Archive for March, 2017
And We Greet Again
Thursday, March 23rd, 2017
And this is the place where I stand.
And this is the world where I stand.
And this is the universe where I stand.
And I breathe. 
And I breathe.
And I belong.
And I love.
And I long.
And I grieve.
And I desire.
And I remember.
And I greet again.
And again.
And this is the place where we stand.
And this is the world where we stand.
And this is the universe where we stand.
And we greet each other.
And we greet God in each other.
And we greet again.
And again.
Bridging Our Inhale and Exhale
Tuesday, March 21st, 2017
Breathe gently in and out.
Allow the exhale to be a little longer than the inhale.
Release any tension, worry, or anxiety with each out breath.
Allow light in any form to arrive with each in breath.
Notice how your body feels while breathing the full inhalation and exhalation.
Just notice. Be aware. Be the inner note-taker.
Welcome all the thoughts. Know the exhale will take them.
Greet the critic and the judge. Embrace them.
Breathe in and out slower and deeper.
Relax into the fullness of the inhale and exhale.
Breathe all the way down to your feet. This breath will anchor you.
Breathe all the way up to the top of your head (your crown chakra). This breath will open you to your divine connection.
Take a fuller breath. Tune into the wisdom of your heart-center.
With each breath, bridge your heart and mind.
Be the observer, the anchor, the wisdom, and the breath.
Your breath takes you where you need to be ─ right here in this moment.
Welcome home.
Finding Our Inner River
Tuesday, March 7th, 2017
As a writer, I am often looking for the “right” word. Sometimes, I am looking for any word. It is the blank page that can either become my most meditative or dreaded moment. I am known to type notes on my iPhone, scrawl words on the back of envelopes, or fill journals (dozens of them) with meditations and ideas. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t writing. I may not always be poetic or even grammatically correct, but the joy of writing has always superseded being a perfect writer.
When I feel stuck with writing, I read more, meditate more, and spend time in nature. I try to let go of frustration of not writing and open to what is available as my writing teacher. As my cousin in England recently wrote to me after I expressed my experience of feeling stalled in my writing:
Sometimes the river is full.
Sometimes the river runs low.
But the river is still there.
Everything has its season.
Seasons turn.
She concluded with, “Don’t give up. Keep going with your writing.”
We don’t always know who we touch with our words. So, I am going to keep writing, keep scrawling, and keep dreaming.
What keeps you going? Where do you turn when the river seems low?