Allowing Everyone To Be Themselves

When I began to write on social media I recognized quickly I would be neutral. I rarely discuss politics, religion, and my personal relationship with those close to me. I will touch lightly on those things in a way to share a message but I won’t go into argumentative sharing.

Why?

Because that energy is not who I am. I won’t entertain harshness. It has nothing to do with not honoring our duality of dark and light. It has to do with how I choose to stay in a higher vibrational space. I am not blinded by some fairy sparkling light that doesn’t allow me to see the hate and darkness in the world. Believe me I have experienced lots of life.

I am the most imperfect person I know. I am real. And I am vulnerable and raw. If something hits me I will keep scrolling. I can love you from here and not desire to sit there and argue with your personal perspective. We are all coming from our own level of awareness.

I will continue to come from a place of peace. I learn a lot on social media about our society and the state of our world. All you have to do is read and recognize the division.

I’ve said it before and I will say it again since I got a message from someone who didn’t like what I posted from a positive perspective: this is my page. I will continue to show up through love. It’s how I live my life. I’m not here to impress anyone. I am here sharing my muses like kisses from an old friend.

I am not interested in getting into some conflicting debate about beliefs. I want to see you and your heart; how you treat others when you don’t agree with them; how you call yourself a compassionate and spiritual soul and truly love as such. I am here to feel inspired by you. I am here to just love even if we don’t agree. I can see past that.

This is our humanness. I love all aspects of it: the messy and the clean.

Your theories and beliefs are yours. I love you for taking your perspective and sharing it with others just like I do. But, please respect mine. Do not send me messages condemning me for “trying to be a bullshit love goddess.” (Had this person called me a “bullshit love fairy” I might have been a little insulted). I sent this person a sweet love letter asking if we could talk and maybe learn more about each other. Obviously I needed it. I wanted to feel this person’s spirit. But, I was then blocked.

Keep scrolling. Unfriend me. But I get to choose what I post and how I show up here. I love… with some inappropriate humor… but I love. That’s how I roll!

Allowing and Acceptance

Several years ago I had a huge pond. On the yuckiest and muckiest part of the pond a lotus garden sprung up every year. Out of the mud a flower of enlightened beauty would emerge.

Like you…

Like me…

It was through the area of pure abandonment that this would appear in the most vibrant pinks and purples near the willow tree that waited patiently for its birth.

There is divineness in allowing things to emerge from struggle and yuckiness. It’s in the precious battle through darkness that we evolve. It’s a sacred union of truly releasing the ego to divinity.

The lotus doesn’t ask permission to bloom. It just grows. And all the pods around it watch the flower come alive. The buds begin to rise and when they open up it is as lovely as watching a birth.

That’s what we are here to do. Just allow and accept the divine in you to emerge from yuckiness. Allow your soul to free itself from judgment and criticism. Accept all parts of you that make you magnificent.

You are not alone. Be the lotus that rises from the muck and change the world with your radiance.

Allow the Universe

Someone told me a story today about a professor she had many decades ago in college. The professor was going blind and my friend became her assistant to check papers and run errands for her in the university. We had been discussing what we knew for sure. She said her professor would always say that the only thing every morning she knew to be true (that she could count on daily) was that 2+2=4.

I looked at my friend and she said that she needs certainty in her life. Now in her 60’s she wakes every day with one or two things she can count on, including that 2+2=4.

I went silent. I allowed her to give me a long explanation of why she needed to know things for certain…because there were too many unknowns already in our lives. She needed to have something to control as she entered each day.

She asked me if I needed something of certainty daily. I told her I already had it. I know when I wake daily I am given a gift…one more day. One more blank canvas to serve the world. I didn’t need to add or subtract. I didn’t need to hold on to something for sure…. I like the surprises that appear in the journey. It’s more fun that way.

She smiled. She recognizes that I am airy-fairy. She is of logical sound mind. I am not. I walk on serendipity and synchronicities daily. I know that I know nothing. I don’t need assurance because the moment I wake I have been provided with magic.

What do you need to know for sure on a daily basis? Is there something that you have to know? Do you require lists and control elements to move through your day? Do you need reassurance daily from loved ones?

And, what if you didn’t have to take inventory of what you know? What could you do with all that time you surrender to the unknown and the mysticism of your life? Please share.

Waves

Remember not everyday is filled with rainbows and butterflies. Some days are full of aches and scars and deep wounds. They require a little more heart expansion. Others require forgiveness. While still some allow you to feel the bliss from humanity and how we are the collective of something much bigger than ourselves.

Be humble. Be available to sit with all that arrives. Don’t let it paralyze you. You are meant to always show up and rise to the occasions of your life.

You get to choose how you react to it all.

There are days that compile several emotions from all corners of the heart. The world doesn’t prepare us for those moments of pure joy and heartache that happen simultaneously. The heartbreaks are so intense that you feel you cannot survive. They are invaluable experiences that force us to move into compassion without judgment. Huge heart pulls. Those days are truly sucky. They are wrenching. Ugh.

I ask that on those roller coaster emotional days you truly be gentle with yourself. Don’t discard the emotions. Don’t bury them. Don’t try to process them all at once.

Just be. Life is preparing you for such an incredible strong journey.

Believe me, tomorrow may just be the best day you will have so far. Don’t judge your future by the experiences you are having today. Don’t criticize the moments because you fear them. Don’t carry them alone because of how others may see you. They aren’t walking your path. You might be teaching them an experience they need for their own journey.

May you always be led by faith and grace. Things always have a way of working out. It requires you to shift perspective. And in that process you will see things in a different light. ~m.a.p.

Hand the Love

Yesterday was one of my client’s birthday. He’s ten years older than me but due to a horrific accident his mind is juvenile and he is paralyzed.

Nothing says “Happy Birthday!” like a four year old trailing along. So Kali and I went to get balloons and pie for him this morning.

Now, I know this man and his moods. It’s hit and miss. I walked into his room, Kali holding balloons ready for song and dance, while he was waking up. I could tell he wasn’t in a gentle mood. I can see it from a distance when the demons of the past (the man he once was) visit him.

“Hey darling, watch the cursing! My kid is here with me!”

He adjusted himself. We sang happy birthday. Gave each other hugs. He was till not in a happy camper. I understand.

I sat on his bed. I waited in silence while Kali sat on my lap. She was ready to get out with the tension flowing in his space.

“I love you!” I patted his legs.

He answered with a grunt, “I…know!”

So I raised my eyebrow as if saying, “Helllloooo, your turn!”

He looked at me straight in the eyes, “I love you too. Thank you for my gifts. No one else remembered my birthday!”

Holding back tears I told him I acknowledged him. He smiled and winked. He felt loved. He felt seen.

He asked me to reach to his dresser and give Kali a teddy bear. I handed it to him so he could give to her. It was a precious moment.

He said again (as he’s mentioned it several times), “I always forget you are human.” I laugh. He sees a fairy, I’m assuming. I see pure love emanating from his fragile soul. I see him. After almost a year of seeing him he has finally confided in me. He trusts me. He sees me in return.

Folks, it’s not difficult to show love. Throw it out to others like a lighting bolt. Feel it coming out of your heart on to every stranger. Say something nice. Acknowledge each other. You aren’t here alone. You get to walk through this life lighting the way through love. It beats the alternative.

We are here together. Let that love start with yourself and force it out like ripples into the wave of consciousness. You are responsible for this. I love you.

See? It’s not hard! 🦄🧚‍♂️😘

Finding Faith

Faith is not found when everything is going smoothly. Faith is witnessed when the world collides with chaos and struggles. That’s when we search for her. Often times we are angry because we feel she’s abandoned our space.

Let me share how I see Faith:

She’s in the nights when you are crying yourself asleep because a loved one is dying near you, or when your wife has decided to walk out of your relationship, or when your child has ended up in jail. She is lighting the path for a new job, better opportunities and safer place for you. She’s in the aches and brokenness of your fears and the disappointments of your expectations.

Faith is sitting quietly waiting on you to grab her and shake every cell in you to trust her and let go of the situation. She is there to take over if you just let go of the control. She’s the light that gives way into darkness.

When your world comes apart and you cannot find reasons to logically make sense of anything…that is when Faith is seen and felt. That’s when she whispers through your personal beliefs, “I’m here. I have something better. I will work on this. Trust!”

I have met many religious folks who have zero faith. They go to church every week but when their world gets rattled by hard obstacles their faith is completely absent. They live in fear and lack belief. They basically abandon all belief and break into eternal darkness.

And then I’ve met some folks who say they don’t believe in anything. When things happen they have found something stronger than themselves to carry them through it. They say they believe in themselves.

So what is faith? It is religious? Is it your higher self taking over? Is it a deep spiritual knowing that you are here to learn and evolve? Is it the opportunity to shift awareness and shift into something powerful? Is it you? Is it God?

We have all experienced horrific acts in our lives. We have undergone atrocities. We have overcome major obstacles. Some of you are experiencing these things right now.

What keeps you going? What’s the thing or substance that allows you to get up and keep moving through it all?

For me Faith is complete trust. Regardless of what’s happening I trust that it’s for something better. It’s to take me places I need to experience. Every decision is part of the process and Faith is there to take the wheel.

The Return

 

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Something woke

again

after a long sleep of doubts,

anger, hurt and questions

that buried me

inside an open tomb,

leaving the exposure to heal

with the openness of One.

I had forgotten my power,

the thoughts that co-create

with the universal aid of intentions;

those same delicious frequencies

that magically take me here and there.

I had forgotten

waking up with such joy

that I skip out of my room

while bones crack and stretch

reminding me to slow down.

I don’t care.

This is the meaning of living.

This is the ebb of sorrow and joy

taking it all and pasting it back together

without giving up.

It’s easier to give in,

give out, give up, and forget.

No more!

I have been sleeping in such darkness

for too long and allowing no one

to turn on the light.

I needed to feel the switch,

pass my hands through its coldness,

in the rawness of despair,

so I could turn it on…so I could do it alone.

Clarity arrives with rest and prayer.

Awareness returns with faith.

I hear the ringing of truth in one ear.

I see the element of surprise ahead.

I taste the juices of excitement.

I smell the sweetness of success…

for all that I have put out into the openness.

I’ve returned.

I am home in me again.

It’s been a long time…too long.

The heart echos softly, “Welcome back!”

Gentleness of You

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There is a delicious yoga class, and its sweet instructor, that I like to catch whenever I can once a week. Unfortunately, it’s on Wednesday mornings and I cannot always attend. The yoga place is far from home but this instructor is worth every mile down the mountain into the city. Before each class, Laura (the perfect yogi), shares a quote, discusses something spiritual for practice or just gives a word to take into the hour and fifteen minutes. On this particular day she said that even though the class is called Gentle Flow, that there is nothing really easy about the class. Sometimes in that gentleness and slowness things get stretched and opened. Many times the only thing keeping you is returning to your breath and being aware of all the tightness in the body. She’s right. There are times I have gotten a huge workout from just the simple and slow stretches.

I have thought about her teaching for some time. I am always saying to folks, “Be gentle with yourself.” This doesn’t mean be easy or lazy or live in a constant flow of letting go. It means be kind. Be present. Be available to release whatever comes up without having to run from it. Just like this particular class, gentleness has a way of tapping into the most intense parts of our psyche and body. Gentleness is the essence of pull and release.

Being gentle means having consideration and softness. It means allowing things to rise and fall without pressure. Yoga is showing me parts of my body that I never recognized were tensed. I have been using muscles through these gentle movements that force me to feel deeper about how I carry my stress, emotions, and challenges. I can’t imagine taking one of those intense classes with head stands and fast pace movements. This “gentle flow” works well with where I am right now in my life.

I remember reading a quote by novelist Richard Paul Evans that said, “Sometimes its not the strength but gentleness that cracks the hardest shells.” I happen to believe this to be truth. True gentleness goes deeply into the hardest parts and opens us into who we are meant to be. These days I am moving through a different form of flow. I am embracing the middle age way of carrying myself in the mornings. There are days that my body cracks like a bowl of Rice Crispy cereal making all sorts of sounds. I am forced to be slower and kinder. And, when I speak to myself, in meditation or prayers, I am being conscious, courteous, and cordial with my higher self. I am by no means impatient during my practice. It’s about the only time that I feel the gentleness of the universe embracing me…just like in yoga.

Grace and forgiveness seem to be growing through me these days. There is delicious flow of these aspects arriving through lessons, awareness, and the beauty of accepting all parts of my imperfections.

And now you….

Allow gentleness to flow through your spirit. Don’t talk about yourself in a negative tone. Don’t complain to others about what you can and cannot do. Be kind with your words. Be available to accept defeat and continue through perseverance. You are magnificent. Recognize this greatness and stop the busyness of avoidance. This is life. Be gentle with the journey and yourself. Be the love that gently moves through your heart and onto every other person you encounter in your day.

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