Its voice speaks all throughout the day:
No, don’t do that, don’t put that there,
that isn’t right, can’t you do better than that?
C’mon, you know better, oh no!
I’ts very exhausting.
I really am doing my best.
I really am tired so frequently,
just wanting to take the time and space
to rest and engage in conscious self-care.
I’d like to shake this voice off, somehow,
but it’s inside me,
intimately acquainted with my deepest fears,
of which it reminds me nearly constantly.
Or else it attempts to distract me from my fears,
by reminding me how inadequate I am,
and so what’s the point of trying to shift
into a conscious, spacious paradigm—
I’ll mess this one up too, it tells me.
Little by little I’m becoming aware
of the powerful, deep current of thinking
that influences all of my interactions,
All of my insights.
Little by little I’m realizing
I can choose what I take in,
and what I give out.
Little by little I’m gaining the strength
to discern which voice to listen to,
and the will to stay open
even when it’s difficult.
Little by litte, I’m understanding
that this moment is enough,
just as it is.
Singing, singing, learning
this music for the Virtual Choir 6
Feeling the shame spiral
because I did my habitual thing
and waited until the day before
to really dive into the music.
I remember (again)
that the way you do anything
is the way you do everything,
and behind my procrastination
there was the perfectionist,
just trying to find the perfect time.
Well…now is the time.
With my kids out of the house
I have quiet.
I can record this music.
If only I can get it
perfect right done.
Yeah, Lorien, just get it done.
Little moments of insight
coalesce to reveal
how much choice I have
in this experience called “Life.”
It’s so much responsibility,
so that your unconsciousness
doesn’t harm another.
I’d much rather this responsibility, though,
than bumbling about in the dark
of the prison of my own mind,
wondering who turned out the lights.
Little, simple things,
such a precious gift:
the routine, the calm,
the boring, the repetitive,
how we long for this now
as it all disappears, temporarily.
I’m hoping we all seize this opportunity
to slow down and go within
and remember what’s important to us,
what we neglect in our habit of unconsciousness.
Let this be an acknowledgement
of what is always waiting
for this moment when we pause
I’ve been flexing a mind muscle lately…
Instead of allowing myself to think about things
that annoy me, upset me, frustrate me, worry me or bother me,
I am choosing to think about things
that light me up, inspire me, motivate me, excite me, and delight me.
I’ve been a lot happier lately.
I wonder if exercising my power to choose
has something to do with it.
There’s some part of me
that chronically resists
some aspect of the present moment.
You’d think after all this time
that resistance doesn’t help.
But the part that resists
is an unconscious part
that runs silently in the background,
always prompting me to see
exactly the same way,
to keep it routine
to keep it familiar.
I can’t stop it
because most of the time
I’m completely unaware of it.
The practice is now
maintaining enough awareness
of my awareness
that I can keep some awareness
where it matters most.
As I attempt to embrace new ways of thinking,
being, doing and expressing,
My old self-tries to seduce me back to what is familiar.
My future self is waving wildly, calling me forward.
My current self is just exhausted from life
in 3D reality.
God, grant me patience with myself
as I vacillate between what was
and what can be.
Let me feel loved, safe, seen and heard.
In the end, this is all a dream.
I really shouldn’t take it so seriously.
I fell out of the loop for a moment,
caught in a swirl of perfectionism.
Suddenly I remembered that
it’s not about being perfect,
it’s about showing up authentically
in the perfection of this moment…
and so I came back.
What if it were so much simpler
than I had previously thought?
What if thought has nothing to do with it?
What if I could just breathe, listen
for my deeper guidance,
and do one thing at a time,
with no hysterical interjections
from my anxious mind?
Whatever you focus on you will experience.
It’s that simple.
Focus on joy, you will be joyful.
Focus on anger, you will be angry.
Focus on depression, you will be depressed.
If you find yourself in a place you don’t want to be,
Ask yourself, “How do I want to feel?”
and think about the conditions
that would evoke that feeling.
Our imaginations can be used
to create or destroy,
to heal or to harm,
to inspire or deflate.
It all comes down to your attention,
and your choice.*
*Just to clarify, I’m not saying it’s easy. In fact, training the mind to focus is one of the most challenging feats a human can perform. But it IS simple. If you choose, you can tune into your power and decide how you want show up in the present moment. If enough people decide that they want to show up as peace, we’ll create a peaceful world.