Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Look at what you are withholding from yourself.
You deny yourself and deny yourself,
And for what?
What you withhold from yourself,
You withhold from the world.
Then you point to the world,
And blame the world,
For denying you something,
It comes down to you.
How generous can you be?
How much love,
Can you give yourself?
Photo credit, Gayatri Creations by Martha Cartwright.
Friday, July 17, 2015
Here's a little secret. If you want to connect in with yourself, be more centered, develop your spiritual gifts or just plain, 'be-less-stressed-in-your-life', then meditate.
Five minutes each morning will make a difference. Anxiety will decrease. Your mind will become quiet and as your thoughts dissolve, you will have direct access to your own intuitive wisdom.
This wisdom can be profound and life-changing. At other times it can be highly practical.
Here's an example of the practical kind....
A couple of days ago, on waking I heard the words, "Face Your Fears, Find Your Courage." Shortly after I meditated for a little while. While coming out of meditation I heard the words, "Check new courses posted on Daily Om."
I went on Daily Om. I clicked on the new courses link. On the top of the list was, "Face Your Fears, Find Your Courage."
Intrigued, I started to read the marketing page of the course. When I got to paragraph four, which was five sentences deep, I stopped in my tracks. Word for word, I knew I was reading my own writing.
Over the last ten years or more I have written scores of articles and essays for Mind-Body-Spirit e-zines and hard copy magazines. I have also written a number of online courses.
With that in mind, I began trying to recall (where the paragraph in its entirety) had been lifted from. I did not have to go far.
On the same site, I found the paragraph. It was on the marketing page of, 'From Turmoil to Transformation,' a course I had created for Daily Om more than six years ago.
Having located this evidence, I e-mailed the course co-ordinator of Daily Om and linked her back to my marketing page. Then I asked her to inform the woman who had poached my work, that my writing and course content is copyrighted.
I am sharing this, not because I am upset or angry. Far from it.
From a personal perspective, I am grateful for the prompts that led me to spot the plagiarism. More importantly though, I feel sorry for the woman who copied my words.
If you do not know who you are, you feel impoverished.
You believe abundance is 'out there.'
You believe other people know better than you.
You think they have the answers and you do not.
You doubt yourself.
You do not have the confidence to trust what you hear and feel inside.
By contrast, if you meditate just a little you realize your self-worth.
You realize how rich you are.
You have no desire to go begging or poaching from anyone.
You trust, relish, and rest in the awareness,
"I am enough."
Monday, July 13, 2015
Terminate your relationship with pain.
How do you do that?
You stop running and trying to separate from it.
With humility, you receive the gift of what the pain is trying to tell you.
The act of listening heals the divide.
Then you can turn the pain into something beautiful.
However, more important than all of this,
Is the realization,
I am not my pain.
Which sees and and recognizes the pain.
Friday, May 8, 2015
Several times over the last six months I have told my husband, "Tony you have to find a way to manage your stress. I do not want to be a widow at fifty eight." I said the same thing on April 24th. On April 28th Tony had a stroke.
The day started out sweetly, coffee in bed, listening to the birds singing, the sound of the ocean. Then Tony took a shower.
He came out of the shower, staggered toward me and said he felt like he had been hit on the back of the head. Fourteen hours later Tony had been taken by ambulance to the Rand Hospital on Grand Bahama Island, given a scan, airlifted to Florida, admitted to Broward North Hospital, given another scan and an angiography and placed in the Intensive Care Unit.
When the results came in we were told Tony had suffered a subarachnoid hemorrhage. After we read up about it, we realized how serious this condition can be. Close to fifty percent of people who suffer this type of hemorrhage die.
As this sank in, I knew that if I had not been in the habit of listening and acting on intuitive wisdom Tony would not be here. I also knew that prayer changed everything.
The neurosurgeon told us that there is always danger of another hemorrhage, especially between day four and day ten. On Monday, which was day six, I was feeling uneasy.
In response to that distress I stood over Tony and while he slept, I prayed. I invoked the Saints who are dear to my heart. In part I also prayed, "Lord Jesus anoint Tony with your blood. Hold him in the Heart of the Great Heart. Keep him stable and safe and heal him in mind, body and spirit. It is given and it is so, Amen."
While I was praying, I felt Light pouring in. I felt the anointing. There was a huge shift.
When I opened my eyes I looked at Tony and noticed a mark on his green and white hospital gown. When I looked closely I saw it was a dark red blood stain. It was in the shape of a heart about an inch or so in size.
Surrounding that heart was another heart. It was soft in color, pink and tender and in that moment I knew everything was going to be o.k.
The next day Tony was wheeled off for another angiography. I decided to sit outside the unit and I found a comfortable chair in a nearby waiting room.
A woman came in bent over with anxiety. Her energy was low. She placed a call, which I could not help but overhear.
The woman was calling a church. She pleaded, "Could you please ask a priest to come to Broward North Hospital? My nephew has been in a car accident and he is in a really bad way. The boy's father has also been admitted to the hospital because of the stress. I am worried for both of them."
As soon as the woman hung up I went over. I told her, "Excuse me, I have to tell you it is wonderful to have prayer support from a priest. However you can pray and call on God yourself. You do not need an intermediary.
I will pray with you. Then you are going to go back to your nephew's room and you are going to invoke Christ to heal your nephew according to His will."
I prayed with the woman. She cried. She told me, "I love you." Then she left.
Today, May 8th is my fifty ninth birthday. I have never been happier. I am celebrating a birthday and the love of my life is still with me.
His life is the most beautiful, precious gift I could ever ask for.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
"Who gets up early
to discover the moment light begins?
Who finds us here circling, bewildered, like atoms?
Who comes to a spring thirsty
and sees the moon reflected in it?
Who, like Jacob blind with grief and age,
smells the shirt of his lost son
and can see again?
Who lets a bucket down and brings up
a flowing prophet?
Or like Moses goes for fire
and finds what burns inside the sunrise?
Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
and opens a door to the other world.
Solomon cuts open a fish, and there's a gold ring.
Omar storms in to kill the prophet
and leaves with blessings.
Chase a deer and end up everywhere!
An oyster opens his mouth to swallow one drop.
Now there's a pearl.
A vagrant wanders empty ruins.
Suddenly he's wealthy.
But don't be satisfied with stories, how things
have gone with others. Unfold
your own myth, without complicated explanation,
so everyone will understand the passage,
We have opened you.
Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy and tired.
Then comes a moment of feeling
the wings you have grown,
The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
As a child I lived in the U.K. in a town far from the sea. Yet, I could hear the sound of waves arising and subsiding inside. It was a sound both familiar and achingly beautiful.
All those years ago, I could never have imagined that I would one day be living in the Bahamas. It would have seemed like a fantasy. Yet here I am.
At 5.15 a.m. each morning my husband Tony I sit up in bed and enjoy a cup of coffee. We listen to the waves. It is a beautiful way to start the day.
Sometimes we hear the waves crashing angrily against the shore. At other times they lap gently, like a big cat licking a sweet bowl of cream.
After coffee, I go to the meditation room. I light a candle and incense and then sit. The sound of the waves is louder there. The silence echoes more deeply.
In the thick of that sound, birds circle and cry, signalling the start of the new day. My neighbor revs up his car to head to work and twice a week, the garbage men announce their arrival with the cranking and crashing of the bins.
All these sounds swim in and through one another. They arise from the same Source. They are born from silence and they dissolve back into silence.
When we start to pay attention, when we really listen, we realize this. We also notice how our thoughts and words arise from silence.
The beauty of this practice gifts us with what Merrill-Wolf calls ‘high indifference.’ This is not disinterest. Rather it is the capacity to see, hear and perceive from the highest perspective.
When we leave the confines of the mind we are free. We realize we are not separate. We see how intimately connected we are to all of life.
In the thick, vibrant energy of this profound realization we are home. We are what we have been searching for all along...
Excerpt from the Living in Alignment online course.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Those who awaken
Never rest in one place.
Like swans, they rise
And leave the lake.
On the air they rise
And fly an invisible course,
Gathering nothing, storing nothing.
Their food is knowledge.
They live upon emptiness.
They have seen how to break free.
Teachings of the Buddha,
by Thomas Byrom
by Thomas Byrom