“Slow down boys . . .”

5 11 2016

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“Slow down boys” . . .

a life lesson from father to sons;

from one whose dying, now fully embraced.

 

Darkness and death open us this way –

to Truth’s presence;

to Truth’s embrace;

to Truth’s perspective;

to edit Truth no more.

 

“Slowness” – Truth’s way – calls to our soul;

inviting us away from a veiled, matrix  life –

deliverance from busy minds;

exoneration from “living up to”;

liberation from judging ourselves;

curative for the cancer named shame;

cleansed from the addiction of trying to control what is uncontrollable;

awakened from a schedule-induced coma;

unshackled from haunting failures;

free from fear.

 

Truth’s way inviting us into freedom –

freedom to embrace who we know we are;

freedom to nourish who we know we are becoming;

freedom to lean into the mystery of what we don’t know;

freedom to cherish paradox and uncertainty – fearlessly;

freedom to welcome failure as a daughter of wholeness;

freedom to wait – not sprinting past Spirit;

freedom to just be in the Presence of Slowing…

 

We can only be right here, right now.

It is all that we are given.

So be right here, right now…

fully living;

wholly living;

with pain and joy;

with grief and blessing;

with angst and peace;

with dancing and stillness;

with paradox and certainty;

with Love –

always with Love.

 

Slow down…

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When I was a child…

1 04 2016

Railroad TunnelWhen I was a child,

I was taught to give my life away – without thought;

and I did. . .

 

For praise:

an artificial love – feeding an insatiable appetite.

For protection:

insurance against unpredictability – an illusion of control.

For survival:

subservient to rationed affection

allocated by a broken earthly deity.

 

Clawing desperately – clinging to any simulacrum of solid ground –

 

I lost myself…

 

But I am discerning…

that the cracks in my foundation are not my reprobation – but liberation;

that Light permeates the fractures in my façade –

saturating space where rationed, pseudo love imposed addiction;

that a bottomless well of Love, an oasis, exists within.

 

No need to cling to praise;

no need for controlled protection against the erratic;

no need to survive droughts of tenderness.

 

I am still giving my life away,

but now –

Life is being given in return…tunnel

 





Open Windows…

23 01 2014

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I tell myself, “don’t open that window –-

others will see the darkness within.”

But I deceive myself –-

I am really afraid of what my own eyes will see.

 

So keep the windows shut;

bolt the doors;

nail them all shut.

So much energy exerted

trying to harness the dark side of me;

my True-Self  sacrificed on this altar.

 

 

Who knew the ordinary would invite the extraordinary?

an analogy opened before me . . .

a parable poised for the telling . . .

 

Do I dare peer into the vacant darkness?

Do I risk looking beyond framed obscurity into a greater reality?

What monsters will unleash their furor?

Pain?

yes –- if I want to know the deep wonder of fully living . . .

Fear?

for sure –- a sign of venturing intimacy . . .

 

It is hard to turn loose of what we know –- of what is comfortable -–

even if what we hold close is killing us.

 

But now with doors flung open, light shines where it had not, exposing:

Joy . . .

flowing like a shallow stream at first . . . but streams eventually become deep oceans;

Unknowing . . .

a perpetual adventure in trusting Mystery;

Love . . .

deeper than we have words to speak -–

for ourselves, for others,

for the Mystery we are learning to trust.

 

And this is all my soul asks –-

courage, strength, and grace to peer into the darkness and truth of who I am;

trusting there is abundant life on the other side, and maybe,

even within the darkness itself . . .





Loss and Life…

24 02 2013

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Creative with eye and hand…

Relationship treasured…teacher, role model, friend;

 

monsters rise from within…

reckless abandon chosen…

a life changed…

a friend lost…

 

and now I do what I know to do this morning – grieve and pray;

then I water the sun-bathed plants that gaze out my office window…

wanting to add to life in whatever small way I can…





Life’s Journey…

13 07 2012

 

 

Life’s journey;

Longing for it to be as straight as this Eastern Shore road . . .

sometimes;

It seems straight would be easier —

see where you’ve been . . .

see where you’re going.

Does “straight” invite us to know the depth of who we are though?

Are the curves and the “around-the-bends” given as gifts?

A gift of opening?

to authenticity?

to exploration of self?

to connection with others?

to celebrating creation?

Or could it be that the curves and “around the bends” entice us;

Craving to know what is yet to be;

Hypnotized by future gazing –- dwelling there, missing now . . .

Straight road;

Crooked road —

both have their joy and dangers

maybe the most important part is just the next step —

from the past,

toward the future,

living in the now . . .

being present to Presence . . .

 





A descriptive moment:

9 06 2012

 

 

 

 

A descriptive moment:

A window into who I am – who we are…

illumination and darkness

cloudy and clear;

Yet, life still stirs underneath…

crashing and calm

The hope? Light continually, consistently rises into both…

producing hues beyond imagination –

no matter where we find ourselves.

 

(sunrise over Cape May, NJ)





Light and matter…

3 06 2012

 

 

 

 

Light and matter mix

Flaming hues released in space

Dancing, loving, life

 

(Maryland Renaissance Festival mime and bubbles)