Make Fear an Inspiration

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Time has a way of defining moments

and in the voice of fear

hear the words for

change and imagination.

In the sight of fear

make the world

a playground for your desires.

In the presence of fear

make it an inspiration

to create a new opportunity

that will mark a path

to a new life.

Don’t be paralyze by the unknown

but allow it to take your hand,

be your pull,

and fly with wings that angels

have provided

so you can soar above

every obstacle ahead.

Fear is false belief

of what you cannot control,

but with God on your side

there is no evidence of madness.

Discovering your strength

comes only in the obstacles of fear…

make it your inspiration

not your isolation.

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You are not Alone

 

alone

There is nothing wrong with admitting
that at times

this is much to bear
and you must fall on your knees

to let it out,

in a sigh or a cry

because being alone is part of our existence.

All the materialism,

collection of people,

obsessions and addictions

cannot replace

or mend

that space you have

opened to Spirit –

the awed-nature awareness

that says, “Hello, look at me,”

when you feel deserted or forsaken.

Allow it. Surrender.

You are not alone.

This journey is existential in nature

and its path is lighted by sacredness.
Sometimes the ache is profound and it comes
deep from Greatness
while you say,
“Let it go. Make it go away.”

Beg, plead and negotiate.
It does no justice to that space,

to the ache from the beyond.
The heart knows nothing of negotiations;
it is driven by a vast and endless force.

Tell me what drives this alienation to such intensity.
Let me hold you and help you in your need.
You don’t need to be alone–
you are not alone.

I may be able to hold your hand,

make you smile,

and when I leave

the emptiness will visit again

until you don’t feel its desperate claws.

You will sit with it and love it

as you reach the beauty in yourself.

I cannot fix this.  You don’t need anyone

to try and mend the process of your rhythm.

This ache and withdrawal goes unnoticed by others
but it is there peeking,

poking, projecting and protruding
until it surfaces again and again.

Don’t question your faith.

Forgive yourself for anything and everything.

Question You and what You need to learn from it.

Then again,
don’t question a thing.
Let it subside on its own.
Be aware of any pain,

control, the illusion of separation

and dive into the wisdom it creates.
Be thankful for it
because it means
that you are alive.

It means you are never alone.

It means….you are filled with creation!

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Today

holding love

Today
I woke to loving me.
I found me aching to unknown feelings.
My chest felt tight.
I had a difficult time breathing.
And my inner voice whispered kindly,
“It’s time. Love yourself for once.
This is not about anyone else.”

I relaxed. I let go. I released.
In the process I felt the light
beaming from the heavens
activating the cells in my body
to care and love and give to me.

We are here for love.
Yes..to love others.
Yes…to learn from the world.
But…mostly to return to Source
through our own acceptance and awareness

that we are the love we are constantly chasing in others.

Today…
I love me.
Tomorrow…
I will continue this love
for as long as my soul has existence.

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Show me your humanity

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It’s raining today. I always marvel at the way the rain makes everything look. Things are brighter in color. I think of our own colors and how bright they get when we enhance with the flow of love. I am a mother. That seems to be my calling. I have 7 children and I often think this isn’t the end of that bunch. Each one is a different color. Each one is from a different ancestry tree. And each one is powerful in light and love. Under the rain water we probably look brighter and magnificent. I don’t recall observing it the many times we got caught in the rain together. Life happens and I can’t return to those moments I should have cherished when they were younger.

When someone mentions that I am a “really white Puerto Rican” I pause. What does that mean? When did we put colors on race to determine origin? I don’t understand the way folks look at Matt and me and then look at our little girl who is bi-racial and question the authenticity of parenthood. But something I have gathered in my many years on this planet is that society is bounded and restrained by fear of differences. If we don’t fit in a box we are scrutinized. We are getting better, I must say! We are evolving and challenging and questioning everything we have been told. Bravo! There is still a major shift to undergo. Some folks hide their fears behind religion. Others behind politics. And then there are those who have been fractured beyond love in childhood and truly take it out on others. I hate to say it and make excuses but they just don’t know better because they didn’t have better. That simple.

Today, in the rain or in the sunshine…notice your brightness, your uniqueness and love everything you see. Hold those who you fear in light. You might just learn true love and compassion by showing your kindness in moments that feel uncomfortable.

In closing, yesterday I had to run to Goodwill with another car load of house stuff. There was a man with a sign on the corner that read: “Had a heart attack. I need help. Please show me your humanity.” I was deeply moved. “Please show me your humanity.” I got off and hugged him. I got him something to eat. Then I heard the silence in the thank you, the touch, and the humanity in both of us. We shared something beyond words in a few minutes of connection. It happens just like that. I needed him yesterday. I was having a really, really, crappy day. The color of his skin, his origin, his labels didn’t mean a single thing. He was there, ironically helping me get over my own self-pity and crap. He didn’t care about my issues or who I was. He just needed one person to show him that he mattered. Let’s show others our humanity. Let’s do something that is completely out of character and feel good because we shine and brighten like the rain.

Love to all! Have a blessed day!!!!

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Their own path

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Prayer

prayer

I pray, not for an answer,

but to have my thoughts,

my voice, my soul,

heard

throughout this Divine space.

I pray, not for worship,

but for the confirmation

of what my spirit

already knows.

I pray, not to negotiate,

but to release anticipation

of what I’ve attracted

into manifestation.

I pray, not because I doubt,

but because it is a certainty

that I am part of Divinity.

I pray, not for miracles,

but with the understanding

that I hold the wonders

of everything I ask…

the universal truth

for being a child of Spirit.

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Sloppy Spirituality

 

For whatever reason we place everything before our faith and spiritual practice: career, children, spouses, house work, drama, and all the busyness that comes with our humanness.  Spirituality seems to come as a last alternative, full of shameful guilt for not doing more, we touch it with half of our soul’s yearning.  Meditation and prayer come in moments of desperation.  It becomes an assignment of negotiation with God.  The truth is we are spiritual beings having a human experience.

Spirituality is not perfect.  It isn’t stuck in a box of rituals for each person to follow.  Spirituality is sloppy and chaotic at times.  Our spirits desire the awakening experience.  The Divine is in us waiting to be touched and held.   My mornings require ritual: lighting candles, incense, saying my prayers to enter the world, and sitting in silence with a cup of coffee or tea.  I need these moments of deep awareness as I open my curtains and allow the outside to join my space.  I need to show my spirit gratitude for another breath.  This is not a perfect ritual of contemplation but it is mine to uncover and welcome Divinity into my day.

Spiritualism accepts the imperfections, the messy lives, the brokenness, the unsaid truths, and everything under the spectrum that we think is not acceptable in organized religion.  Why do we hide behind the façade of impeccable accomplishments?  It seems that faith is based on what we can see and control rather than the acceptance of the unknown.  We practice spiritual perception with fear of what we don’t know and can happen.  What would happen if we allow synchronicity to dictate our days?  If we moved with serendipity rather than against it?  If we no longer feared the future?  What would happen to us then if we allowed something greater than ourselves to move through us as the Commander in Chief of our lives?

At the end of your life you will not regret the lack of another degree, not having bought the little red sports car, not getting that expensive house, not having enough money in the bank.  You will regret not having spent more time in nature, holding a friend’s hand in need, missing your child’s recital, not taking walks with your love, not speaking your truth.  You might feel ashamed for the time not spent with Divinity, kisses from your children, hugs from your parents, and sweet words from a lover.  You will wonder why you didn’t sit and relaxed more, breathed the earth deeply, and allowed each moment to count just as it is meant to touch you.  The things most important in life have nothing to do with money, winning, status or work.  They have to do with love, sharing and other moments invaluable to your spirit. The first and only person you need to answer to is yourself.  The second is your faith.  Give each moment the degree of importance it needs to be cherished and enjoyed.  Be present in your conversations, visits, and life.  Don’t waste worrying about the things or the to-do list.  Don’t be overwhelmed with anxiety for what could not happen and participate in the moment you have available right now.  This is part of sloppy spirituality:  the deep awareness of each breath, touch, and leaving everything behind.  It is about reprogramming your senses, needs, and releasing the control of what we have been conditioned to be religious beliefs.

I rather live a messy spiritual life than one of conformities, living inside of a make believe fantasy and never witnessing the miracle of God.  I rather behold the eyes of someone speaking with me and truly seeing their soul unfold.  That’s the most beautiful form of spiritual wisdom.  I can’t think of anything more whole to experience the oneness of our existence.

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