What if I were you and you were me?
Would we live in harmony?
Would you love me unconditionally?
Would you let my heart and mind be free
In love and light and truth and peace?
What if the I in you was the you in me?
What if there was just one place – could it be?
Where we are one, where we both just be,
Existing in the space of eternity,
As light, as love, as truth, as peace?
If there is but one place, would you go there with me?
Ever notice how sometimes resistance appears just before the moment of most profound change? Like the “click click click” of the wooden roller coaster as it chugs its way up to the top of the hill, dragging and pushing ever harder, and just when it seems to have no more momentum, it crests the highest hill and runs freely, wildly, ahead. Resistance makes way for its counterpart…freedom.
Let humor lift you. The ability to laugh at the drama in our lives, to laugh at ourselves, to not dwell in the heaviness grants us the full freedom to aspire to a higher state of being, a more gentle space of receiving, and a more generous place of giving.
To laugh at ourselves clears emotions, deflates self-importance, brings us to common ground, and reminds us of our shared humanity.
Smile…laugh…really laugh…really, really laugh…be free.
There is a peace and beauty that comes with the icy cold stillness of winter, a space for slower breath and for watching.
The same space can be found in pain and suffering when we greet those moments with compassion and loving acceptance, knowing that this is simply where you are right now…and you are not alone.
The thaw of spring will come and with it a great renewal.
Rise up.
Rise up with shining, loving spirit and compassion.
Rise up to support one another, guide one another, believe in the goodness of each other, and thrive together.
Rise up and celebrate our goodness, our power to heal, with the knowledge that we have it all, it already innately exists within each of us. There is nothing more we need to do than to let that be our reality.
Rise up in the power of love.
Rise up.
The word “haseya” comes from the Navajo people, the language Dine, and means to rise up, to come together across cultures and divisions, to heal the pain that separates us from one another and the Earth. To call upon the wisdom of our ancestors and the knowledge we hold within us to awaken a healing space for ourselves and our world.
Know that your kindness, your happiness, and your goodness are what sparkles and shines in this world…and that IS enough.
No matter that anger laps at your feet,
No matter that fear and distrust appear to form walls around you,
No matter that hope feels smothered,
Spiral upwards, out of the ashes of perceived despair,
Fill the air with compassion.
As long as the flames of compassion dance,
We can know only peace and joy.
Why pursue happiness when you can just have it?
Right outside the door of my heart
Sit two comfy chairs,
Where we once laughed and loved together.
Sometimes those chairs seem empty.
Then I remind myself…
They are abundantly full,
Full of the memories I have of you, of us, of our laughter and our love,
And then, I smile because that I know will last forever.
To know unconditionally is one thing.
To love unconditionally is another.
Monday Mindfulness 