Saturday, May 11, 2013

On the Prairie

 
I remember your voice
 Melodies in the wind
Vast.  Wild.
Whipping across the prairie
Snatching my breath away
As you rushed past

I remember you
Joy.  Life.  Energy.  
Lifting me
Carrying my laughter to the skies

I remember you
Solid.  Still.
Immense quiet
Within which I'd rest
Snuggling into the earth
Beneath tall stalks of wheat
Golden against blue sky



Abstract Sky/Ciel Abstrait by David Dubois
Oregon USA Stalks of Wheat by Craig Tuttle

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Love's Song


I've always felt comfortable 
Singing 
Not always comfortable
Speaking

A Cameroonian dancer once spoke these words 
(accompanied by a wide grin)
as we danced in a drum circle:
"You have music in your veins!"
Yes, yes!

(and my son said, "Mom you belong in Africa!")
Yes, and yes!

Life is rhythm
Rhythm is life
A constant flow
That I feel

I've had the thought
"if I ever lost my voice:
if I could no longer sing,
I could not live"

I'm still breathing
and fairly coherent
so I am, indeed,
Still living

I've experienced difficulties
with my voice over the years
I wrote of them in a post last year*
I carry a great deal of fear
around my throat and voice

Yesterday, I was reading
Dylan Morrison's, Prodigal Prophet**
This author has also had voice issues
He found a book which speaks of
possible underlying reasons for physical symptoms.


As I read the following words in Dylan Morrison's book
They had a profound effect on me
Cutting straight to the heart

"Chronic laryngitis was described as a form of self-repression experienced by those with a vital message to tell, who sadly suffered from low self-esteem.  Now I understood:  God had called me to speak His words to the hurting and lonely but I’d shied away from the task due to my false sense of humility.  My health had suffered as a result.  
Clearly I was to speak out all that I sensed and felt."

"I now realized why I had to tell my story, 
this book being the fruit of that simple revelation."
(Prodigal Prophet, p.209)

After reading the above, I searched the internet 
and found this on a website regarding 
psychological causes for physiological maladies:

"Loss of voice is a message from the body
 that you fear communicating vocally."
"The throat is the energy center relating to creativity and it must be kept open for creativity to flow through every area of your life."***

Quite honestly, I don't know exactly what this means for me.
I do know that I have been experiencing deep transformations
in recent years, and especially in recent weeks.

I continue on my journey to be ever more sensitive to Love within me
To draw ever nearer to my Source
I am being led to deeper stillness within
To walk more slowly (even when I run!)

To notice 
To find pleasure in Now
Always
(so easy to envision and accomplish, when I'm not sad or in pain!)

I am learning to smile, always
From within
In the midst of darkness
(mustn't deny what is . . . not judge it)

I feel the call to sing my song
Whatever that may be
(and I fear, still, that my physical voice will not be up to the task)

We each have a song . . . a dance . . . a poem
Which is only ours****
This is our life journey, is it not?
To recognize . . . 
The dance steps that are ours,
Our life song's melody, 
Our poetic pentameter?!

The source for all of these 
Is our Source
Which is Love

I listen for my song.
One only I can recognize
and only my voice can express

I am singing what I know
Will sing more as it is received
Recognized
I might not always understand
Surely, I will not

I pray that Love will be received
I trust my fears will not prevent
Love's song from flowing

I walk . . . I dance . . . I smile
Within
Joyful expectations
Fill me
Oh, throat of mine;
Be free!

Adventure awaits!





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Monday, April 1, 2013

Loving the Other



A life without love is a waste. “Should I look for spiritual love, or material, or physical love?”, don’t ask yourself this question. Discrimination leads to discrimination. Love doesn’t need any name, category or definition. Love is a world itself. Either you are in, at the center…either you are out, yearning.

~ Shams Tabrizi


Judgment is a symptom of perceived disconnect.

People want to bash the one who had the abortion until its their cherished sister

Or rally against the gay until its their beloved brother

Or demonize the Republican until it's their kind neighbor.

Or marginalize the homeless addict until its their treasured grown child.

It's tempting for all of us to judge and we all do.

Our freedom isn't in never judging...

It's in noticing that we do and recognizing that it comes from the illusion of separation from each other.

We are all connected.
Created.
Designed.
And threaded together by this common strand of the human and divine experience.

Created by Love
For Love

To receive and give love. Mother Theresa's words call to me often,  
"We have no peace because we have forgotten that we belong to each other."

We belong
To each other.

Stacey Robbins


Such love has no fear, because perfect love expels all fear. 
If we are afraid, 
this shows that we have not fully experienced 
perfect love.

1 John 4:18




Fear divides
Love unites
Across all divisions
All differences

What do I fear
When I believe I cannot accept you
(and extend kindness and compassion)
If your beliefs or actions
don't match what I believe to be true and right?  

Am I a "conservative" condemning the "liberal" . . . 
Or, the "liberal" condemning the "conservative"?
(insert whatever boxes or divisions are important to you)
Do I hate people because they are hateful?  
(does this not, by definition, make me a hater?)

Do I draw lines of inclusion and exclusion,
or does my love and acceptance include all people - 
the "greatest" and the "least"? 

Love never fails
Everything else
Will 




 

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Shift Happens

Step with me
Into a magic place
Which exists
Right here
Right now
Where I've always been

In this place
All is well
In this place
I know 
Peace
Joy
*
deep
deep
*
Love

Tears of delight
Hover
Ready to flow
At the sight of yet
Another miracle
Another evidence
Of Love's touch
*
*
*
I see the miracle of our sons
Such precious and beautiful souls
Their words and thoughts are music
They speak love and kindness
Treasures  
Precious gems, they are
Love's grace has carried and nurtured them
"In spite of " our many failings as parents
Glory, glory
*
Shift Happened 
*
In them
and in us
*
*
*
How many years have I spent
"needing" to be thin?
At the first sign of weight gain
Or loss of muscle
Self loathing has been my companion
I have starved myself
Or punished myself
By overeating
I've taken pride in the ability
To starve my Self


Disease comes in many forms
I was a beautiful, pitiful picture
Of suffering
Loved ones expressed concern
Tried to save me from wasting away
Yes, yes
Notice and suffer with this tragic figure
Which is me

But, now!
Now!
I look in the mirror
I see me!
Aspects that I would have considered ugly before;
Shameful and needing to be hidden
Are simply
Me

It's not my mind that is different
It is my very essence
There's less judgment
No standard of "perfection"
Against which to measure

Since puberty
My body has represented
A major component - indicator
Of value
(I wonder if there are many women in our culture who cannot relate)
*
Shift Happened
*
I don't feel like I'm even in the same universe anymore
*
I know something now
My soul understands something now
Truth that resided in the intellect
Has become life
Seeds planted
Have become fragrant blossoms
*
I could not hurry the rose
Could not force the process


This is much more than a lesson regarding body image
It cuts deep to the core of who I've been
Dependent on external factors
Looking outside myself
For life and love

Intellectual understanding has been translated
Into the wordless language
Of the soul

From where does this magic come?
I spoke words to Love
I prayed to know that "God is enough"
Love is enough
*
I ask to be purified of all 
That is not love

These are the seeds
They are choices to receive
Whatever is needed
To bring about these realities

Alone, I am powerless
To accomplish any of this
When my spirit agrees with Spirit
Transformation is welcomed
Suffering embraced
As the pathway to my desires

This is what seems true to me
True transformation does not happen 
In my conscious mind
I give words to my desires
And know that Love hears:
Know that miracles are happening
In a place beyond words
*
*
*
I listened to Mad World, by Gary Jules, today
Tears of deep gratitude and bliss
Flow as I listen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMHTjkCJews *

I lived in this place
For many years
(and expect I'll regularly revisit, in the years to come)
Here is the darkness
Which reveals the light
Here is the suffering
That pierces and cracks the soul **

Oh, precious friend
Read the words
Listen to the songs

"There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
Forget your perfect offering
Every heart, every heart
To love will come"

(Leonard Cohen - Anthem**)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vTSU1lIeJU

Bliss is here
Joy so sweet
It hurts

Plant your seeds
Speak your dreams
Remember that life starts in darkness 
The protective darkness of the womb
The hidden seed within rich soil
Pressure and pain
Give birth to life

Smile 
Smile
Hope, trust, know
Your darkness is not wasted
You do not see what happens in the dark
It happens, just the same
Your fractured heart
Your pierced soul
Are birth pangs
Opening the way
For life and love
To shine
Illuminate
And transform

Shift Happens!


* Mad World - Gary Jules
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world, world
Enlarge your world
Mad world


**Anthem
The birds they sang
At the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
Has passed away
Or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
Be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
Bought and sold
And bought again
The dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
The signs were sent
The birth betrayed
The marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
Of every government
Signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
With that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places
Say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
A thundercloud
And they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring

You can add up the parts
But you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
There is no drum
Every heart, every heart
To love will come
But like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
---
"Anthem" as written by Leonard Cohen
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

On Being Special

I want to know that I am known
Noticed
Unique
Valuable and valued
Special

Foundational meanings of special are:
 "to receive unusual treatment"
"to be distinctive and unique"
Different
Better
(unless you are the in quotation marks, "special")

Do I need to be loved more than others
in order to feel good about myself?
Do I need to judge others as less
and myself as more
in order to feel valuable?


Why, the desire for attention?
Why sometimes an insecurity and/or jealousy
when someone else
is noticed and acknowledged
for having a gift or ability
When I am not?

"Don't forget about me"
"Remember I'm special and lovable, too"


We start as children
"Mommy, look at me, look at me!"
"Watch me now, watch me now!"
Seeking special notice;
Approval
Wanting to know we are noticed
Loved
Special

And, if we are loved by our parents
we rightly receive this
Love notices and delights
in the beloved

Children look outside of self
To learn who they are

A healthy, mature adult
Will have learned to love and value self
Irrespective of attitudes and 
behaviors of others

I certainly don't want another 
to be loved less
So that I can be loved more
Yet, at times,
My emotional responses
Seem to indicate just that

Is it either or?
Is there a limited supply
of love and attention
value and respect?

The smaller answer is "yes"
People tend to notice the ones at the top
or the ones at the bottom
Whoever is more easily noticed
Whoever stands out from the crowd

The bigger answer is "No".
Our Source is Love
Limitless love

This Divine light
The seed of who we are
Lives within each of us
Connecting us to the eternal
Never ending flow
Of the life and love we desire

Awareness and connection
A heart to receive
and trust
Are keys to being filled 
To overflowing
With knowledge of value
With the confidence of 
The beloved

It is a knowledge
Not easily attained
But, worth any price
True life is here

When I rest in Love
When love flows from me
To others
All is good
All is beautiful
I see and delight
In everyone as beautiful and beloved.


This is the beginning of a conversation; 
a journey through the layers of finding value and beauty within Self


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