BE-ing Stillness

Beautiful, clear autumn morning. Sun rising with an amazingly inspiring flourish of orange-gold and purple over the forest of changing leaves. These morning moments have become so rare. I envelop myself in them, cradled in the comfort of familiar silent solitude.

In the quietness, a fleeting thought - it is not events that have happened that make us the 'walking wounded'; it is our lack of forgiveness of them that keeps us in pain.

Forgiveness does not come from a place of superiority or judgement: "I have seen your actions and judged them. They are not up to my high standards, but I'll let it slide this time."

True forgiveness involves acceptance, understanding and compassion. Connection with another being. Humility and gentle thinking.

Forgiveness... a path of freedom.

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There are tears of release. There are tears of self-pity.

Or maybe there are just tears.

Today I cry, and my mind judges me for the tears. Why? What does it matter why I cry today? I feel I need to, so I do. Release = Real Ease. There is no need for judgement. Just to honor that which I have learned so well:

"The body weeps the tears the eyes do not shed."

The tears are a gift, an opportunity to rise above the judgement and just allow things to flow as they should. Whatever is welling in these eyes of mine, may it continue to flow and transform into whatever it needs to be for the good of All.

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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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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.

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A friend and I have tried to play singing bowls. Neither of us have been able to play them before... none would sing in our hands. We've tried separately, apart, with others in the room. Never would the bowls sing.

Until today.

Friends together in the brilliant sunshine, warm healthy bread, soothing beverages. Friendship. Out came the bowls and within minutes, for the first time ever we each picked up a mallet and were able to play the bowls flawlessly. Amazing.

Deep resonance settling into my belly, my heart, my head. Lovely. Power-full. Enchanting. Other-worldly. Like in a trance, we played the bowls together. What a gift, a healing gift. The dog sat between us as we played, the horses were curious, and deer began to come out of the woods to us.

Lovely.

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I search for solitude. The kind of solitude that heals, warms, awakens, enlivens. It remains elusive at the moment, just barely out of reach but close enough to tantalize.

I sit. I wait for the time to come for relaxing into naturalness, peacefulness, quiet contemplation.

Until then, I watch the world around me spin by. I watch myself re-acting, having moments of getting caught up in the whirling. It it exhausting.

So I sit. I listen. I watch. I breathe. I make room, however little at the moment, for healing.

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