Inspiration

January 31, 2008

dsc02111.jpgIt’s about choices. It’s about dreams. Possibilities.  There is beauty in this life.  Love in this heart.  Everywhere I look I see beauty. In the remarkable clouds above my head. The clouds remind me it won’t always rain.  The cool breeze crosses my cheeks and reminds me I can feel.  The sun warms and heats my chest, it reminds me that I won’t always feel cold.  I’m thirsty and I can drink my favorite vitamin water that nourishes me and makes me feel alive.  When I am lonely and I can call my loved one and spend the afternoon laughing and discussing politics.  I can be angry and disillusioned at the state of the government and I can vote and write letters to my congress.  I can be sad that people are hungry and I can donate my time and food.  I can feel ugly and I can create something beautiful.  It’s about choices.  It’s about dreams.  Possibilities.  

Words I Try to Live By

November 19, 2007

2038942458_c9eee23d6b.jpg“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own; without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with the wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from God’s presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to silver of the the full of the moon, “Yes!” It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the Fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder

Letting Go

October 30, 2007

Life’s lessons have taught me that one of the most important things to remember during the darkest hour is letting go. It is by far the hardest thing, for me, to do. Think of taking a handful of sand and squeezing it between your fingers. The grains disappear faster the harder you grasp the sand. If you gently hold the sand in your hand you can carry that handful for as long as you like. Think of the sand as one of your goals. Take for instance a job, a relationship, a financial situation, a sick animal you want to recover, anything at all that you want with all of your heart and soul. The more you struggle against all of the odds, the harder and more difficult the obstacles become to overcome, to obtain that goal. For me, once I realize the tried and true principle of “letting go” then everything becomes clear, and, dare I say, less stressful. The goal that I have been putting all of my energies towards comes wafting down as if on gossamar wings towards me, effortlessy. So I always think of the fist full of sand, that can be just a hand full of cool grains. These cool grains of sand can just rest upon my hand effortlessly, I can examine each grain and be thankful for each part making the whole. I can take my time and ponder the entire beach then move on to the ocean. Feel the cool breezes sweep across my face. Let the negative ions in the air do their magic upon my once desperate mood. I can even take off my shoes that were once tied too tightly and dip my toes into the cool water and appreciate the beauty and sensual excitement of the awesomeness of the ocean. I can always always remember the principle of letting go. Life always goes smoother for me when I do that.