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I keep an ever changing pile of metaphysical books by my bedside, books rotate in and out over time.  Occasionally I pick one up in the morning, especially when I am looking for a little spiritual “pick me up”.

This morning I had this idea about a situation and the injustice of it all.  I wanted to find another way to be around it.  So I reach for this particular book, randomly open to a page because I am sure the very thing I need to read can be found that way (and so often that is true).  I read the passages below and immediately knew that my feeling a sense of injustice is actually code for “what is not worthy of my love”.  It’s just that simple.  And right then and there, I softened.

 

“Now what is not worthy of love?  If you ask yourself this, “What is not worthy of love?” you will discover very quickly the things that you put outside of God.  And what you put outside of God you give great power to …

And those things that you claim outside of God are, in many ways, your master. Because as you adhere to the belief that they cannot be in union with the divine, that they cannot be accepted in the divine, in love and in the vibration of love, you keep yourself from it as well.”

Affirm:

“On this day I choose to realign my vibration to the highest expression of love that I may hold.  And I give myself permission to release any and all judgment of what cannot be loved, who cannot be loved, and I allow myself to accept my former choices as born in what I believed.  And I relinquish the beliefs that held me in abeyance so I may rise to a new understanding of love, and express as love in truth and knowing.  As I say this, I know it is true.  I am claiming my power back from any expressions of value that are not in alignment to love, and I give myself permission to reclaim myself as the expression of God in love that I am intended to be.  I am Word through this intention.  Word I am Word.”

~ Paul Selig, “The Book of Knowing and Worth: A Channeled Text”

 

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Outdoor table set for breakfastWhen being a mother is like a prayer…  

That first 1 a.m. morning I awoke to my infant son’s cries, stupid sleepy but grinning from ear to ear.  Yes, this was motherhood.  

Fast forward so many years, now to breakfast this morning.  Cold water washing greens, fingers touch the cool handle of a knife to slice the plumpness of a strawberry in half.   Now whisking the eggs … I am held suspended inside this prayer right now, and my undivided attention to it is what makes this tender space between this and that, so sacred.

There are not enough words to describe the sacredness of breakfast, first nourishment of the day and especially the ones we make for our children.

Eggs spill out into an already warmed pan.  Grasping the handle while I add the spinach and the cheese.  Aroma enters this sacred temple, too.

For another day I have been loaned life and life with my children.  I fully take in the holiness of this moment.

I prepare a place at the table for us.  I want to cradle them with this food, and tell them this love will never end. 

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What about love?

Deeply, passionately enamored with something, anything

Love will find you in the innocence of night and re-kindle that spark

The very scent of desire wafts about your nose and beckons you to come hither

Now from behind you, you hear the slow steady insistent beat of a rhythm

You’ve heard this rhythm before, it’s the one that calls you out towards being something more

You breathe in sync to the rhythm with this river of breath and it pulls you in so slowly, so seductively

You can no longer contain it, deny or delay it.

This is what you came here for, to ride the wings of desire, to gallop across a sky and paint it with the rainbows of your heart’s desire

Now when you lose touch with this passion, remember this place,
be ever faithful to your heart’s calling.

It is as vast as infinity and as wide as your love for it.

After the storm, a rainbow comes – someone has painted their glory across the sky.

They say don’t die with your music still in you.

I say don’t die with your heart’s desires still in you.

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peaceful

what will you do…?

when the worry is gone
when the self condemnation is gone
when fear is not your bedfellow

what will you do with that new wide open space

lay down in it
breathe deeply
close your eyes
you are home

©heartsdeesire

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Altarimages

“In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism.

There is no such thing as not worshipping.

Everybody worships

The only choice we get is what to worship.”  ~David Foster Wallace

I was so struck by reading those words.  What a unique take on the concept of worshipping.  Another way of understanding that, is everybody has faith and trust, it’s just a matter of where you place that faith and trust.  You can have faith that nothing works out, you can trust that no one is trustworthy!  The spectrum is broad and endless on what we choose to worship, where our faith and trust chooses to land.

I have an old tape that plays in my head, it comes in various flavors, but it’s basic posture is not good enough in one way or another.  When that tape is playing, I am a worshipper at the altar of not good enough.  When I look at it that way, I can hear the alarm bells sounding their wake up call to live consciously.

Take this precious gift, these senses, this body, this vehicle to worship at the altar of how much I love this life. How much I adore the sounds of my youngest daughter playing her guitar and singing in the next room.  The sleeping, snoring content sound of my dog at my feet.  The open window to my left and the sounds of our swollen back yard stream.  The occasional birdsong dotting the air.

My heart sings to the tune … “my work is loving the world.” (Mary Oliver)

Writing this to all of you now, a tad jet lagged.  I read an entire book on the plane ride last night, start to finish: Janet Evanovich’s Wicked Business, which was wicked good!  So, of all places, I will quote her on faith:

“Love is a leap of faith.”

Leaps of faith are not the ones that stem from habit or conditioned mind.  They’re as new and fresh as this day is, a true “present”.  This new day I am invited to sit at the altar of loving this world and myself in it.  How about you?  What do you choose to worship today?

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Angel Messages

 

 

You know ever since I moved here to Washington I wanted to find someone who did Pilates.  After I injured my back doing yoga, while training to be a yoga teacher, I took up Pilates.  And I was religious about it and in really good shape back then living in Texas.

I couldn’t find Pilates in my hometown out here.  Over time, I gradually gave up exercise period.  I’m at the grocery store yesterday and now they have these advertisements on the carts and there’s one for Pilates.  I call the number and she’s right here in my little itty bitty town.  She has all the equipment (I hate mat only Pilates) and does it out of her home for a third less of what I used to pay, and wait there’s more — she only does private sessions (I don’t like group Pilates either).  Who knew?

So today I pull an angel card and it’s a message to get back into exercise.  What kind of an angel says this??  The Pilates angel?  Too funny and yet so affirming.

We are heard, held, nourished always.  Whatever is right for us in the moment, it’s always there and available.

I have a home made well being card that reads: maybe love is waiting at the end of every road.  Never mind at the end of every road – love is here right now (Pilates angels, too).  And, I would add, there’s no maybes about it.

“There are two ways to live your life, one is as though nothing is a miracle, the other is as though everything is a miracle.”   ~Albert Einstein

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Easter Exultet

Shake out your qualms.
Shake up your dreams.
Deepen your roots.
Extend your branches.
Trust deep water
and head for the open,
even if your vision
shipwrecks you.
Quit your addiction
to sneer and complain.
Open a lookout.
Dance on a brink.
Run with your wildfire.
You are closer to glory
leaping an abyss
than upholstering a rut.
Not dawdling.
Not doubting.
Intrepid all the way
Walk toward clarity.
At every crossroad
Be prepared
to bump into wonder.
Only love prevails.
En route to disaster
insist on canticles.
Lift your ineffable
out of the mundane.
Nothing perishes;
nothing survives;
everything transforms!
Honeymoon with Big Joy!

~ James Broughton ~

(Sermons of the Big Joy)

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