911

Asking for help is a God send. It is amazing how much effort we put in "holding it together," meaning not letting another person know the depth of what we're going through. When it is usually the case that another person would love to listen, help, or completely put your mind and soul at ease.

It's even "worse," mostly for ourselves, if we start to get defensive and close off or become aggressive because we feel that others are to blame or are attacking us when in fact they are not at all.   It starts and ends with us and our own decisions.

I was the first person in this equation today and I witnessed someone else being the second...and all you want to do is help the person. You know that they need to help themselves when they've got themselves all walled in. But still, you try.

Beginners Mind.

I like to challenge myself and I don't mind not being the expert in the room. Sometimes people get caught up in looking the part so much that they can't be in a place of growth because they can't possibly put themselves in a place of discomfort. 

I don't need anyone to make me look good. 

I know that I can look good all on my own. Because I study. Because I practice. But most of all, because I truly care. And I know that it lands because I help people to transform. I am always looking for growth myself and am willing to transform, even though change is frightening for most of us. And I help to provide that for others and I'll place myself in the fire so that I can grow and continue to be there and present for what others truly need to succeed. 

Let's start a fire. In ourselves and others. 

Much love.

Nonviolence.

Non Possesiveness.

Soon II

My skin feels tight and close, 

like a noose desiring to be tightened;

It's dry and crackle pops when I walk.

So I've sat here, quite still 

And let my eyes roam freely 

But my mouth's just too dry to talk.

The air, burning broad across my back

makes me wonder what it looks like

with the winds that shifted west so fast.

Layers are perfect darling, aren't they?

And blood for pumping strong. And weak.

I'll sit here quiet until I can no longer.

I'll have to move soon, for the wind,

even if my skin breaks free of it’s bones;

like porcelain, like stars, like powder caked and blown.

I wonder what these winds will show me?

Where they will lead? 

Gusts across a dessert barren; or not.

Now. Move. 

You were not made only to question.

You were made to act upon your heart’s deepest image.

The one that was put upon it by God’s own hand.

The one you hear whispered when you dream.

The one you whisper when no one is listening.

Listen hard, my love.

Soon.

My skin feels tight. 
And close, like a noose.
It's dry and pops when I walk.

So I've sat here, quite still 
And let my eyes roam free 
But my mouth's still too dry to talk.

The air, burning broad upon my back
makes me wonder what it looks like
for the winds shifted west so quickly.

Layers are made for falling, aren't they?
And blood for pumping strong. And weak.
I'll sit here quiet until I can no longer.

I'll have to move for the wind,
Yes, even if my skin breaks free
Like porcelain, like stars, like powder caked and blown.

I wonder what these sorts of wind will show me?
Now. 
Move. 

Ever One.

My love, you can never be without me.

We are ever one.

Ever connected.

You know this as much as you know that you were born.

Maybe you forgot. 

Or stuffed it, way deep, back in your sock drawer.

But once you remember... 

once the wind blows just the slightest bit off center... 

you will say, aha.

Now. 

There is the truth.