These Boots Are Made For Walking.

It's the day after elections and I think that even though the day started out very raw for a lot of us, we are calming down into the fact that this is reality and in true American style, we're ready to put on our boots, walk through the mud if we have to and get some shit done. 

I did NOT want Donald Trump as my President. But, truth be told, I wasn't overly affectionate of Hillary. I would have gladly voted for another Republican if there was a good one. I'm not going to get into the various reasons why I didn't want Donald Trump as the person in charge of my country. The fact is, it is over and he is our President-elect. 

We have the power in our daily lives to choose what matters to us. The country obviously chose Trump as a response to something deep that it felt was missing. I don't get that but the vote shows it to be true. I still have the power in my life to choose what is important to me, regardless of who the President is, and that is partly because I l…
Ever have one of those moments where you feel like you've finally shed the past that you needed to and you feel so much lighter? And now you know that you are free to go forth more brightly into the world? Return to your self to show up bigger for the world, if you will....  Yeah. It's one of those days. 

Miracles upon miracles.

The other day while I was walking down the street, I tripped and fell. Smashing into the pavement I suddenly became the rain water, splashing and trickling down the dirty street until I fell down into the sewer where I, somewhat confused but peaceful as water can be, continued my journey and came out eventually into a river. I felt the atmosphere suck me back up as I freely floated into the sky becoming millions of tiny water molecules. 
I rose up into that angry sky which poured me back down onto the landscape and I spread over this land so wide, becoming a puddle for a gazelle to drink from, a droplet that was drunk by a tree under which a crying boy sat, the blessing that had been prayed for as the people there hadn't seen rain in months, the last drop that caused a mudslide wreaking havoc in a small town, and also the single drop that fell onto a small girls face and made her smile changing her whole way of being. 

I became all of this and more and I realized that I myself am sm…

my prayer.

I say your name as prayer
daily and with conviction.

You roll over me 
as water over stone.

Rounding my edges 
 that they may catch the light.

Completely you do this 
Cleanly and without thought.

I will not. 
ask... why...

Why does the rain fall?
Why does the sun shine?

Why does the caterpillar crawl?
Why is the sand fine?

These things are natural.
Beyond the land of word.

And so I pray
daily and with conviction.

 Your name floating

 like smoke in air

 dissolving into nothingness

and yet everything. 


My heart bled out into the sky...
I felt so afraid. Everyone could see it.
But then... I began to feel how big it was
and how much space it easily filled up.
It turned the whole sky red with it's majesty 
And comforted many with it's warmth.
I am not afraid anymore. 

Sing, Songbird.

Offer Up Your Song

On the road to loosening the clutch of fear and taking back your original joy of singing, try one of these self-coaching points. (They're not just for singers).

First, realize that you are developing your skills. Think of yourself as being in training. Instead of expecting yourself to have mastered your voice, think, "I'm learning." If you believe you're supposed to be a master, you'll criticize yourself when you aren't. But if you define yourself as a learner, you're much more likely to forgive yourself for mistakes. Instead of mentally trashing yourself when your voice quavers, tell yourself, "I'm in the process of learning how to sing with power and ease!"

The second step is to make your voice an offering. Offer your voice and your song and your vocal cords to humanity—to the All—using whatever frame allows you to touch your sense of the greater whole. Remember that once you make an offering, the outcome is out of y…

A Course in Miracles.

(this post was written in 2012, along with the last couple that I posted.)

Started reading 'A Course in Miracles' which I've had on my bookshelf for awhile now but just opened. It feels like a very important and life changing book. I experienced that shift also with Eckhart Tolle's, 'A New Earth, Awakening to Your Life's Purpose' before this, years ago. Some books wait to come to you until the right time, I think. 

A few statements that hit home for me...

"Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists. Herein lies the peace of God."

We make up our own realities. We tell ourselves stories that become real for us only for the telling and the retelling of them. The movie The Village is a perfect example of the stories people tell themselves in order to protect and control. Having faith that all is as it should be gives peace.

"It is the privilege of the forgiven to forgive."

We all need to be forgiven for something, somewhere. We all need…