She has been there, and she has gotten through it. She has felt deep pain, and she transcended it. It’s amazing to feel love for someone I don’t know, and who may never know I exist, but I love this woman, Iyanla Vanzant. She took her experiences and turned them into teaching opportunities, sharing what she has learned with the world who yearns for authentic teachers. That’s true love and true generosity, and I am truly grateful. Thank you Iyanla!
I was giving from an expectation of return, bemoaning what felt like an unending inequality. Until I gave from the joy of giving, I never quite knew what it was to be truly free.
It occurred to me finally that it wasn’t about some universal balance sheet where someone is keeping notes and the end result is a zero sum game… No, it’s about becoming the Universe that knows nothing but giving of itself as life begets life and love expands love and joy after joy opens into quiet peace, knowing that in this self-organizing Universe the totality of being expresses as wholeness, perfection, and the most valuable thing you can do for me is to receive my giving, generously.
A fellow meditator and blogger, upon reading of my financial situation, planted a seed of kindness (right into my PayPal account) and renewed my faith in humanity. A recovery friend, upon hearing that my AC had gone up, called upon another friend who planted a seed of kindness (checking my breaker box, checking my AC unit, attempted to diagnose the issue) and further renewed my faith in humanity. A girlfriend, upon hearing of the trauma uncovered in therapy since the winter, planted a seed of kindness, (threw her arms around me, held me for a moment) and renewed my faith in humanity further still. My aunt sent me a package in the mail— a mother’s day card (with a little cash!) a recipe, and a bible… It seems she wants to renew my faith in humanity too. Did I need to create this terrifying experience of losing my marriage and now losing my home because I had lost my faith? Are all of these situations simply a chance to renew my faith in humanity? All I know is breathing and being is what I want. With my faith renwed, I see it’s possible to relax into this moment and open to the love that’s already there.
This is what Life keeps telling me. Don’t be so stingy. Don’t hold on to so much. You have so much already. Why would you want to have more?
You arrived with nothing and you’ll leave with nothing. Lighten your earthly burden.
You need to give more.
So many choices in each moment.
What to create?
Is it time to rest?
To sew? I choose to sing.
I record my voice and listen.
I like the way it sounds,
so I keep going.
I’m learning something
about creativity and pleasure, trusting myself in the process.
Today’s prompt: take an image from the tarot deck and build your poem from there. I love trying something new. And I’ve loved the tarot since I was in middle school. Win-Win!
She nourishes the land and sea
with her naked essence;
her vulnerability renders her
She is so focused on her task
of sharing the life giving waters
She doesn’t hear the little bird
chirping in her ear.
If she could,
this is what it would be saying: Slow down, dear, take your time. Give of yourself, yes, but let it pour forth slowly. There is no hurry and this world may not be ready for a flood. You don’t have to try so hard; you are already good.
And what if
I started to believe in myself
and in what I have to give
to the world?
What if I became adamant about
sharing what I have
because I know it will help
countless people to laugh
and to be free?
What if I went ahead and shared?