Tag Archives: friendship

Ready For More

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When we let go of the idea
that there is something wrong with us,
the stories of fear, deficiency, and loss
can be undone.
We don’t have to do anything
for healing to happen;
as we let go
and surrender our bodies to the Earth,
the healing takes us
and we are lifted in its embrace.
The moments of great letting go
flow into moments of great grace,
and a remembering takes place.
A friend gently reminded me
that my thoughts were creating
my reality,
and my words were amplifying
my experience.
And I saw
I wasn’t telling a happy story.
I felt justified
in telling my victim story,
but also,
I was just plain miserable.
So I decided to rewrite my story.
What will be possible
inside the telling of my dream
for joy, health, safety, and peace
for all beings?
What gardens will grow
and winds will blow
and friends will show
up smiling at my door
happy for friendship
honored to love
and ready for more?

Because of You

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I made it through the long dark night
because of you.
You who read my words
and answered my questions,
who tested my assertions
and suggested space
for different conclusions.
I’m still here
because of your presence,
a great gift of light
revealing the truth
that had been obscured
during the long dark night.
Never question your gifts;
never doubt your talents.
You rose to the occasion,
provided a pause of sanity
when my mind was clouded
with every possible lie,
you gave my light room
to breathe and expand,
and I could believe in myself again.
I made it through the long dark night
because of you.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank You.

I Don’t Have To Be Alone

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In the depths of sadness
and  caught
in a trance of unworthiness,
I somehow managed to reach out
to a friend who reached out to another friend
who then invited me to dinner…
and she gave me the name of a sitter.
Miraculously the sitter was available.
I had a burst of energy then,
and cleaned parts of the house
that had received no attention
for several months.
It felt good to freshen up the place.
And it felt good to escape
the depths of despair,
to take some fresh air in my lungs,
go out, and remember
I don’t have to be alone.

My Masterpiece Day

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It was a masterpiece day…
A friend encouraged me to go to yoga,
and the teacher was so compassionate
my heart melted in her presence.
Then I nourished my body with a good lunch
and my mind with good conversation…
My friend and I strolled through the woods
right on the cusp of autumn;
already leaves are changing colors
and dropping to the ground.
We waded in a cool stream
and for a moment
I was completely free of
any worry, fear or doubt.
And I remembered,
THIS. This is who I really am.
Yes, it was a masterpiece day,
and I am grateful!

Garden in the Concrete

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Sometimes little tendrils of hope spring up
like dandelions in the concrete
and life surprises me by being sweet
and real and honest.
I think in truth
there is so much goodness
in this crazy spinning world
but my thoughts kick me out of Heaven.
I have to wake myself up
out of my own trance.
I have to do this over and over
and over again.
Today I woke up a few times.
I woke up enough
to deepen a friendship
and sense the basic goodness
underlying the constant play
of physical phenomena
and all of the illusions
projected by my own skewed vision.
Today some little tendrils of hope
wound their way around my heart, my mind,
and now I see a little garden in the concrete.

Summer Day

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A day of surprises…
a wrong turn yielded
a chance encounter with new friends
who were dancing in the park
on this fine summer day…
a walk down to the river
hot sand and cool stones
laughing and splashing
a sunburn to show for it.
Our new friends offered
food and kindness;
we accepted.
More laughter and hugs good-bye.
As we drove back home
I mused about
what true wealth really is.

Parenting is Hard

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My five year old daughter
got off the school bus today
clearly upset
because her friend
wanted to sit with someone else.
She said, I feel sad, nervous, lonely and angry.
I thought she didn’t love me anymore.
My heart broke for her,
and I told her I had been there before,
and yes it is very painful
to want to sit with someone
who doesn’t want to sit with you.
But I also struggled with
finding a good way
to turn the situation around,
putting her in the seat with a fun new friend
and having her other friend angry
because my daughter didn’t want to sit with her.
My daughter said,
I would never do that,
because she is my best friend and I love her.
My heart broke again for such innocence,
for the elegant simplicity of it.
How many versions of this story
is played out in the “adult” world every day?
Grown up children getting mad
because so and so doesn’t do this and that?
I remembered that
I cannot save my children from pain,
I cannot help them escape suffering.
Pain can be a great teacher.
Suffering can reveal to us
a path of awakening.
If my daughter can understand this
then she won’t have to grow up
getting mad at people
for not giving her every single thing
that she wants.
Please let me hold her heart with tenderness
and validate her feelings.
Please help me to teach her empathy.
Gosh, parenting is hard.