making space

grief and healing are a difficult process…

we carry all of the events of our lives in our bodies…

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(this chart is just a small example…)

in order to live the lives we desire we must acknowledge,

feel

and release

the traumatic events stuck in our bodies…

this is not easy or simple work…

these events will continue to effect our lives until we deal with them…

I have been working through my personal healing process of the past 27 years…

I want my life to be full of joy…

full of music and passion and love…

in order to achieve that I have made the choice to live mindfully,

pay close attention…

take responsibility for my actions…

both good and bad…

and do the work to heal my life…

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The past year and a half I have been doing deep, transformational work in my healing journey due to a simple tool called Tapping (EFT – Emotional Freedom Technique)

Check out The Tapping Solution Website

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as we clear our pain we must remember that we are moving into new territory…

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we suddenly have room inside for new ways of living…

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only when we release the pain can we claim the love we want and deserve…

I will never tell you this is easy…

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I will always tell you it is worth it!

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reclaiming the roots

Lots going on for me in this past quarter…

It’s been the full spectrum of choices…

I have had to live in new levels of trust I’ve never experienced before…

My body tauter, poised to carry.
When I pitch forward
I tumble inside.

Each time I try,
an algal bloom
replaces language’s surface.

Ruby-red & unmoored,
waves over laminate surfaces…
Everything alive aching
for more aliveness.

I love the world,
push it away reflexively.
Make songs like
negated charges on a circuit.
Syntax arches towards
the back of
a neck. Inside emotion:
a corralling of emotion.

Love in the larval stage:
terror of surrender.
Unraveling, a path.

Words were not made for us.
They are above, we submit.

We are like the rock beneath
the water,

even if we created the water.

Radial Scent by Sharon Wang

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The depths of emotions I have experienced has shaken the foundations of my being…

and in this crazy place of radical trust the redemption has begun…

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My story, though very hard in places, is all miracle…

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It is all about love…

 

This article helped me to understand some things the other day…

Reclaiming Our Roots

Daily OM BY MADISYN TAYLOR

As we begin to see more clearly the people we come from, we can begin to alter our perception of who we are now.

 

Some cultures are more rooted to the earth and connected to their inherent spirituality. But every one of us, even those of us who have been disconnected from our roots for hundreds of years, comes from a place that was once inhabited by people who worshipped and honored the earth on which they lived. In other words, we can all claim this wisdom as an essential part of who we are.

One way we can begin to rediscover our roots is to explore the early earth-based religions practiced in the parts of the world that birthed our ancestors. If we explore the ancient spiritual practices of our ancestors, we will find that their practices and beliefs share many elements with Native American, African, and aboriginal religious traditions. People who are connected to the earth and honor her share a fundamental philosophy that we can claim as our own because we too are of the earth. Many of us have become so disconnected from the earth that it feels foreign and awkward to imagine communing with her or performing a ritual for her. If we are honest, though, we will find within ourselves a yearning to feel more connected, more grounded, and more at home in this world. This yearning can lead us back to our disowned roots, which, of course, leads us right into the heart of the earth.

As we begin to see more clearly the people we come from, we can begin to alter our perception of who we are now, laying claim to our inherent relatedness to the earth. We might celebrate this by observing the ancient calendar of solstices and equinoxes, celebrating and honoring the cycle of the seasons as our ancestors did, or we might explore any one of the many earth-based practices through reading or participating in ritual. When we do these things, we tap back into our roots, finding nourishment at the wellspring of our earthly origins, the source we share with all of humanity.

wait

there is something that few of us like to do…

waiting is a difficult art…

Patience is a significant element of success, and procrastination is a significant element of failure.                           Full Article Here

 

I have found the truth to developing the virtue of patience is this…

breathing into the waiting may be the very most important thing you can do…

inhale…..

exhale……

x3 /repeat to infinity

(keep singing…shooby-doo)

 

 

I have done a whole lot of waiting over the past 20 years…

I will never tell you virtues become easy…

any discipline we learn is a challenge…

I will tell you the value is worth the pain….

 

No matter how far from ‘home’ you are right now…

know life is working for you!

Keep doing the work…

keep listening to the voice inside…

keep trusting yourself…

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you are going the right way…

 

 

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Memes and photo sources found on pinterest / al513

life-work

It seems to come down to one primary theme for most every human I know, or have known. To carve a canyon of self-love in the heart of a shamed inner landscape. Not easy, when those inscripted to build that foundation failed to pass on tools. Not easy, when our ancestry planted seeds of self-hatred in the fields of our consciousness. It takes all that we have, a fertile imagination and a courageous willingness, to forage through the brush to find it. Often we look for it in others, and end up sorely disappointed. Because they can’t do it for us. They just can’t. This is our work, the work of our lives. To learn how to love ourselves, for real. People talk a lot about finding their purpose, without realizing that cultivating self-love IS sacred purpose. It’s the thing that changes everything.

                                                                      Jeff Brown

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Each of us possess a gripping life story. A continuance of
vital passages. An entire account of our earthly evolution.
Each story is a relevant thread in this infinite weave of
multicolored hue. Not every story will be spoken aloud. But
every story is sacred. Every story worth recounting. Every
story true. We must recognize the short-lived and silent
threads, for they are part of the magnificent cosmic shawl.
We must pause to give them a voice, to allow their spirit to
take space to confess their existence. We must give them the
honor that is due.                          ~Susan Frybort

 

Our story…

does it matter???

Can we change it????

Can we redefine our lives???

Re-write our endings???

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what is our life-work?

It’s something to think about….

Why are we here?

What does being a successful human really mean?

Is it about money?

Is it about fitting in to a corporation?
Impressing our community?

Fulfilling our families ambitions –

low or high as they might be?

This is what I believe is our life-work:

We are here to be our highest and best selves….

My poet friend, Fred Lamotte, says,

there are three rules here:

Yearn
Risk Everything
Connect

 

Each of us is unique and so each of us discovers different. The work includes getting to know ourselves. Stripping away the layers of societal and familial expectation, woundedness and our selfish natures (ego).

The best of our work is when we get to a point where all of our actions are based on love and not on anything else. It is the actual letting go…choosing to NOT do things you want to say no to, to not call your mom, or your kids, because of guilt. Every time you make a move which is counter to your wounded self/ego inclination, you get stronger

You are here to do the freeing work of inhabiting your own life and soul.

 

Being a sensitive person can be a confusing, complicated thing in this still harsh world. It feels intuitively right to open, to feel, to enhearten our daily life, but the world is still vibrating at a more armored and edgy place. It is not yet attuned to the ways of the open heart. So what to do? We don’t want to deaden our capacity to feel, but if we feel too much, we get run over by an often heartless world.

I have found my best answer in three places:

(1) Selective Attachment; that is- carefully discerning between positive and negative individuals and environments, and only attaching to those people and places that can hold our tender heart safe;

(2) Strong energetic boundaries; that is- being physically and emotionally charged, so that we can more effectively repel unwelcome energies;

(3) Conscious Armoring; that is- learning how to put on armor when necessary to manage the world and difficult situations, and, consciously removing it when it is no longer needed. If we cultivate these practices, we stand a much better chance of preserving our sensitivity. Once we lose it, we lose our connection to the moment altogether. Here’s to a sensitive way of being! What a courageous path!           – Jeff Brown

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big sky. big water.

October 1st…

the adventure begins…

endings…beginnings…full circles…

long roads…

Do you know how long this road? 

He cocked his head and asked,

I’ve been to SanTiago –

500 miles gone past

Now I sit here wondering 

how long this trip will last

another trip around the sun 

I got here pretty fast…

Then she said,

Im a long road girl

I don’t count no miles

I’m a long road girl

I just count the smiles

Of all the people

Everyday

Of all the friends

Along the way

That’s all that matters

Matters too

long road girl

Longing for a view

Do you want to sing a while? 

He bowed his head and asked,

I’ve found a tune for playing –

a thousand more come fast

I’ve written you a song or two – 

that’s how our miles will pass

another trip around the sun 

The flower will bloom at last

Then she said,

Im a long road girl

I just sing my songs

I’m a long road girl

won’t you sing along

to all our people

Everyday

To all our friends

Along the way

That’s all that matters

Matters too

long road girl

In love with you

Starshine to stardust

oceans to earth 

Songshine to songburst

Filling the sky

Roaddogs to roadmaps

Pathways are paved

Free-falls to freebirds

see how we fly

soft grass moments…

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circles and toes in the sand…

shadows and light…

but mainly I’m simply following the signs…

mainly…

it’s just a lovely day…

life keeps on moving

thinking about how there comes a moment where you can’t stay where you are any longer…

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life pushes us forward into re-birth over and over…

It can be very difficult to leave….

it can be very difficult to stay…

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sometimes you just gotta get stronger…

it’s very important to listen and follow your own hearts path…

and so the time comes..

and we step or we stay…

and life goes on…

 

scraps and scrapes

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yup…

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It feels a fitting way to start this weeks post…(which….

in case you didn’t notice) is not happening on a Saturday…

Last week was a bit of a monstrous one for me in some ways…

cute monsters found on pinterest

too much for this one all by myself…

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Lots of angels were working loads of overtime this past last week…

[ several angels with human faces…as well as heavenly ones…. ]

Made it with just a few scrapes…

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with a few scraps appearing to keep moving me forward…

read Miguel Escobar on the LAAA post for Sept 18, 17

I keep stepping out into the seeming void…

which always reveals itself as the path of love leading to the doorway of love…

where I am invited to come in and rest for a while…

before packing the suitcase for the next leg of this blessed pilgrimage…

today is the end of something wonderful…

tomorrow is the beginning of something wonderful…

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Look to this day,
for it is life, the very breath of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the realities of your existence;
the bliss of growth,
the glory of action,
the splendor of beauty.
For yesterday is only a dream,
and tomorrow is but a vision.
But today, well lived,
makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,
and every tomorrow
a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day.

– Kalidasa

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Today is THE day!

feel everything as deeply as you can

Dance a little!

Pray a little!

Cry a little!

Laugh a little!

yes, life flows even when it is ‘fashioned by scraps’

🙂

self-care.

part i

In the middle of the road of my life

I awoke in a dark wood

where the true way was wholly lost.

                                                        – Dante

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December 3, 2012 I woke up to one of the hardest days I’ve ever experienced…

windowless dark
so black
day and night are always the same here
just a faint sliver moon of light
a shadowy, shining string under the door

light of this buried basement hallway

draws me like a moth
towards the entrance to life

just like the first day I entered this world

would I have entered so easily then
if I had known this day was coming?
hot tears drip into my ears
I get up and open the door
blinking
as the bright hits me
hard in the eyes
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On the day I died
water ran through pipes,
footsteps identified people in the house and
the dogs nails clicked quickly on the wood floors above my head,
insisting it was time to go out for relief.
I still needed coffee,
light with cream,
2 sugars.
The sun was bright
and I remember the sky was that deep blue,
romantically named, azurite.
There was cockscomb,
half alive in pots near the wooden footbridge I walked over.
I used to love them when I was alive.
I touched their red, velvety, blooms seeking to feel something.
I mistook fluttering angel wings for birds,
battles fought,
just beyond where I lay
on the words of Wendell Berry –
the only thread
keeping me tethered to this world.
I sat on benches beside ghosts
of those who had gone before me.
I could still only feel them beside me,
I was in the world between worlds.
There was darkness, a fire swamp, screaming, clashes of swords,
I could not save myself.
God was everywhere.
I found myself in a boat,
where I stayed for over 2 years, until,
finally,
the call came to step out,
to start walking on water.
Late in that day,
I stood in the bathroom,
accepting the most insulting job offer I have ever received,
then sat on a stool,
trying to act as if I was alive,
pretending to look for puzzle pieces,
slightly aware of the colors and shapes,
singing echoes of songs I used to love,
with my beautiful Robin,
who seemed very much alive.
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I am heavy
Stepping into my day
with sand bagged feet
Slow
Hello life
In this dark day
I look for beauty
<It’s always there, right>
I wonder if I would have jumped
or gone back to die
If I had really known how hard it would be…
On and on the thoughts play
Do I really believe it will ever get better?
No answer comes…
I move away from the question
I made my choice to stay all those years ago
I will not abandon my vow
I  go curl up
In the Legacy Garden
On the round plaque with Wendell Berry’s
words of understanding of the dark night
keep me tethered to this unhospitable world
      I part the out thrusting branches
      And come in beneath the blessed
and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
There is singing around me.
Though I am dark
There is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
There is flight around me.
                –  Wendell Berry
Underneath the gondola’s roof of painted ever-green leaves –
I lay for unnumbered hours
then I am picked up in gentle hands
and gently lowered into a boat
as hell rages around me

somehow I can’t help feeling
all that is missing is a raven quoth-ing Poe

12/3/12

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I was in total ‘darkness’ for about two and a half years….before light began to re-emerge…
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I have sought answers for the many questions I hold since this happened to me…
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In so many ways, almost 5 years later, I am no closer to understanding any part of this mysterious event…
I also know this extraordinary experience will influence my life for the rest of my time here on this planet…

Into the deepest darkness
Into the belly of hell
Within the circle of silence
far inside my soul
Places I’ve never seen before
Didn’t know existed
The mystery of the Spirit
Where death resides
Fearful places
Cracking open
So secret I want to flee
Afraid of this place
Am I here alone?
Now I cry with Christ,
My God, my God
Why have You forsaken me?
What if I can’t escape?
What if death wins?
I know how weak I am without You
Now I see
The victory is already Yours
You were there
You are always there
The stone is slowly rolling
Hopes rise
As darkness trembles
I kneel at the tomb door
wisdom I was sure of
bound tightly
discarded on the pile
to be burned
creating space
for this unnamable, devastating grace

Trembling as I rise
as I begin to walk

I notice my limp

I am forever changed

 

“Before the Storm” photo Paul Calli in Miami via Facebook
other photos and memes via pinterest / al513
listen to:
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self-care
part ii 
During my dark night, as I struggled to breathe….
as I kept getting stuck…
when doing even the simplest of tasks seemed impossible for me to accomplish…
some things became very important…

to be continued next Saturday…

 

 

holding hope in arms of love

And what if I spoke of despair—who doesn’t feel it?

Who doesn’t know the way it seizes,
leaving us limp, deafened by the slosh
of our own blood, rushing
through the narrow, personal
channels of grief.

It’s beauty that brings it on,

calls it out from the wings for one more song.

Rain pooled on a fallen oak leaf,

reflecting the pale cloudy sky, dark canopy of foliage not yet fallen.

Or the red moon in September, so large you have to pull over at the top of Bayona and stare,

like a photo of a lover in his uniform,

not yet gone;
or your own self, as a child,
on that day your family stayed at the sea,

watching the sun drift down,
lazy as a beach ball, and you fell asleep with sand

in the crack of your smooth behind.
That’s when you can’t deny it.

Water. Air.
They’re still here, like a mother’s palms,
sweeping hair off our brow, her scent
swirling around us.

But now your own car is pumping poison,

delivering its fair share of destruction.

We’ve created a salmon with the red, white, and blue shining on one side.
Frog genes spliced into tomatoes—

as if the tomato hasn’t been humiliated enough.
I heard a man argue that genetic engineering was more dangerous
than a nuclear bomb.

Should I be thankful he was alarmed by one threat, or worried he’d gotten used to the other?

Maybe I can’t offer you any more than you can offer me—
but what if I stopped on the trail, with shreds of manzanita bark lying in russet scrolls and yellow bay leaves,

little lanterns in the dim afternoon, and cradled despair in my arms,

the way I held my own babies after they’d fallen asleep,

when there was no reason to hold them,

only I didn’t want to put them down.

😍

 

Ellen Bass

During natural disasters two enemy animals
will call a truce, so during a hurricane
an owl will share a tree with a mouse
and, during an earthquake, you might find
a mongoose wilted and shivering
beside a snake. The bear will sit down
in a river and ignore the passing salmon
just as the lion will allow the zebra
to walk home without comment.
I love that there are exceptions.
At funerals and weddings, for example,
the aunts who never speak nod
politely to one another. When my mother
was sick even the prickly neighbors
left flowers and cakes at our door.

🦋

Natural Disasters by Faith Shearin

The terrible danger isn’t so much not believing in God — but believing in terrible things about God.


Jordyn Grace clung to her mama while the waters rose in Houston, while they were swept away in a parking lot, swept down a swirling canal, swept into the monstrous terror of Harvey.

Jordyn Grace’s mama never let go of her 3-year-old baby with her pink backpack still strapped on, though her own spirit left her, rising, rising higher than the floodwaters.

When they found shivering Jordyn Grace bobbing on the waters, held by her lifeless mama, she whispered, “Mama was saying her prayers.

What if we saw that God answered every one of our prayers by giving us more of Himself?

What if suffering didn’t leave us questioning God — but left us seeing that God is always the answer?

💞

Read Ann’s full amazing blog here!

http://annvoskamp.com/2017/08/when-you-ask-why-god-how-to-surprisingly-rise-turn-the-question-of-suffering-into-a-better-question/

the darkness has no answers.

silence is just silence.

fall, and the world laughs at you

there you lay alone on the broken sidewalk

scared to move into the jagged spaces where life grows in-spite of the hardships

there is no safe space to sit and adjust to the dark night.

as life, the sacred gift, blurs

having lost our way and, in certain moments, even our hope,

this wearying illusion,

waiting to be shattered by the screams of the raging

oh my love, do not despair

this too shall pass

the sun will shine again

sleep for a moment

hearts, still beating, even though out of time

breathe in breathe out

the world keeps turning on

just for you

just for me

keep walking towards the Western sun setting, there is always a new beginning

⭐️

Amy Lloyd

making a difference

Freewill…

our greatest blessing….

Our biggest curse….

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every minute of our lives we are choosing…

Ok, I no longer want them,
the many selves I had to manage

 

that once exhausted friends. I believed

 

in angels then, thought I might be
an angel—that was me, flying off

 

on a tangent, just so we could land
on one of my many balconies

 

so we could look down on everyone.

Old Selves by Ira Sadoff

Every minute we have the ability to change our lives….

to turn around and start in a new direction…

Ester Steintjes – Joyfull Art

life is always changing….even when we don’t think so….

keep in mind…not making a choice is, in reality, making a choice….

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Every action, every choice, is yours alone…yet always effects others in great ways as well….

our choices are what create our lives…

the way to a new start is integrity…

Read more about The Four Agreements

character is making the right choices every time….every action matters…

deciding who we want to be and then choosing to become that person…

remember, consistency is key…

stand in and on the truth you believe…

truth

something very interesting about the truth…

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Mark Nepo tells us, 

‘put down what doesn’t work – 

so that we can find what is sacred.’ 

What worked so well yesterday 

may not work for today 

We wear out our structures of known truth

the frameworks of what we use for living

for healing

Let them go

step into the truth being revealed today

trust in the new architecture:

modern 

with our personal, classic twist 

We are always becoming 

Watch for the signs of structural failure 

the lies we speak rust the infrastructure we rely on

build a new bridge on the truth of your own voice

delight in this magnificent design

those amazing cranes hanging in the water

strong, foundational columns

rising from deep within the waters of yourself 

creating the new skyline of your life 

welcome this new place of crossing

It can handle rush hour

or

heavy foot-traffic

all are welcome here

nothing is hidden

Continue the build 

always creating yourself

with the future in mind

before the old fully implodes

underneath our feet

the truth will always set you free

speaking that out loud is the choice

which is always yours to make

🏗

Amy Lloyd

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Oh do you have time
to linger
for just a little while
out of your busy

and very important day
for the goldfinches
that have gathered
in a field of thistles

for a musical battle,
to see who can sing
the highest note,
or the lowest,

or the most expressive of mirth,
or the most tender?
Their strong, blunt beaks
drink the air

as they strive
melodiously
not for your sake
and not for mine

and not for the sake of winning
but for sheer delight and gratitude –
believe us, they say,
it is a serious thing

just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in the broken world.
I beg of you,

do not walk by
without pausing
to attend to this
rather ridiculous performance.

It could mean something.
It could mean everything.
It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote:
You must change your life.

 

Invitation by Mary Oliver

foundations

 

 

no, we are not free from the consequences of our actions…yet, we can always start new…today!

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Don’t wait!!!

photos and memes found on pinterest and google images