

Hold onto nothing…not even a single thought.

Play till heart is content…then play some more!

Sing and dance with inspiration.

Laugh and rejoice to each new day.

Of all the people in the world I could be…I choose me.~Ani Po

 

 

 

Past to Present, Present to Future

Seeking answers our thoughts are brought forth, intent to the forefront of thought process. Sitting at the cusp of our forefront and it is foretold unto self. From lesser reptilian brain to greater of the lobes. Our Frontal lights up with answers, creative juices…awaiting our wishes so that it may command.
Forgiveness of self or forgiveness of others, seeking higher perspective to any given situation. Forgiving self, accepting all possibilities as they unfold. On cellular level or Macroscopic proportions, a deeper understanding exists. To forgive is to forget? Forgetting does not mean the literal but letting go of its stronghold on thought process. Crippled by our own thoughts, we elevate to the foreground of consciousness. Sitting at the cusp it is foretold.
Within our own practice there’s an ability to go from past, or reptilian brain, to a higher possibility held within our frontal lobe or the forefront of the thought process. Foreknowledge, forward thinking…all bridged within seeking that which we search. It is our seeking that bridges thoughts from past to present, bringing us into a forever present moment.
From moment to moment we arrive in a place of paradise. Paradise entered through the heart, but through frontal thoughts the key exists.  For it is written unto thee, look to the heavens we shall. Third eye or higher perspective? From past to present, present to future it shall be written…it is foretold…
So I sit enjoying this space…Ani Po

Healing the World

Our reality is our own…with an opportunity for change. We can choose to accept it or fight it. One yields ease and the other dis-ease.
Our reality is our own and others realities are their own. We can choose to accept theirs for face value or we can repel against them. Choosing to accept theirs…we alter our reality. Repelling against theirs, we are altering our reality.
Their reality is constantly changing just as our own. Accept it or fight, makes no difference…both have consequences.
At light speed or floating along effortlessly, we are continually expanding and contracting, ebbing and flowing.
We open the box, taking a peek at a new reality. What is this new reality? Like a child we anticipate joy and excitement that awaits. We have just opened a new reality…Ani Po