Archive for February, 2012

This is for the one

I found this poem attached to a bracelet I bought for my youngest daughter at Christmas.  The poem caught my attention perhaps even more than the bracelet.  There is no author attributed to it and none that I could find on the Internet, either.

What I love about the poem is its unconditional stance of acceptance.  It honors all of us, those who sit quietly on the side lines all the way to those who go on and live out loud in a big way.  No one is bigger or better than the other.

Here’s the poem:

This is for the one who has
found her way, and the one who is still searching

For the one who counts her blessings, and who is a
blessing to others.

This is for the dreamer, and the dancer, and the music maker.

For the ones brave enough to jump, and the ones still
standing on the edge.

This is for the one who takes the path, and for the one who
creates her own.

For the one who fights,
believes, creates, and inspires.

This is for you.

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O, if anyone is coming for anyone tonight

let it be me

       may I stumble on a star and lie there for all of time

or feather my nest inside the downy edges of the Big Dipper

then grasp the tail of a wandering meteor

orbit a comet carousel around the sun

and sail and sip my way through the Milky Way

I would travel around an enchanted moonlit sky

 linger within the endless night blanketed with stars

dip my pen in the Black Hole

        and write love letters to the night

 but o, I am too soon back to my still warm bed

the covers slightly rumpled

the dreamer still dreaming

 embraced in a cloak of stardust

you must know now

 I belong to the night forevermore

O, if anyone is coming for anyone tonight

let it be me


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Let Go

An artist friend of mine, Amy-Rainflower, shared this quote from Ernest Holmes with me today.  I absolutely love it and it’s been a long time since I quoted Ernest Holmes, so enjoy…!

“She let go.

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of the fear.

She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.

Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do
it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word.

She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.

There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone

– Ernest Holmes.

{post script: after researching this poem, it is more likely attributed to Rev. Safire Rose, a SOM minister, rather than Ernest Holmes}

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Just for today
consider making
your singular intent

Let every word
every thought
every feeling
every deed
flow from

Just for today
dwell in self-Kindness
let yourself dissolve
into it, become one
with it

Then, be fragrant
as a garden

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Rest in peace, Whitney Houston.  This was my favorite song of hers, a song of self love and the importance of fostering this in children.  “Find your strength in love.”  I do and I will continue to.  Thank you for the time you lent us here.  You were among the greatest female singers of our time.

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midsummer-eve2Midsummer Eve~Edward Robert Hughes

The sun is making it’s final appearance for the day.  You walk out to your mailbox to pick up the day’s mail and barely notice the long shadows reaching across the ground you walk on.  You are tired from the day’s events and ready to settle in for the evening.  Nothing today has been particularly unusual or out of the ordinary.  Nothing that would foretell the next moment that held the possibility of changing everything.  Reaching into the mailbox your fingers instantly touch upon an envelope that is hand addressed to you.  The envelope appears weathered as if it’s traveled some distance.  There’s no return address and the postmark is blurred and illegible.  You walk inside and sit down in your favorite chair.  You open the letter, it addresses you with the familiarity of your first name and this is what you read:

“You’re on the cusp of experiencing welcome relief on a subject that’s been bothering you for some time.  This concern that has been troubling you, is being healed behind the scenes in surprising ways, even as you read this.  God wants you to know that you have reason to smile, as the fairies of the Universe are working on a solution that is so creative, so ingenious that you never would have guessed it would come in this manner.” *

You stare wide eyed at the letter.  You breathe a deep breath of relief.  Muscles you didn’t even realize you held so tightly, soften now.  You smile an inner smile that just lights you up from the inside out.  And from this day forward you live at that end point, knowing the solutions are speeding their way to you.  You have no way of knowing what it will look like or when it will come.  You’re content not knowing when or how or even why.  You are happily willing to rest here in this knowing.  Now you know beyond a shadow of a doubt you are heard, you are answered, you are known, you are cherished.

*concept adapted from Doreen Virtue’s oracle cards

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A friend of mine, Holly, beautiful, brilliant Holly, said something today that provided a 180 turnaround on just about every subject known to man.  If it’s the only well being card I ever carry in my heart, this would so be it!

It was very simply a statement of gratitude to the Universe or whatever your beliefs:

“Thank you for making my life interesting.”

My heart just sang out with a solid YES, when I first read that from her.  I so know this to be true.  I so know I came here for the variety, for the diversity of choices.  I so know I came here to experience it all.  I have told many a friend I know that before I dropped on over to planet earth, I stood on the non-physical line of what I wanted in this lifetime.  It wasn’t the line that said good looks and brains.  It wasn’t the line for curly hair and a good sense of humor.  It was the line for – give me what you’ve got; I’ll take it all.  The implication being that I’m going for the pure adventure of a lifetime.  No, not the bungee jumping or climbing Mount Everest kind.  The type that stretches my personal and spiritual development.

When I read Rilke’s “flare up like flame and make big shadows God can move in … let everything happen to you beauty and terror”, this is what I resonated with so completely.

A trip to the lawyer tomorrow which had been a previous source of angst now becomes, I get to go to the lawyer, I get to fight for the rights of someone I dearly love.  Thank you for making my life interesting!  I can take that and apply it to any subject I feel resistance on.  Any subject I feel – oh no, anything but hell no, not that.  Any subject I judge as bad or wrong and flip it on its back to reveal what I’ve always known to be true.

Hell yes, thank you for making my life so interesting!

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You may have heard out here in the Pacific Northwest we got whacked by a snow and ice storm last month, not something we are used to nor prepared for.  Many, many trees went down including that gorgeous one you see above in its finer days.


It’s a Catalpa and it used to stand in our neighborhood.  I admired it for a few years before I got up the courage to knock on my neighbor’s door and ask them if they knew what it was, and they did indeed.  It was as if I’d unlocked a treasure once I knew its name and then I loved it even more, as if a secret intimacy was between us, now that I knew who she was.


And now she’s gone because anybody with a chain saw and enough brain cells to operate said chain saw is just chopping away at trees.  I miss her so much!  I was, in Abraham’s words, really pinching myself off just thinking about her every time I drove by the empty void of her stump left behind.


And then I remembered, I could focus on the millions of trees that did survive.  And in my focusing I know that I’ll find the weeping sequoias that are still standing, the ancient, larger than life, monkey puzzle trees and so much more.  I could focus on one tree being gone or I could focus on millions more still here and so many more to come.


And wait, is this not how life is?  I could focus on the one thing that has my panties in a wad, the one thing that seems so out of reach and so key to my well being OR I could set my spotlight on the multitude of things that make my heart sing.  Knowing that — why would I choose to focus anywhere else?  Well, it’s got my attention and it’s sad and I don’t like it and that Catalpa tree deserves an ode of appreciation to it.  Yes, every day I passed by you my heart sang out to you.


And now you’re gone, but I’m here and so are all of you and so much beauty still abounds in this world.  I could weep every moment for the fullness and bounty of it all.


Home is where my well-being lies and ultimately the heart of me but if I’ve got my sights pointed on the unwanted, I am far from home.


And here’s the part I just can’t resist and mean it from the bottom of my heart:

Oh, Auntie Em, there IS no place like home.


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