Don’t worry about getting it right because you can’t get it wrong… Just make it through this. You don’t have to try to be good, because you can’t be bad, you are a human being… Just make it through this. Throw out all goals except this one: To breathe slowly and deeply as many times as I can remember, through all the days of my life. The outcome is assured. Relax. Breathe. You’ll make it through this.
Just breathe. Just relax. Look around you. This moment. Don’t try to figure it all out. The moment is always changing, and the understanding you have now is different from the one you will have tomorrow. It is enough to just be who you are. It is enough to just breathe. This moment. Look around you. Just relax. Just breathe.
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!
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’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.
When the tethers of the predefined rendition of everyday, 3-D existence are momentarily loosened and my vision is freed, I can see that the ordinary everyday consciousness that we have leaves out more than it takes in.* And my prayer is: Reveal to me the truth that I may embody for the highest good of all beings. And I remember breathing is enough. So I breathe and my consciousness returns to the place I love to be, the reason I practice… the vast universe within.
I’ve come to discover that my art liberates me from stories about having to be perfect, or better educated, stories about having to be accepted and fear of ridicule and rejection. Upon contemplation I discovered I don’t need anyone to like my art; the point is to create, to allow what wants to emerge in me to be expressed with as much openness and grace as possible. It takes courage to push through creative blocks, but each time I do I get stronger. I’m excited to keep engaging the process of creativity with no goal or agenda— just the act of creativity is what my heart wants.
When the light fades and we are plunged in darkness, we look to the strong ones who remember the light, who can encourage us to remember too. When your dark time comes, may you find such a strong one to lift you up and remind you of the truth. And maybe, just maybe, that strong one is YOU.
This evening at dusk I hiked down to the reservoir, admired the beauty of the water, the sky, the play of light on everything, the way the breeze was ruffling my hair… I put in my ear buds, played a medicine song* on my phone and sang along. I stepped barefoot onto some rock slabs that sloped into the water, stretched my arms to the sky. Then I began to dance. I felt so wonderful and free. Then I noticed across the way, on the other side of the water, maybe fifty yards away someone was sitting there on an outcropping of rock with a dog, watching me. A young man, he was too far away for me to tell how old…maybe a teenager? And guess what? I KEPT DANCING. I thought to myself, Well, he gets to be entertained, then. And I kept dancing, and doing yoga, because it felt good. I just kept singing and dancing, and he just kept watching me from across the water, with his dog. I danced unselfconsciously. I danced for the wind and the water and for my heart that was yearning open in the setting sun. I danced for the woman who grieved for two years the loss of her husband’s love and who is now free to love herself better than any man ever has. Then the breeze picked up as twilight descended. I collected my things, slipped my shoes back on, ready to hike back up to my car. I turned around to see the young man across the water beginning his climb up the rocks with his dog. I put my hands together at my heart and bowed to him. I silently wished that he would find his heart’s true joy. I’ll never know who my audience of one was… I’m just glad that I kept dancing. ✨ ✨ ✨ *I listened to “Healing Angels,” “Amataye,” and “Ayahuasca Takimuki” from the Sacred Valley Tribe collection of medicine songs.
Flowers open in one great pink cloud hovering in the cherry tree. Streams flow from the thaw. Fresh green life emerges from the tips of saplings. Dappled sunlight everywhere; nature’s song echoing in and around every living being. Spring is here. How do YOU sing it?