By my daughter in all her beautiful wisdom:
1) get a friend
2) take a shower
3) go for a walk
4) listen to music
5) get a hug
6) express feelings
May 28th, 2010
February 2nd, 2010
Silent, sacred solitude comforts me in the hushed morning, before the world awakens.
In these nourishing, restorative moments, I offer myself into the rhythms of natural awakening. Mindful, intentional movement connects me with something greater, and my heart opens and softens. I am returned to a soulful place of deep reflection and quietness.
Deep gratitude for trilling, bubbling birdsong that signals the first hint of enlightened sky. The gradual influx of voices, movement, electronics begins, and I am consciously arriving into my day from a place of peaceful Be-ing.
Long ago, I left behind the manic lifestyle of alarm clocks, rushed mornings, forcing eyes open into bright lights and sudden, invasive noise. I’m thankful to have made conscious choices to greet the days in a more soulful, still way. For it is only in stillness that I discover myself truly opening and softening into the full-heart experience of BE-ing.
That is what I wish to carry forward into the world.
January 18th, 2010
A walk in solitude along an abandoned beach on this rainy day, delicate pinpricks of moisture gently pelting my face, refreshing me, reminding me that I am awake and alive. I breathe into gratitude as I look at the world through artist’s eyes.
Shifts and changes have been happening as I nurture conscious connection with the natural world around me. Amazing transformation happens when I slow down long enough to be present in the moment.
I walk in reverent silence, deeply thankful for my surroundings – for the connection with earth, ocean and sky. Heart-smiles as I glance up into the shimmering magic of a brilliant rainbow appearing against a background of dark grey clouds overhead.
I reflect on my journey from the long road into the depths of sadness and destruction to a life of gentle acceptance. It has been a hell of a climb, but exercise (even the torturous, monumentally challenging kind) builds muscle, and this path has brought a great depth of emotional, mental and spiritual fitness.
Finally the relief of leaving behind the need to act the part of the Energizer bunny – keeping myself going regardless. Embracing the shift into once again gently honoring my own inner rhythms, allowing the natural flow of spirit within me, through me, and outward into the world.
Peace.
August 12th, 2009
Moments of wondrous silence in the awakening dawn. I breathe into the freshly dampened air, witnessing cotton-ball remains of rain clouds dissolving into bright blue morning sky.
Opportunities for change presenting themselves rapidly in my life, each one jumping onto center stage, dancing wildly in front of me, taunting me, daring me to let go of what is comfortable to make room for unknown possibilities.
My mind begins to whirl, wanting to assess and plan and figure things out. I become excited yet slightly fearful, walking the razor’s edge between excitement and anxiety.
I breathe instead. Inhale calm, exhale frantic. Inhale trust that I’m right where I’m supposed to be, exhale “but where the hell am I???” Inhale gentleness, exhale confusion. Inhale peace, exhale mistrust.
The simple action of breathing brings a deep realization that scrambling to find answers is unnecessary. Everything is happening in it’s own perfect timing right now, in this moment.
A shift into clarity of mind and heart.
I relax into the unfolding, emerging experience with curiosity. Become teachable – be the student, open to newness and the wonder of learning.
Release resistance, and go where the energy is. Move toward ease and flow. Enjoy deep knowing that change does not create problems – my resistance to it does.
BE fully present. Bring my whole self into the experience. Show up for life.
June 6th, 2009
I hear my own voice uttering the words “I can’t help it” and stop in my tracks.
Every moment offers a choice, an opportunity to choose my actions, my thoughts. To pretend otherwise is a strange choice.
