We are one

31 01 2017

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We are one.

From childhood, my faith has taught me so.

Is this not true?

 

Everyone belonging to an all-embracing Truth –

A Truth human expression cannot contain?

Isn’t this Truth true in spite of my faith?

 

We are one.

Why do these three words raise defensive walls?

Why do they scare us so?

 

Fear mixed with pride – our ego’s addictive elixir;

an opportunist ego’s playground –

serving it to preserve power;

injecting it to manipulate;

a way to sustain control…

 

but not The Way.

 

Still, we chase the god of “better than”

devising decrees of divisiveness ;

forging “us versus them” perimeters –

it’s easier not knowing another’s story;

defining others with broad strokes –

it’s more convenient painting with a bigger brush I suppose;

manipulating foundational concepts to create fabricated walls.

Why are we afraid of what is different? of what is other?

 

Then do we not believe what we claim within our faith?

What we say is Truth?

 

We are one.

This is celebration worthy!

 

We are one.

Created by the Creator;

created within Mystery;

created from Love to love;

created uniquely… out of Hope;

created from the One;

created as one.

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Today . . .

9 11 2016

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Today –

when it feels like diversity wanes;

when it seems like divisiveness reigns . . .

 

Today –

when there is a Grand Canyon schism between joy and sadness;

when anger and rage lace our language . . .

 

Today –

when systems enmesh us;

when relationships are broken;

when fear simmers beneath our soul . . .

 

 

Rain falls and nourishes the earth.

Light seeps through clouds and mist.

Meadow seeds sustains a sparrow just feet away.

Music that soothed my soul yesterday, soothes it today.

And the Truth that created us from the One, is the Truth that holds us as one.

 

To breathe in Love;

to breathe out Love;

to be embraced by Love;

to embrace with Love –

this is our invitation.

It has been.

It is at this very moment.

It will be tomorrow.

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“Slow down boys . . .”

5 11 2016

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“Slow down boys” . . .

life lesson –

from father to sons;

from one whose dying, now fully embraced.

 

Shadows, 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-like life –

deliverance from busy minds;

exoneration from “living up to” and “keeping up with”;

liberation from judging ourselves;

curative for the cancer of shame;

cleansed from the addiction of controlling what is uncontrollable;

awakened from a schedule-induced coma;

unshackled from haunting failures;

free from fear.

 

Inviting us into freedom –

freedom to embrace who we know we are;

freedom to nourish who we know we are becoming;

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;

whether in pain or joy;

whether in grief or blessing;

whether in angst or peace;

whether in dancing or stillness;

whether in paradox or certainty;

in Love –

always in Love.

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“Ride these monsters down…”

31 10 2012

 

 

 

“Halloween, a day associated with goblins and ghouls –

monsters all about.

For many the monsters are all too real –

monsters that haunt our past;

dwell in our present;

threaten our future.

They grasp our feet and ankles, desiring to pull us under…to take us down.

 

Maybe, though, that’s the way of it –

to dive down into what seeks to take us;

Maybe it’s the counter intuitive spirit

that sees the sliver of light in the darkness.

 

So, heed Annie Dillard’s words, “ride these monsters down” –

Your’s…mine…that haunt, dwell, and threaten.

Name them and jump on their backs – holding on tight.

Muster courage, gather community, give into hope,

and dive deep into fear until it no longer holds you…

until its power melts away.

 

Could the Truth be that the One we seek is found down –

 not always up?

Could the Truth be that the One who seeks us jumps on the monster’s back with us?

 

Light does shine in the darkness;

 

So, ride these monsters all the way down…

 

(Annie Dillard line from Teaching a Stone to Talk)





On the Edge…

27 07 2012

 

 

 

 

 

On the edge . . .

between falling and getting back up;

between losing and discovery;

between hope and despair;

between joy and grief;

between light and darkness;

between holding on and letting go;

between the status quo and exploration;

between play and depression;

between noise and silence;

between hearing and listening;

between the masks we wear and

the beauty of who we really are;

between choices . . .

 

May we have the courage to seek Truth within these “between” times.

May we have the grace to listen to Truth when it is given.

May we risk stepping into Truth’s sacred space — just a step at a time.

And may we know that we are not alone on this journey . . .

 

 





I wonder if she’d mind…

20 06 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inviting, the canopy of leaves and branches outside my window . . .

I wonder if Miss Maple would mind my sitting next to her today?

leaning against her trunk,

absorbing life into the fibers of who I am?

 

I wonder if she’d mind my lying within her sanctuary –-

soaking in sun and shade . . .

bathing my tired soul?

 

And if I dwell here today,

I wonder if she will whisper life’s most important secrets?

 

Wind rustles leaves . . .

I hear the conversation begin

 

Listen! It is not often one gets to hear such truth spoken . . .





Horizons – On the Edge

25 08 2011

I woke at 5:40 a.m. – another early morning at the beach. My body wanted to stay in bed – my spirit dragged me to the window. Like opening a gift that contained the thing you want most in the world, I pulled back the shades to reveal the rays of the pre-dawn sun barely illuminating the horizon – a deep blue sky above; darkness still swimming across the waters below; but that thin place in between – a deep, warm red-orange glow lining the horizon. I grabbed my tripod and camera, and soon found myself wading in sand.

 

With feet and tripod dug into sand, I looked over the Atlantic, snapping pictures, standing in awe – then somewhere in between the two, Light began to illuminate what was within. From the distant horizon in my soul, Truth exposed a spiritual desert within. I couldn’t seem to find my center – the Center. Somehow the Center would need to find me. Instead of standing there on the beach, my soul felt like fleeing to the mountains – my sanctuary…to nestle into coves and hollows; to lean against foothills; to rest in the shade of mountain peaks; to stroll along high ridges; to soar from lofty vistas.

 

Yet, there I was, on the edge of a vast ocean: openness; uncovered, nothing to nestle into; nothing offering midday shade; no lofty terrain to soar from; nothing to lean into except breaking waves. Open and exposed…just me, an empty lifeguard chair, and the burning horizon illuminating whom I really was; illuminating the truth as to where I really was – no place to hide from me.

 

But it was okay. Underneath the restlessness…within my soul’s desire to take sanctuary in higher elevations…in the midst of feeling lost – there was a peace. There was an opportunity here – an opportunity to be found. A transformation was in motion (and still is).  As I stood at the ocean’s edge, struggling to comprehend its vastness, I was brought to the edge of trust.

 

I have to trust that the waters continue beyond the ever-brightening horizon…that they continue beyond the reach of my eyesight. Isn’t this the way of faith? Some things I can see…but I can only see so far. I can only know what I know up to this very moment. Because of my limitations, I cannot know it all. It comes to the point where the known meets the unknown…when I cannot step into the future with full certainty. Here, at the edge, I have a choice – I can choose what is safe, what I know, what has already been lived; or I can choose to risk and step toward what is before me, toward the unknown, toward the horizon God holds for me. I can choose to step into what I do not know for certain – letting go of pre-conceived notions…using fear’s fuel as energy to propel me toward adventure…letting go of who I think I will become and trusting that God is creating me to be more than I can image. This is an opportunity to go deeper…deeper within ourselves…deeper into others…deeper into God – stepping up to edge of and then into what we fully do not understand or know. With faith we trust the Spirit goes before us preparing the way…preparing us.

 

As I stood gazing over the beautiful painted horizon, I was reminded of a quote by Andre Gide:

 

We cannot discover new oceans

 

unless we have the courage to lose sight of
the shore.