Posts Tagged ‘Musings’

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This week a wise teacher reminded me of the old adage: all roads lead
to Rome.

I remember that at one time all roads did lead to Rome.  But why do
we still say this today and what does it mean about life and the living
of it?

I believe it reveals that there are no wrong turns in life.  How could
there be, in a world where everything is in a continual state of unfoldment?

And if all roads lead to Rome and there aren’t any wrong turns then we’re
always on the right path for us in the moment.

We may meander a bit, as most roads do.  And that meandering is really
the stuff of life.  It is also said that life is in the details.  Life and living it,
isn’t just in the straight, unfettered path.  It’s also in the crooked one.  It’s
in all the turns that we once thought were wrong turns.  It’s in all the side
trips and meanderings.  It’s even in the “dead ends” as we come to remember
there are no spiritual dead ends; there’s always and infinitely something more.

May I now remember always there are no wrong turns, as all roads do lead
to my Rome.  No big hurry here, I’ve got all the time in the world.

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Heart Songs


There are many things in life
that will catch your eye,
but only a few will catch your heart …
Pursue those.


What catches your heart today?

What if you did something every day
which catches your heart and makes
your heart sing?

What if you set aside time for just that
every day?

Does it sound like a recipe for inner joy?

It does just that for me. And I’m worth
feeling this inner joy and so are you.

Your heart, it has this enduring
voice that quietly beckons you to it.

Are you listening?

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surrendering{“Surrendering” by Freydoon Rassouli}

“You cannot wake yourself.
You can let yourself be awakened.”

~A Course in Miracles

I like the emphasis here on letting.  Not forcing but allowing.
And then an interesting synonym for “let” is: sit still for.  This
is to suggest that to let something come about requires no
action on our part except perhaps a releasing of individual will
and a resting in stillness.  No forcing, no action.  Just resting.
Stand still and allow, let the Universe support you.

This theme is also found in the The Field Center studies.
Here we find the Four Noble Truths:

1) Anything can happen.
2) You can’t make it happen.
3) You can let it happen.
4) If you let it happen to make it happen, it won’t happen.*

Interesting paradox isn’t it: if you let it happen to make it happen,
it won’t happen.  That is because the letting entailed in making
something happen is just another method of forcing the individual
will, albeit tying it up in a sophisticated bow.

This helps explain how sometimes when we find ourselves “at
the end of our rope”, an answering soon follows.  Why? because
finally personal will has been surrendered.  We have ceased to
bang anything into place, we have even come to the conclusion
that we don’t have all or even any of the answers.  In this state
of surrender and uncertainty, we have lost our grip on forcing
our will and have entered the portal of willingness.  A willing-
ness to finally concede that we don’t have the answers; we can’t
make anything happen and a corresponding receptivity to the
creative force of the Universe.  And miraculously it seems, at the
moment we are literally brought to our knees in surrender, answers
soon follow and manifestations appear just at the 11th hour.

So then it would behoove me to let go of my headstrong reasonings
that I have any of the answers, to let go of any forcing or trying to
make something happen.  To rest in that sweet spot where I don’t
stop caring about what I want.  On the contrary, I care deeply but
I now have the wisdom to know that an entire Universe can work it’s
magic far better than anything little me could possibly bang into place.
May that wisdom deepen in me so that I no longer have to be at the
end of my rope for answers to be let in.


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like the one about the man who
walked down the street
& turned into
a drugstore.

There was some secret in the moment
of that turning—when he has one thing,
became another—
that I return to again & again.

The day she stopped being
grandma and turned into
that madwoman.

The day my sister stopped being
& never came back. Perhaps there
was an instant between her secret sleep

& the moment the fever struck,
from which she could have been plucked.

Do not make that turn, I want to say to the man
who becomes the drugstore; to the woman
who dies insane; to my sister;

to the boy who became an adult
the moment the cell door slammed shut.
I want to freeze-frame each instant of turning,

unfold in slow motion the moment of callous
change. Perhaps the secret’s in the man’s
intention; in the list in his pocket of mundane
nostrums he was sent to fetch home.

Or perhaps I’ve got it wrong,
perhaps there’s a soda fountain where they all sit—
the man, my grandmother, my sister, the boy—

& drink nickel root beer floats, look back
on that fateful turn, & laugh among themselves
at the rest of us, who took it all so seriously.

~Richard Beban~
what have you lost?
Poems Selected by Naomi Shihab Nye

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Leave the beaten track behind occasionally and dive into the woods. Every
time you do, you will be certain to find something you have never seen before.

-Alexander Graham Bell

What an interesting quote on the virtues of an adventuresome spirit.  I was
pondering if Abraham’s definition of contrast, or what feels like unwanted
events, isn’t an invitation to leave the beaten track.  They used to call it ‘data
collecting side trips’.   We sometimes get lost in the midst of one but it never
seems to fail that we always expand as a result and enter fresh, untrodden

So what if I just started seeing all contrast as an invitation to leave the beaten
track?  What if it is calling me to stretch beyond previous limits and knock
down old boundaries?  What if I viewed it with the eyes of an adventurer?
What if I knew from the onset that this data collecting side trip, this slice
of contrast, would launch me in new directions, open new pathways and
new ways of being in this Universe?

I am an adventurer at heart.  I think when Abraham says “life is supposed to
be fun”, I’ve never fully resonated with that.  It didn’t always feel fun.  Tell me
that “life is supposed to be an adventure” and I’m all over that!

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cateatingpaperSeveral years ago one of my beloved cats died.  Her name was Nellie and she lived to be 21 years old.  She had the odd habit of eating paper and perhaps that added to her longevity :).  I’ll never know for certain.  One day I had to send my daughter to school with a note: the cat ate my homework.  No joke.  I’m not sure that the teacher ever believed us though.

Now we have Bob, our little white furred blue eyed one – not so little anymore!  And guess what?  He likes to eat paper, too! I was eye-ing my stack of trays where I keep papers.  I’d already hidden the papers on a lower tray where he couldn’t get to them. The only thing left on the top tray was one of those thick manila folders.  And by gosh, he chewed that too :).  Well it led me to actually take a look in that folder and I opened up a veritable treasure trove of goodies.  I found notes from old Abraham workshops, tons of quotes and a few things friends had written and some that I had written.

I belong to a small Internet group of gal pals.  Our common link was/is an interest in Abraham and metaphysical/consciousness studies.  About 3 years ago a few of my gal pals were having a rough go of it and I found this in that chewed up folder which I wrote to them to give them some comfort.  Perhaps it will bring comfort to anyone who is asking for it today.

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

I don’t have all the answers right this minute, but my Source does

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

I can ask for help anytime I want

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

I’m not in this alone

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

The Universe is on my side and so am I

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

I can be gentle with myself even when I’m in funkytown, even when I don’t feel good

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

I can be gentle with myself especially then

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

I have people who love me, who hold the Light for me, cheer me on and root for me

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

I’ve been near this neighborhood before and I’ve been lost a time or two but I always, always find my way back Home

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I want to linger inside the silence
void of sound and distraction

long enough to see for myself that love’s only obstacle
fear, really is just a paper dragon

I want to let every barrier to love fall away

I want to liberate what sleeps within me

and awake resplendent in all that remains:
your pure and perfect love


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it’s nice to know
that when I’m feeling low
I can come visit my own blog
and laugh and cry and be soothed
find hope and remember

it’s nice to know
I’ve left a well marked trail
it’s lighted, too
and filled with my favorite things

it’s nice to know
others have come here and
felt better for it
they’ve also laughed and cried
found hope and remembered

and now I remember, too
I am not alone
not now, not ever.

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Litany~Billy Collins

You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine.

Jacques Crickillon


You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass,
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is no way you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley,
and the basket of chestnuts on the table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman’s teacup.
But don’t worry, I am not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and -somehow-
the wine.

~Billy Collins~
Nine Horses

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I have often heard it said: take time to smell the roses.  Take time is an
interesting phrase, isn’t it?  As if we could take it, steal it, lose it or the many
other things we associate with “time”.

And actually I digress because what I really want to talk about is not the roses
and not time but ordinary miracles.  I would like to fill my day with more moments
of recognizing ordinary miracles.  Yes they can be smelled yet also touched, seen,
heard, witnessed, enjoyed and reveled in.

I want to celebrate ordinary miracles.  The breath that is breathing me right now, door
knobs and door ways to thresholds to new possibilities to warmed skin, a warmed
home.  Wagging tails, purring bodies of fur and my daughter calling me “Momma”.
Tips of fingers flying across a keyboard, the miracle of touch.  And this avenue through
which I communicate and explore new ways to be in relationship with the world, with
*you*, the reader.  The spoken word, language and its many artful avenues.

Yes, today I want to indulge and frolic in moving consciously through moment upon
moment of countless, eternally expanding ordinary miracles!  This world is literally
overflowing and brimming with them.  Oh, what a joy to really know this to be true!

Love to all, Bethie

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