I have this power to choose and I choose freedom. I choose to see how inextricably connected I am with All That Is and to communicate deeply with consciousness as it presents itself in the present moment. I choose to surrender into being to dissolve the illusion of confinement within me so that I can truly experience the ultimate freedom. I let go of my definition of this moment. What arrives is truth, reality, the freedom to be exactly who I am, accepting my humanity, in love with life the way it is…
If I can just get quiet and still and go within and listen I can hear the heartbeat of the Universe. I can feel the deep peace that is my true nature. I can sense the oneness of being that is the truth of existence. Yeah, I should probably just get quiet and still and go within and listen more often.
Jaded, yet plugging along at this thing called daily life. I want so much to be understood by someone who doesn’t charge me an hourly rate. I’m tired of being tired, tired of being grumpy, tired of being overextended. Every day I write what I’m grateful for, I remember how blessed I am, I give thanks. And, I’m waiting for more. I’m waiting for ease, for connection, for direction. Maybe I shouldn’t wait, but who has the energy to leap up, go out, and manifest a whole new life? I’ll just breathe and see if I can reclaim my sanity.
Looking out through these eyes I sometimes forget that what others see is no less valid than what appears true to me. When I get still and look within I envision a universe where all truths can coexist respectfully leaving space for what is true for you and what is true for me.
I was sifting through mountains of papers looking for something. One of the mountains shifted, sending an avalanche to the floor. And then in the next second, another avalanche. And I said, Okay, me too. So I fell to the floor, lay down on my back, stared up at the track lighting on my ceiling. Here we all are, on the floor. Now what? I felt my body was tired. I didn’t want to search anymore. I knew that whatever it was, either it would turn up, or I would replace it. So I went upstairs, and I got in bed, and had dreams about mountains and avalanches.
Don’t wait until the end of the day to say the good things in your heart. By the end of the day your tired body and mind will speak louder, and what comes out then will not be nearly as helpful as the sweet nectar flowing from your gloriously loving heart.
It’s a simple way, a simple truth, a simple life— to simply open your heart to all that is. The trouble is, you don’t need a product or an expert to show you how to use it, and so this way isn’t advertised, and so most of us don’t know about it. But I promise you, I will spend my whole life living this open-hearted way as much as I can. And maybe my open heart could help other hearts to open along this path I walk. To know that I coaxed just one heart open by living my simple life… now that’s success!