BE-ing Stillness

Several times in the last few days I have come across others writing about 'falling backwards'. The repetition is not by accident; of that I am sure.

Falling backwards requires complete trust. Or the possibility of broken wrists. Facing forward and trusting that whatever is behind us will offer a soft place to land. And knowing that the falling isn't what will harm us; resistance to the fall is what creates injury.

A spiritual Nestea plunge.

Am I trusting enough in those moments of free-fall to notice and observe my reaction, and to accept the fall? Can I enjoy the journey on the way down?

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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

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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.

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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.

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A time for finishing. Completion. A mini-ending within larger endings, rippling outward to infinity.

I let go and release (real-ease) with grace, wonder and excitement to see what kind of things this clearing away will allow room for in my life.

So often letting go brings sadness and grief. I learn to observe the feelings, allowing them to flow away and dissipate, making room for clarity and peace.

As a song says, "Every new beginning is some other beginning's end." Full circle.

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Landlocked in Fur

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The world knocks at my door, yet I am in need of stillness. A slight twinge of guilt as I ignore the ringing phone, and then heightened awareness of the twinge. I gently pick up the twinge, cradling the guilt in my hand, watching it, observing it, seeing it for the illusion that it is, then gently placing it back down and watching it float away.

I have not been a slave to a telephone ringing. I have been a slave to my own expectations.

I am a slave no more.

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