Welcome to The Mystery

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I sat in meditation.  On the back deck under the sun on a fall morning.  I could feel both the crispness of the air and the warm sun.  I chuckled though because it just felt like summer the other day.  Change and contrast is in the air as I breathe.  It’s easy to fall in love in these moments.  No matter what is going on, meditation brings me back to center.  Yet, often so does a hug, a smile and laughter.  In meditation, I could feel the power of whatever is next.  Yet it is now.  It wasn’t definable to my mind and I am okay with this.  It’s the mystery.  The Universe’s story and I am just one of many players… well, let’s say artists.  We all are.  Continue reading

You’ve been given a key

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I write and share just about every day (often can’t help myself).  I have passion for the spiritual journey.  I do live what I type.  After I published one of my shortest posts two days ago, Be… Gentle, I was, in moments, at a loss for any more words.  What if that short and simple post was the best advice I could offer?  While I’ve used words like self-care, patience, love and to go slow…. now this word seemed to really mean something.  I seemed to be looking at the world through an even more gentle heart and eyes.  Realizing (again) that everyone is doing the very best they can in each moment.  Feeling such humility and compassion. Continue reading

Changing… yet again.

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I started this post last night.  For the first time in 18 months of blogging, I wasn’t sure what to write.  With just about every post I’ve been driven to my laptop either out of the need to write or the knowing to write or… just for the sheer joy of it.  I  l-o-v-e  Spirit and writing has been a passion.  So it was strange to sit with my laptop and be so… neutral.  I did know though to, just write from my heart.  And, by today it did seem as if I had enough to write about. Continue reading

You write your story every day.

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To be honest, I almost forgot. In many ways, so much is happening now. Or maybe this is just another layer that is shedding.  Four years ago a date was set. An event. Now I can look back and see it was in my akachic records. A day that drove home a point. Change was need in my life. Big time. I was to stop caring for everyone and boy do I mean, everyone and start caring for myself. Unbeknownst to me – trust me, I was completely clueless, this event was completely supported. Within a few months, a lot of change happened. And then I was left facing… myself. Continue reading

7th Inning Stretch

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As a writer, I write when I feel good and… terrible.  Emotions seem to fuel.  I also write when I’m confused and when I have absolute clarity.  I awoke too early this morning having to use the bathroom.  Gheez, how much water did I drink before going to bed?  I had to chuckle to myself.  Let… it… flow.  And so my day begins before sunrise. Continue reading