growing young
What would the world be like if we were born old and grew young throughout our lives?
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What would the world be like if we were born old and grew young throughout our lives?
A flurry of deaths and uncertain lifespans within the space of a few short weeks. I observe the chaos of reactions around me, and I attempt to maintain my own silence. I find myself tempted to react too. I come close to being drawn into the chaos, but retreat from it just in time. Why bother? What good will it do?
I am here do what needs to be done. I make my own decisions instead of resenting others for trying to take control. My walk is my own; I honour it and celebrate it with gentleness.
So I return to the Silence and wait. Do what is in front of me. Observe. Wait some more.
And in the Silence I find peace.
There is no reason to push the river. Everything is happening in it's own perfect timing. Look past the illusion of "right" or "wrong" timing, and honour the natural flow of things.
Aho.
Feelings unexpressed in waking hours come to the surface in Dreamtime. What once felt like "nightmares" now are great blessings, tools in my satchel to help bring me to greater awareness in waking hours. I move forward with wisdom and mindfulness, instead of blindly scurrying to keep a step ahead of my own worst fears.
A wise woman once offered me this wisdom, "Make a friend of the horror." Instead of running, I simply turn and face my fears with integrity, shining Light into the darkest corners. Funny thing when I shine light on monsters: they're not nearly as ugly nor powerful as I thought they'd be.
“All evil is like a nightmare; the instant you stir under it, the evil is gone.”
~ Thomas Carlyle
The sudden passing of someone whom I loved very deeply and intimately. I travel to the place of his memorial to share with others his life and the graces he's given each of us in this lifetime.
Most of his life he struggled - the intense inner struggle of finding himself. Finally the last two years brought relief. He stopped searching and embraced the journey. For the first time ever, he discovered his true meaning of peace.
And then, suddenly, he left his body just a few short days ago.
We mourn for ourselves. When the grieving passes, all that is left is the Love.
Je t'aime, Raymond.
Breathing in the warm, humid summer morning, I feel energized. Lots to do this week, and I am enjoying being mindful while I'm "doing". Not getting lost in the doing, but paying attention to it. Breathing in it, and breathing it in.
I am not what I do.
We sometimes build the illusion of walls around our hearts to protect us from pain. Funny thing about those walls - we create them to keep hurt out, but instead all they seem to do is trap hurt inside, and it eats away at us from the inside out.
I see the walls for the illusions that they are, and release them so that my body, mind and spirit may once again BE in harmony.