I went to pray in the green cathedral of the forest today. I breathed, and my heart was open. I sat, surrounded by the symphony of life, birdsong, wind, rock, moss, ferns, earth, water, trees… I felt so blessed to soak in this beauty, this perfection of life, of being. I asked for the truth to be revealed to me. This is what I heard:
You are the one and only instrument of creation. You are consciousness, and I love you. I love all the ways you express yourself, the myriad forms you assume to create the tapestry of existence! I celebrate you today, exactly as you are, pure consciousness, light of being.
Every day is another universe to explore. If it seems routine or boring, look harder. Breathe. Feel. Taste. The weather is always changing. The light will never be the same. The sounds arising, each and every one, are more miracles of universes being created and coming to pass. This human life is the tiniest blip on the grand scale of the universe, where entire galaxies are born and die and eons flash by in a single day. Don’t take yourself too seriously. This will all be gone, and soon. How you live this day is the only thing that matters.
I hope you’re faring well now that we have slowed down a little and allowed you a chance to recoup your strength a bit. It must be hard with so many of us human children running all over you pretty constantly with no thought to how your plant children and animal children and mineral children are affected by us screaming human toddlers over here. I’m going to bet this is your favorite Name day in years, now that the dolphins have returned and the turtles have returned and the air is cleaner and countless other places on your beautiful body have had a chance to rest and heal. Mother, thank you. Thank you for your support all these years. Thank you for this life, this breath, this nourishment, all of these opportunities to move and be and express the fullness of who we are. Mother, I pray that when this strange time your human children are going through right now is over, we’ll remember what really matters, and take you into account when we make our decisions. But I know that you love us no matter what, and you’ll do what you have to do to teach us what we need to learn, as all good mothers do.
Today’s prompt over at NaPoWriMo invites us to write a poem about life’s simple pleasures. There are many. How could I choose just one? Or even a hundred? It’s almost midnight so I’ll contain myself and mention a few of my simple pleasures.
The sound of bubbles colliding with the sides of my glass as I sip my sparkling water Stepping outside and feeling fresh, cool wind on my face The sun piercing through the clouds after days of rain The scent of a fresh pot of green tea Feeling my fingertips growing calloused from playing guitar The sound of my children’s laughter The taste of a really crisp apple Sitting on my cushion in the morning and looking inwards Watching blossoms fluttering from the trees like snowflakes Lying down to sleep after an exhausting day Taking a nap in the middle of the day Watching ink spill out of my pen and onto the page The feel of yarn slipping through my fingers as I knit another row The sound of my sewing machine. The smell of steam rising off fabric while I’m ironing Hitting several green lights in a row Stepping into the hot shower when I feel cold Love welling up as I tuck my kids in at night. Walking Breathing Smiling Just. Being. Alive.
Uggggg. Rough day. And today’s prompt over at NaPoWriMo invites us to write a poem complimenting something. This is probably going to be a good exercise for me, given that I’ve had a tough time today and I’m feeling quite negative. Hmmm. Should I try praising the thing I really am not liking these days, which is attempting to homeschool my kids with materials from their public school system when all the kids really want to do is watch TV?
🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪 Ah, remote learning, how AMAZING you are! I love being in the comfort of my home with my kids. I love that my kids get to go to the bathroom and have snacks when they want. I love that they can take breaks when they want. I love that I don’t have to rush them out of bed in the morning. And even though I’m pretty terrible at this, I’m learning too. Even though I don’t like coaxing, cajoling and bribing my kids to do each little piece of work, they are learning too. So although I’m really excited for this time to be over, I know that there is enough good here that I’ll miss parts of this experience when it’s gone. Thank you, remote learning, for being a great teacher.
Today I turn 43; This body has made 43 trips around the sun, and it seems significant that I find myself alone to send up rockets of appreciation from my square foot of earth to celebrate the occasion of my birth. I like myself. I like the company I keep in the quiet moments when there is no one else to break the silence, when I have the space to listen to the deep music of what continues without human effort, what remains, what hums when we finally slow down and accept that enough is enough.
It’s up to me. I choose how I go through this. I choose my response. The old habit may be to panic, catastrophize and focus on what could go wrong, but this habit isn’t helpful. It isn’t life-affirming, or empowering. It doesn’t enable me to offer my gifts to the world. Why not breathe? Why not practice gratitude for what could be an incredible opportunity for awakening, for transformation? Why not envision a realm of infinite possibility? Let’s collectively create a brand new habit called: awakening to our blessings, envisioning possiblity, offering our gifts in service to the greatest good!
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 and finally see.
Worrying doesn’t help, so don’t do it. A break from the routine is a chance to appreciate the minute daily occurrences that we take for granted. That which appeared insignificant in an unconscious repetition suddenly becomes profoundly meaningful. The mundane becomes sacred in the light of such deep appreciation. We find we yearn for what we had, so many little acts of connection and familiar places we can no longer access because of unforeseen changes and uncertain futures. When we aren’t involved in an unconscious routine the space of uncertainty lets loose a discomfort for the one who needs the calm familiar, the safe, the known. My friends, be not afraid. This is an awakening. How you experience this is entirely up to you. Take a deep breath with me, now, and breathe again. Now is the time to cultivate appreciation. The molecules of gratitude for everything you love coursing through your being bring tidings of light and health to every cell of your body. Drink in what you love, now through smiling deep breaths of YES YES YES to life, YES! Do not let fear pickle your cells in darkness and despair. Let me feel your shining smile through the ethers our friendship now inhabits. Stand in your one little spot of earth and declare that you are an anchor for peace, for gratitude, for love. My friends, be not afraid. This is a sacred time. Let the visions that were trampled under the daily stampede of traffic now float up in a whisper an inch behind your eyelids. Listen to this whisper. It promises the joy you have yearned for in the deepest center of your soul. Now is the time to create, to express; in the space of the unknown you have so much room to choose how this goes. Sweethearts, this…is…a…VACATION! Celebrate! Love! Sing! Dance! Enjoy the beloveds you have the privilege to share space with! Show us your art! Sing us your songs! Let us hear your laugh! Let us see your funny faces! Share with us a video of something beautifully boring! Let us send little resonances along the web that connects us to tickle and delight and uplift what the outer world cannot touch.
I love you, forever and always. I promise to take care of you and never, ever leave you. I promise to support you any way I can. I promise to celebrate you and all your successes. I am so proud of who you’ve become! I love spending time with you! You are such an amazing person; I’m so inspired by you, your openness, vulnerability, willingness to dig deep and allow your authentic self to speak. Let me know how I can love you better. I am here totally and completely for you.