Monday, August 17, 2015
They come and go.
Do not get caught in them.
Find the One,
These moods back to you.
Find the Unchanging Principle,
Even in the midst,
Of violent change.
Friday, August 7, 2015
Light a candle,
Say a prayer,
To all the faces of God,
You most love,
All the faces of God,
You most love,
And even those you don't,
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
An ignorant woman says,
"I am angry because of what he/she/ the world did to me.
I have every right to be angry.
You would be angry too."
An ordinary woman says,
"Yes, I have anger.
I try to control it but sometimes I can't.
It just erupts and there is nothing I can do about it."
A wise woman says,
"Anger is impersonal.
I do not identify with it.
I watch it come and go."
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." Then while I was 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 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.