Monday, August 27, 2012

Monday's Heart 34, Authentic


This above all:
To thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
 - Hamlet, Shakespeare


Monday, August 20, 2012

Monday's Heart 33, Hummingbird Medicine


"Mother hummingbirds are hard workers. This is necessary, for they receive no help from their mate. She will usually lay two eggs, again very symbolic. Two is the number of the inner self, the feminine to which we must give birth and expression to find our joy."
{Ted Andrews, Animal Speak}

Monday, August 13, 2012

Monday's Heart 32, Kiss the Ground

Today, like every other day,
we wake up empty and frightened.
Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading.
Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love
be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways
to kneel and kiss the ground.
{Jalahad Rumi}

Friday, August 10, 2012

Every Child Is An Artist

"Every child is an artist--the problem is staying an artist when you grow up" -Pablo Picasso

"Sisters" (1967)
When I was a child of four, or five, I had a set of Golden Book encyclopedias I shared with my sister. The books were gifted to us from our dear aunt, who at the time was about sixteen or seventeen; she would later to go on to be a teacher.

I soon discovered that many, not all, of the encyclopedias had a blank white page in the beginning of the book. It felt like another gift to me, a secret gift, and each page called me to draw on it.

Again, the books became a gift when I rediscovered these drawings while sharing the encyclopedias with my students years later, after I became a teacher.

Recently I took them out again, remembering the drawings were in there, wanting to catch a glimpse of my five year old self, almost 45 years later. It's funny, I still feel the same.

Glancing at the drawings, labeled with my sister's name on the left, and mine on the right (above), I imagined I was drawing us as princesses, but when I went to write this little post, I recalled something about the photos--they were not princesses I had drawn--they were queens. I've always had a thing for queens.



"There is no use trying, said Alice; one can't believe impossible things. I dare say you haven't had much practice, said the Queen. When I was your age, I always did it an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." {Lewis Carroll}

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Partners with the Universe


Today my dear friend and I were chatting it up and she mentioned about a process she is going  forward with in her life and how she has "opened the windows and the doors." She is now awaiting for the sign of how and where to proceed. Other than the preliminaries, there is nothing more she needs to do for this project she is developing; she truly must now wait.


It dawned on me while we were chatting that this is exactly what co-creating is. It is being in partnership with the Universe; if we allow this partnership to be symbiotic, then we take a step, and we allow the Universe to show us a step, and so forth. 

I like this view. I like the idea that I don't necessarily have to run up the staircase two steps at a time, or leap off a cliff, to find myself in a cool pool of possibilities. In fact, if I am just willing to get my feet wet, then pause, I might find myself in a soothing stream of steady flow instead of a too familiar riptide.


I think the balance here is not losing focus when the Universe provides a step, but also not thinking I have to figure it all out at once either when an opportunity does arise. Instead, I need to just be willing to keep taking the steps, or, as my friend put it, opening the windows and doors along the way. This feels manageable and exciting as I sail into my next chapter of life. Maybe that's what the fifties are all about, a dance: moving forward, sitting in meditation, moving, sitting. 

How often do we allow ourselves the sitting? How often do we trust that the Universe is our partner? Maybe the Universe is our other half, always there, not judging, just waiting then showing.

Moving, sitting, trusting, moving, sitting, trusting, this is flow.

Universe (n.) : the world of human experience


Monday, August 6, 2012

Monday's Heart 31, Truth

Your problem is how you are going to spend this one and precious life you have been issued. Whether you're going to spend it trying to look good and creating the illusion that you have power over circumstances, or whether you are going to taste it, enjoy it and find out the truth about who you are. {Anne Lamott}

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Changes


“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.” 
{Lao Tzu)


Summer was a sigh. The days were cradled in a constant, slow, steady rhythm---rest, rise, coffee, nourish, stroll, garden, chores, more coffee, treasured time with precious people, yoga, rest...repeat.



Try as I may to carve a lasting safe place, I knew in my heart it would eventually give way to the flow. Flow is constant even when you try to pretend it's not.



For a brief time it seemed as if I stopped the flow and rested in the pool of my life. Bees hummed, cicadas whined, fresh grass smell infused the air. Sigh. Though glimpses of it appeared, the future seemed implausible.




But life picks up, new schedules creep in; I am carried back into the stream, being challenged to steady my self even as the current tries to sweep me away. I feel forced to make choices.



And so it begins~*