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SICK AS YOUR SECRETS

SICK AS YOUR SECRETS I am a somewhat public person who greatly values privacy. Privacy is not the same thing as secrecy. Someone once pointed out to me that when I die countless secrets will die with me. I guess at a level that is true. But whenever I am sitting with someone and they share something with me that they had been holding in secrecy the release of energy is palpable. When they say what they have feared to say to another living being, and I do not run shrieking from the room, the relief is beyond description. The knotted energy of the secret is untied in the telling. The shroud of shame is vaporized in a moment of vulnerability. What had seemed so solid and

SICK AS YOUR SECRETS2020-03-11T18:25:27-04:00

SOME SLACK

SOME SLACK “Hey, cut me some slack.” It was a familial request that I rarely saw actualized. It is often difficult to remember that people are doing the best they can based on their current level of consciousness. It is even more difficult to remember that I am doing the best I can based on my current level of consciousness. And that later awareness is the bridge to the former. Today I am choosing to cut myself some slack. I watched in fascination recently as something occurred for someone that threw them into a total shame storm. It wasn’t really what occurred that caused the storm. It was the ensuing narrative. I could literally see the shades get drawn, the doors get locked, and the lights go

SOME SLACK2020-03-11T18:24:27-04:00

IT’S SAFE

IT'S SAFE It is finally safe to stay in here. When I say in here, I literally mean in here. Inside of me. In my experience of me. In my moments and in my relating. An undivided sense of self. A state of being that knows it is enough as is. That it is okay to welcome whatever arises. That everything belongs. That there is nothing to try to hide and suppress. Nothing biting at my heels. No uh-oh waiting to consume me. Nothing to correct. I could weep just typing those words. The weeping is relief, it is not sadness. It feels like a huge exhale after holding my breath for decades. I have finally realized how much of a fugitive I was, always on the

IT’S SAFE2020-03-11T18:18:05-04:00

CAPITAL SELF-DEFINED

CAPITAL SELF-DEFINED The ability to be Self-defined is a superpower. Please note the capitalization of that Self. I grew up in a family where I was robbed of the privilege of learning what it is to be self-defined. As a result, a big piece of my personal evolution has been learning to be Self-defined. It has been a rough and rocky road. Part of Part of a healthy maturation process includes detaching from parental or other authority figures and learning to think, decide, and define from a place of choice and autonomy. Though inextricably part of a tribal system we are each born to grow into a place internally where we decide what is right and what isn’t right for us as individuals. We are to take

CAPITAL SELF-DEFINED2020-03-11T18:22:07-04:00

REALLY GONE

REALLY GONE I guess sometimes when they leave, they are really gone. My mother left her body four years ago today. That is 1460 days. Not one of those days has passed that I have not thought of and felt her absence. When my mother left, she was gone. I have experienced the deaths of many significant people in my lifetime. It began at a young age and has been a constancy that I have learned to live with. I have become increasingly friendly with grief as a result of these many losses. I have also become increasingly comfortable with the ongoing vibrational relationship with those who have moved on. I cherish the ongoing “visitations” with people who are no longer on this plane of experience. Those

REALLY GONE2020-03-11T18:23:05-04:00

LOOKING AT

LOOKING AT I am always looking at what I am looking with. I heard that phrase for the first-time decades ago. After pondering it for months I thought I knew what it meant. After grappling with it for years I realized I did not know what it meant. And all these decades later I still dance with what I suspect is one of the most confounding and yet liberating notions that I have ever heard. I am always looking at what I am looking with. We as human beings are emotionally imprinted and carefully programmed and conditioned. We are not responsible for these imprints or filters. We are, however, responsible TO them. Human consciousness evolves via the way we relate to our imprinting, programming, conditioning. We are

LOOKING AT2020-02-06T12:35:37-05:00

PRECIOUS ATTENTION

PRECIOUS ATTENTION There are few gifts as precious in life as someone’s undivided attention. There are few things rarer in life these days as the gift of someone’s undivided attention. The need to be paid attention to is universal and unmistakable. Though we may not frame it as such, it is built into our hardwiring and even into our DNA. We need to be seen, heard, acknowledged, and appreciated. When we are not, we suffer. We need to pay attention to others. We need to see, listen to, acknowledge, and appreciate fellow living beings. When we do not do that, we suffer. We have an intrinsic need to connect. We need to experience a felt-sense connection within our own being to ourselves and to our surrounding world.

PRECIOUS ATTENTION2020-02-02T12:54:46-05:00

THE SACRAMENT OF IRRITATION

THE SACRAMENT OF IRRITATION People can be really irritating. And thus, my mirrors for awakening. May I most humbly share with you that in my meditation chair I am an enlightened master? Well, when things are quiet, and the temperature is pleasant, and the circumstances meet my meditation requirements. Awe, the enlightened state. And then the neighbor throws multiple items into the recycle bin just outside my bedroom window. And then my husband loudly sneezes or answers his phone or bangs a few pots, pans, dishes. People can be really irritating. Okay. I can get really irritated. That is much more to the point. Irritation is a form of discomfort and human beings do not like discomfort. While the degree to which we avoid, and resist discomfort

THE SACRAMENT OF IRRITATION2020-01-28T14:57:01-05:00

HER NAME WAS LOLA

HER NAME WAS LOLA I am slowly moving into yet another goodbye. I have experienced goodbye enough times to be very clear that they are not about absence. They are about presence. I have also said goodbye enough times to know that love is never past tense. My father transitioned in 1982 and I love him more today than I did then and more than I did last year. I am quite certain that for as long as I am on this planet the love will continue to grow, deepen, and mature. The same is true of Jean. I am calling her Jean in this writing because that indeed was her given name. I am calling her Jean so that anyone who knew her will recognize the

HER NAME WAS LOLA2020-01-28T14:55:46-05:00

REDEEMING THE IN-BETWEEN

REDEEMING THE IN-BETWEEN I am here to redeem the in-between in 2019. Be careful what you pray for. Though I have never much cared for that former later statement I must admit that sometimes it feels true. I have for many years selected a theme to guide me through my calendar years. I do so by praying into my Highest Self and by seeking to align with what is seeking to know itself in me. I have become better and better at recognizing the orchestration that ensues from my affirmative theme. This is one of the reasons I am absolutely sure that the Universe is always listening and always responding to what we align and open to. I know that I know that I am always being

REDEEMING THE IN-BETWEEN2020-01-28T14:54:13-05:00