Since my sabbatical in November from social media something has been missing. Then came the holidays, a house full of people, and the return of another year. I still felt something was off. There is a sense of imbalance that keeps arriving when I wake to sit in meditation. A nameless sensation of emptiness that lingers. A knowing without destination. It’s bizarre and exhilarating simultaneously.
This morning I found it again waiting for me to respond to its calling. The stories have been piling up without true formulation. I just hold on to them with greed and selfishness…those of folks I’ve met that I want to savor on my own. But, they aren’t mine alone.
I gather words and stories from all walks of life. I tend to them while helping heal my own needs. And then I release them.
I want to hear your stories. I want your messages and snippets of your lives to be heard. I want to connect others to their purpose of what they desire. I crave to help pay forward love in whatever way I can….
How do we do this? How can we help one another?
We do it through groups and support. We do it sitting down and talking face to face. We do it by speaking and/or writing. We heal through connections. We begin to feel seen and heard. We feel acknowledged. We become engulfed by love and acceptance. That’s how we move through it all.
So thank you! For being here. Your words are always courageous. Your sharing is delightful. When you open yourself up you begin to heal me and you and others. Don’t ever stay silent about the things that move you, shake you, or teach you.
I love you.
You can be spiritual and watch television, curse and get angry. You can be healthy and not weigh 100 lbs. You get to choose what you eat and drink and smoke. And you can actually be pretty divine. You can be centered/grounded and still be in chaos. You can love someone and not agree with them. You can be friendly and compassionate and not tolerate bullsh*t.
There are social classes because man has created them. If your religion teaches you hate…that’s not a religion…it’s a brainwashing cult. Jesus, Buddha, and every spiritual leader/guru came into their incarnations to teach love, acceptance, forgiveness and compassion.
The day we stop labeling everything, and everyone, we will be vibrating at a higher level of consciousness. We have learned in this society to put things in to-do lists, organized files and boxes. But we are people. Not things.
Stop following toxicity. Stop making it part of your life. You don’t like something then make a point to delete it, change it, leave it or deal with it.
You know what makes you special? Your ability to love and forgive. You know what makes you authentic? The desire to not put up with toxic things, places or people. It’s when you stand firm in your truth and knowing. Your convictions are character traits that are learned from others. But, what is ingrained in your DNA is love. I don’t care who you are. If you have deviated from love it is because of your experiences, upbringing, traumas and the folks you have around you.
Do whatever makes YOU happy. You came into this world with a divine compass unique to you. Don’t try to “fit” in order to be liked. Life is too short. Giddy on up and love till you burst into stardust again! You are a miracle. Don’t forget this.
Yesterday, before my boys left, we stopped at Barnes & Noble. It was crowded with the remains of Holiday folks. I waited by the magazines while the boys looked for their books. I remembered years ago when I moved to Asheville how that store was my saving grace. When the winter hit hard that year I was stuck up on the mountain and my only outlet was to come into town to the bookstore. I had been stripped of all monetary means. A friend and I bought an old motel that took everything I had. She went off to work for the winter and I was left with two teenagers and a deep isolation that pushed my soul into a spiritual awakening.
The mountain taught me invaluable lessons. The motel endorsed those experiences. At the time I didn’t recognize how priceless those obstacles would become. I learned to trust my intuition. I was snowed in more than I could ever imagined. I spent time without electricity and water. And I knew not one soul.
My outlet was coming into town once a week if I could make it down the roads. I packed a bunch of Post It notes and typed up letters. I would sit in a hidden corner of the store and write inspirational notes to put in books and magazines. In the mental health books I would leave “You are magnificent. You are here to make the world brighter.” In the glamour magazines, especially those for teenagers, I would leave something along the lines of “You are more beautiful than any photo shopped girl here. You are here to make a world a better place.” And on and on I would go around and just post the little love notes around the store. It filled me up with joy.
The letters I called, “Love Note from the Universe” I would fold and place in the windshield of cars in the parking lot. Those were longer. And deeper. I would watch from the second floor of the store as people would grab them. Some would open them up and read them, always checking around to see if they saw anyone. Many times they were thrown on the grown or crumbled up in their car.
I had the time to do these things. I have lost my way with busyness the last few years working full time, raising small children, taking care of lives (especially mine). They aren’t excuses. It’s just the way it’s been. It’s a different journey now, but yesterday I ached to start again doing those things that touched the core of me: going to the homeless shelter and having coffee; taking books to the VA Hospital; gathering stories from all walks of life. I ached for a moment so deeply for those simple acts of kindness that my chest felt like it cracked open. I gasped for a bit of air and recognized my soul’s call. I know it well!
This new year I plan on being more present with humanity. I vow to write Love Notes to Humanity and share all the stories from around my world. We are united by the act of connections, feeling acknowledged, listening, and knowing we are not alone on this journey.
The other day I was getting in my car from the supermarket. It was drizzling. An elderly couple was in front of my car. He held the umbrella and was trying to get his partner into the car. It was sweet to witness. I wondered at that moment how many years they had been together. He actually kissed the top of her fragile hand when she got in and closed her door, getting a bit wet then slowly dragging his feet to come around to the driver’s side. And without words, their story became mine. Love Notes for Humanity. Their actions became the driven force to go home and be gentler, more loving, and accepting of whatever was to come with all the buzzing from the holidays. A few times this week I have returned to that elderly couple in my memories. I smile thinking of their lives. And I am blessed to have them now become part of mine.
You are part of mine by just being here. Never, for one moment, do I take that for granted. I love you. May you also begin to collect and create love notes in your life from all of humanity. We need more of that!
Two years ago the mountains around us burned. We didn’t know if we had to leave our home. Weeks of that intensity took a hold of us. The unknown was weighing right above us a few miles down the road. So now, watching the devastation in California I am again reminded of the frailty in life. The winds can shift in a single moment and life is forever changed.
Take nothing for granted.
I went into prayer last night so deeply that I fell asleep. I left my body on my bed. Hours upon hours of flying over Malibu pouring sand and water all over the land.
I woke at 1:11am to the sound of our little boy crying. I smiled at the time. When I returned to our bed I was still in a state of jet lag. This happens often.
Let’s continue putting out fires. Let’s continue being compassionate. Let’s be humans with empathy and love.
Sending healing out today. Shifting consciousness is my goal…for me and others to recognize the innate and miracle power that lies within us. We are fire and water and wind and everything else.
I love you.
Thoughts are not facts. They are energy magnets.
We give them power. They have no legs unless we provide them to keep walking all over our minds.
Thoughts can be altered by shifting perspective.
Replace one with another. Turn on music. Dance. Meditate. Exercise. Go sit under a gorgeous tree. Whatever it takes to stop the thought from moving. Make the thought immobile.
We give attention to whatever we need to confirm our beliefs, fill our desires and justify our wants. That’s it!
You are not a victim of your thoughts. You are the creator. You are the driving force to them.
How do you stop the insanity? Change your story. Rewrite your endings. Get out of fear mode. Recognize your innate power of creating everything around you with thoughts
I have this picture of a sweet country house I bought about 15 years ago. Everywhere I’ve moved I have placed it in the kitchen or a bathroom. When we moved to our new house I put it in our bedroom next to my side of the bed. Last night I looked at it. I noticed the miracle of manifesting. The house looks like this new house. I didn’t notice when I hung it. I do remember that every time I would notice the painting in 15 years I would smile and think, “One day I’m gonna have a sweet country house like that!” I had the same painting much larger and left it in Florida. I bought a smaller one then.
Shift your awareness. Be mindful of how you show up with your thoughts. They are the magic wand to all that you want. They have no power over you even when we’ve been made to believe they do.
You’ve got this.
Yesterday I called my deceased client’s son to inform him of his mother’s passing. He wanted nothing to do with her. She had not been a good mother. He had been very apprehensive and verbal about his feelings of wanting nothing to do with her.
We spoke about her passing, her last weeks, the care Hospice provided for her. I told him how much his mother changed my life. He couldn’t grasp it. I explained, through tears, that his mom made me believe in the shift of humanity. He stayed quiet. He never saw his mother as humane. I told him that I believe we all have the conscious choice to change even in a dying bed.
I asked him to keep an open mind and hear my story, the journey from beginning to end with her. He heard me, carefully taking in the small details of forgiveness and letting go. He heard my story of the hospital visits, the sitting with her and asking to let go of the past. He asked if she mentioned him. I told him that she did many times. He cried. I wish I had been in front of him to hold him, allow him to truly feel the feels of it all.
At the end of our conversation we both sobbed on the phone. He thanked me for loving his mother. In spite of her being a challenge she was a tremendous teacher of accepting and forgiveness. She allowed me to love her without rejecting the harshest of energies.
Today he called me back. He said that through my stories he felt he met another woman who could have been his mother. He told me he shared with his father who is in his mid nineties. His father couldn’t believe the stories. And this happens when we’ve experienced a completely different life. It’s well expected! We live through the lens of our perception. There is no point of reference for them to experience her change.
But…she now touched not just me, but her only son and ex-husband. She touched the folks in the facility. She touched the nurses in hospice and several volunteers. She had evolved into something miraculous in transformation.
She asked me on several occasions about death and what happens when you take your last breath. I answered her to the best of my experience, but is my experience and not hers. I am sure that she released all she needed to let go. By the time she reached that other realm she had evolved into a divine soul. I can imagine her dancing in heaven.
I’ve been so blessed. I keep being gifted the opportunities to be with these souls right around the time they need to transition. To hear their stories, have their hearts connect with mine, and feel love without ego…I cannot imagine anything more intimate.
Do not give up on love. The toughest to love are usually the ones who need it the most. You do not have to do anything but send them loving energy. We don’t have to enable them. We don’t have to accept abuse. We don’t have to allow hurt. We can set healthy boundaries. But, you have a responsibility to love and forgive in order to evolve into your greatness. Love them from here. Love them from there. Just love. Forgive. Let go. That’s all you need to do. Your life will be changed forever. ~m.a.p.