Not coy,
confident.
Not tethered,
anchored.
Not drifting,
opening.
Rooted in the earth.
Expanding the mind,
not with thought derived from past experiences but with ideas inspired by the unknown.
Capable.
Clear.
Strong.
Assured not in the direction in which I will head but in the magnificence of who and where I am right now.
For when the stillness and quiet fade,
I will continue to embody grace and power.
I will not forget that I am
omnipotent.
For so long I have worked to convert false and illusory love into something genuine and real.
I took every secret, every lie, and tried to make good of it, convert it with my own love, and hold it in my heart as if somehow sacred.
It cut me off from believing I was worthy or capable of experiencing authentic love…so much so that I lost the connection to my own self love.
My heart never forgot. It diligently safeguarded that little piece of me while it held all the other illusions and hopes.
The portion of my heart that held onto dreams of apologies and repair finally grew so heavy and full of empty promises that it ripped itself away. Painfully it twisted and tugged, like an overripe piece of fruit trying to resist gravity’s pull. It finally fell away. Oh the sorrow. Even letting go of something rancid and rotting is still a severing, a deep and real loss.
As that fruit of my broken heart smashed to the ground, its void still consuming my awareness, little seeds of potentiality embedded in the ground. I saw in them hopes that somehow we have all learned from these lessons of untrue love.
Somehow we will remember that without filling there can be no emptying. Without love there is no hope. Without unabashed openness and courage, the fruit cannot ripen and go on to somehow grow into something beautiful.
And in the meantime, the void from the fallen fruit begins to fill with new leaves.
How can something weeping be so beautiful?
Branches sinking towards the ground,
heavy with the promise of spring.
Blossoms like tears,
dripping from overflowing eyes.
Swaying soulfully in the wind, the blossoms sing a song not of loss but of rebirth.
These branches remind us to remain soft,
to bend and hang low,
to let life flow.
See the beauty and freshness that comes with letting go.
With the same courage that the tree has in these uncertain temperatures and conditions to bravely unfurl its blossoms,
weeping thoroughly,
signs of growth,
remind us of the beauty in letting our tears flow
for behind them comes a richness of life and growth
the likes of which have never been seen or felt before.
Today I want to be a tree,
providing steadiness and sturdiness in the world,
receiving assuredness and ease,
knowing precisely where I stand.
Anchored in the strength of the earth.
Expanding gently, respectfully and gratefully into the air and space of others.
I want to be a source of clearing of thoughts,
feelings,
worries,
suffering,
not absorbing it as my own,
simply removing the impurities and toxins.
I want to breathe in and receive
the light
the water
the nourishment of family and friends
the success of work
the richness of creation.
to feel my beautiful roots and my capacity to grow endlessly upward and outward.
I embrace the simultaneously simple and complex nature of me
Inviting gratitude and joy as my guides
Growing ever stronger and steadier in who I am
and how I show up in the world.
Don’t wait for them to see the richness and uniqueness – see it yourself…
Unwind your tangled perception of you…
Enjoy the where you are and the where you will be, each full of challenges and delights…
Please love yourself just a little more…you are harder on yourself than anyone else ever could be…
Do all things because they feel good and nurture you not because they are “right” or provide a shield from the deep dark thoughts and feelings that face you…
Fearlessly take the hands of hurt and pain and walk with them for a bit, let them guide you out of the darkness until together you find the space to release each other…
Take your time in the process of caring for you above all else…slow down and tend to each and every element of you as if massaging a baby tenderly with the balm of divine love…
Feel grateful for the ease and healing in every breathe…
Move your body with the joy and freedom it was designed for…
You, my friend, are made of love and all those with truest loving eyes will see that and that is all that matters…
Turn your truest loving eyes towards your own heart and hold it sweetly, love it dearly, and this will be enough.
Photo compliments of Pauline Campbell.
Once there was an old belief that said,
“I am afraid…afraid of hurting others because I feel their hurt as if my own…hurting others jeopardizes my relationships and in that I run the risk of feeling their anger or worse, their scorn and disappointment. It is better to deny my joy than risk upsetting theirs.”
For a long, long time that belief walked confidently along its path unhindered. One day, it stumbled on that well worn path upon a rock of joy. It tripped over pebbles of power, and fell upon a bolder of truthfulness. As the belief lost its balance, it fell into a net of beautiful jewels all connected by a golden thread of love, of creativity, kindness, and great joy.
The belief grasped at the edges of the path, grappled with the sensation of free falling, longing for the predictable order of its existence. In the blinding beauty of the sparkling jewels, the belief had no choice but to release its fear, to drop into the wide and open net, to be held by a greater force in the space of free will and joy.
Gradually, the belief allowed itself to let go of the path and discovered its power to attract truthfulness and joy. It found that in that vibration there was no room for fear, hurt, or loneliness…only love.
I’m not waiting.
I’m allowing.
I’m unlimited creative genius,
Divine!
I am not waiting to be rescued or for my destiny to find me.
I am getting out of the way!
Waiting means I’ve got it all planned out and everything is going to be step by step as I envision.
I know that I don’t make it happen.
I allow it to happen.
So many other forces are at work. Why would I think it’s just me marking my path.
It’s me counting on you and everyone and everything around us.
In that way I cannot control the direction I go in.
All I can do is know that I am headed that way.
I know what it feels like to have the future I am destined for.
The how is irrelevant.
I didn’t listen to myself.
I didn’t present myself clearly.
My primary goal to avoid conflict,
I jeopardized my safety to ensure my survival.
And just like that I feel devalued.
My experience is in direct contrast with my values.
I chose inner conflict rather than anger.
Oh, I get angry, but I turn it all on me,
Suppressing outward expression out of fear,
For the sake of compliance.
Meeting the needs of others supplants
My capacity to meet my own needs.
Sacrificing my internal sense of security for connection
Causes an internal disconnection between my own heart and mind.
My body bristles at the assault and becomes a harbor for my anger
Disappointment surfaces as dis-ease and lingers
In my consciousness and beyond.
Suddenly, the sweet voice within that I so defiantly ignored
Grabs my full attention as it says,
“You did your best…
And they did too.”
“You are capable of keeping yourself safe now.
Be strong, consistent, and clear.
Make choices that preserve your freedom and safety.
Love yourself above all else
And you will never have to sacrifice your values for security.”
A new state of being immerges
Free of disappointment
Free of feeling wronged, hurt, and weak.
Free of resentment.
Free to be grateful.
Free to forgive.
Free of burdens
and unconditionally loved.
Today I awoke feeling like a snake shedding its skin.
Soft, vulnerable, sensitive, expanding, growing, free.
Ripping through the layers of being that have protected, carried, and framed who I am, I thank those parts of me that no longer fit.
Purifying tears accompany the molting, helping to dilute any doubt.
Courage thrusts me onward – there is no halfway point in change.
The last pieces falling away, I barely recognize me.
For an instant I long for that familiar container.
In the very next instant it is clear I cannot squeeze back into that way of being.
I am destined to be soft, vulnerable, and sensitive
and for now that is what I am.
You need more kindness,
More faith,
And joy,
To know the world is
simply your toy.
Reject the harshness,
Judgment,
And shame.
To love and nourish is
Our only aim.
Fill up your reservoir
With gentleness
And peace
To guide your inner Self
Through this life with ease.
Remove the barriers
That block out
Hope
And light.
To know your power is
Your natural right.
Wield not your actions,
sabres,
Or words.
Take flight with kindness,
Free like the birds.
You are magnificent
Just as
You are
Formed of the mystery
Within that twinkling star.
So go on and shine
Yourself
Bright for all to see
To be the love and joy that
This world does need.
Monday Mindfulness 