Our World

We have the inexplicable habit of seeing the world as broken when we are down feeling broken as well. We justify the negativity as part of our community – the pity-party group. In darkness all you see is dark unless you allow the spirit to find a switch to turn on the light. It only takes an instance to do this. This is what I’ve realized: we are never broken anymore than we are fixed. It is a shift in our egos that allows us to choose which side we serve. In being broken we minister to the dark side of our soul. In accepting our imperfections as perfections we support the light of spirit. Which do you choose to serve? Which side will you be: the victim or the survivor?

The world is in turmoil. What do we do? How do we help without losing ourselves in the process? How can we help healing over there, here, and everywhere when we, ourselves, can’t find peace in our own decisions? I think it starts with the awareness and shifting consciousness every minute we find sadness engulfing us. I believe we find peace by being the peace that the world needs. Fighting fire with fire creates more fire. I don’t ask that you do nothing. When you hear the news from other countries there is something you can do: pray for light. Pray for God to intervene. But, also send love to every horrible actor and situation. Each event is a body in itself. We are moved through waves of connection through the matter of existence. DO YOUR part in staying in the presence of love and light. Hatred doesn’t raise awareness. It creates more of those things we fear. Do not feed the fears….

On the same token while you go through your own life, stop counting your cracks, the imperfections, the shattered insecurities and begin to see what each scar has brought to you in strength. There…in there…lies a loving spirit dedicated to live in harmony. You are whole…not a hole of pity. Don’t let the sunshine frighten you more than the big black shadows. Stop being afraid to live! Each breath is a gift. You are here right now. Don’t take it lightly! God bless…. ~m.a.p.


March Update

Several people, including close friends, have commented on a bizarre feeling that’s been inhabiting them for weeks. It’s been intensified during March. The comments are all similar in nature: “I feel anxious for no reason. I am restless. I feel stuck. I feel uncertain. My body hurts. I’m numb. I am out of sorts….” I have heard the same message over and over for some time. I get asked how and why this is happening? The short version of my answer is “I don’t know.” The long version is that there is some form of cosmic activation happening in a conscious and metaphysical plane. The energy is swirling and I wish I wasn’t so sensitive to it. I feel it at night when I am coming out of my skin. Our toddler hasn’t been sleeping well for weeks. I get a sense that her little body isn’t aware of what’s happening since she’s truly wide open. We are all wide open, except some of us get hit with stomach issues, headaches, lethargic motions, sadness, insomnia, blah-ness and other ailments that seem to feel like doom. Just like you, I am surfing the waves when they arrive. Other times I am returning to breath and the moment. I keep reminding myself that I get to decide how I feel.

My darlings, you aren’t alone in your struggle. This is an odd and incredible exciting time. Things are moving in a faster pace and it seems we can’t get all that we are used to doing in a 24 hour time lot. It’s okay. Cut yourself some slack. There is such anger and hatred and complete inhumane energy moving through these accelerated times. There is anger everywhere and the cords of discomfort are being felt throughout the waves of consciousness. DO NOT think for one second that your thoughts aren’t attached to mine and the world. Do not believe for one moment that your emotions are not attached to this timeline everywhere. It’s all so very stagnate and yucky. It feels as if compassion and kindness have left our humanness. For now….only for a bit. I promise this isn’t going to last forever. Nothing ever does. I also promise you that when you accept your position as a warrior of light and love you will no longer be concerned with all the issues in the media…because you create your own reality.

I have to believe you and I, and everyone, can shift back to this moment and breathe in love. Your job is to align yourself back to Divine-love consciousness. Your purpose is to join the collective consciousness of greatness in compassion. We are here in human form, but our souls are endless. Let’s get back to our own spiritual spaces and ground our truth into the earth. The mind, body and spirit are being pulled and pushed with such horrific thoughts because that’s how we are controlled by the world. Fear is slavery. Let’s send love notes to the universe, regardless of our religious and political beliefs. God doesn’t care who you vote for, who you sleep with, and who you pray through….the Divine cares that we treat each other with dignity, integrity, love, compassion and hope. The moment we return to love…I am certain that we can fix just about anything. Until then…let’s just surf the waves of yuckiness and muckiness while trying to find moments of joy in our day. Go sit outside and take in nature. Make time to do nothing but be with your spiritual guidance. I haven’t got any other answer but to love one another. Apologize and forgive those who aren’t in your same belief systems or in your authentic alignments. Forgive and return to what matters….

We are giving birth to a new time. It’s exciting and fantastic. We are required to shift our perception from old programming. Let’s Mother the world with kindness.

Sending love to all. We are the force and the change we have been waiting for. We are here now. No more putting off and allowing others to dictate what we came here to accomplish. Love! ~m.a.p.

Your Here is not my Here

I was sitting waiting on some friends in front of an event. A man pulls up on a van, his wife steps out to get tickets, he and the children drive off to park and wait. He whistles at her in a coquette manner as she walks into the place. She ignores him. A short time later the wife steps out and frantically starts searching for them in the parking lot. She calls him on her cell rather loudly, “Hey, where are you?” He must’ve answered, “I’m here.” She then says sarcastically, “I AM HERE! If you were here I would see you. YOUR here is not MY HERE.” She sees the little girl waving and walks towards the end of the parking lot.

I sat there thinking about relationships. How many times don’t we think to ourselves, “I am here. Where are you? Why aren’t you seeing me?” It happens with our mates, our children, our parents, and even friends. We want to be acknowledged. We want to be heard. Nothing is more relevant than knowing that our presence is honored and appreciated.

Whenever I had something important to say to my young children I would make sure they stopped whatever they were doing. I sat or stood in front of them and asked for their attention. “Look at me for a second, sweetie….” Then to make sure it was heard I would ask them to please repeat it back to me. This was necessary because otherwise they didn’t seem to comprehend. With them, I used small sentences. I made sure there were no long explanations because children need simplicity. When my mother got ill I had to use the same technique. It’s usually in those few words that the brain understands that it needs to pay attention. The tone of your voice is vital in how another person listens.

And so it is in relationships! We are often asking, “Why am I being ignored?” But the question we should be asking is, “How am I saying this? What needs to change in my presentation in order to be present and acknowledged?” Are you yelling your thoughts into chaos? Are you screaming in anger? Are you ignoring that the timing might not be right? You cannot blame another for what they are thinking when their ‘here’ is not in alignment with the way you perceive it to be.

Listening and hearing are two different animals. One requires being. The other is just noise. We have been accustomed in this society to use the art of over thinking and analyzing. We are conditioned to go-go-go until we drop. Relationships suffer because of the multitasking and technology. Allow for YOUR HERE to be another person’s presence. Be willing to provide the sacredness of listening and being in the moment. There are things that are being lost in this new age of technology: speaking, being heard, and being able to decipher the importance of union with your loved ones.

Notice how a dog behaves when you walk out of the room and return. You are in his “here.” Let’s be like dogs in our commitment to provide space for our loved ones. I see you. I feel you. I honor your existence. I love you. Have a great day.


In deep meditation last night the question rose several times:

What is Love?

And then the answer came pouring in tears….

Love is the highest vibrational frequency of the universe. It is acceptance, acknowledgement, vulnerability, rawness, compassion, grace and faith. It is unfiltered. It is the connection of humanity that embraces us. But love has no real meaning. Truly… it is God without religion or culture or beliefs. Love is the bridge that holds us from one to another. Without it we cease to exist. We become Zombies in a world of chaos. So…to negate this from each other is the demise of our world.

Hold to it with all that made you and keeps you alive. We are required to pass it along…to all…without judgment because that is not something that is part of love. We must breathe it in and out with each thought when we are feeling overwhelmed and depleted. The answer to all is Love. We are a million cells vibrating in truth to all that is Source with LOVE. ~m.a.p.

Pick Living

I walked into a facility this afternoon. The cutest elderly lady was walking the hallway. Forty five minutes later, after visiting my client, she was still walking them.

I stopped. She stopped. “You are adorable. My name is Millie.”

She extended her hand out, “I’m Betty.” I drew her close and gave her a hug. She smelled delicate.

“I think it’s wonderful you walk so much and without any assistance.”

“At this age if I don’t everything gets stiff!” She giggled.

She didn’t say her age. She must be in her 80’s.

“What’s the best part of being this age?” I don’t know why I asked.

She smiled and without skipping a beat, “I’ve lived! Long. It’s been a life. It’s been full. It’s been a privilege. I don’t have to rush anywhere. I’m already there.”

I saw no signs of dementia. She was clear. Strong. Alert. I caught myself exhaling a deep pause. My arms got goosebumps which is a sign of truth and a divine aha.

I hugged her again. She touched my left cheek. I thanked her for the hall pass and class. She smiled. Her eyes twinkled. She kept walking.

I am grateful for living. This long as well. I’ve never been this old. I will never be this young again. It’s a privilege. I’m trying not to rush. Signs keep showing up about slowing down. I have chosen this life. Not settling for anything that makes me cringe. I’m here…Collecting wisdom from halls and angels.

The Dash

I attended a client’s funeral this afternoon. She would be 97 on Tuesday. Shortly after the service we went to the grave side. I was staring at all the tombstones. All those folks and the stories I will never know. I know her birth date and her death date. It occurred to me I didn’t really know much of her dash…that lifeline between those dates. I saw pictures of her youth…her segments of small history. But, I didn’t really know her dash. Her dementia didn’t allow for stories to be coherent at times. I had to really add to them in my mind.

I stood there, cold and teary, thinking of my dash. I want my dash to be full of adventure and laughter. I want my dash to be strong but kind. I want to make sure my dash is long lasting and full of delicious stories.

Every time I enter a facility to visit an elderly person I will make it a point to learn more of their dashes. I have to take time and sit with their her/histories. I must make it a point to learn from those dashes and the spaces in between the birth and death.

How will you live your dash? How will you want to be remembered? I want to make sure I don’t forget that I am making my own story every second. I want the words “to be continued” after my death date…and a heart instead of a dash.