Sacred Presence

I had a rare day while being in a state of complete presence. I am here but I am not. I have lifted myself through something odd and divinely lovely several times while staring at the rain fall, sitting by a friend, talking about things of the past and realizing the rawness of life.There has been frailty. There has been huge awareness.

We move through cycles of what was and what is. And, somewhere in between lies the illusion that these things make us whole and become our stories. Your story might be raw and full of pain, or it might consist of happiness and delightful moments. You have been embraced by love and lovers (past and present), but in the end it is this very second that glues us together. You have lost a loved one to death or just the ending of a relationship and it hurts like hell but you are still here surfing the ebb of deep waters. This is Sacred Presence.

This is raw and vulnerable ability to stay here and share while connecting to another by saying, “I am here for you. You are not alone. I understand. I have experienced something similar. Or, I haven’t and it is beautiful how you are moving with grace, strength and faith.” Yes, these are the moments that make us whole through the veil of life.

Keep searching for your truth. It isn’t always pretty or perfect or without some hurt…but it is your truth. These are the things that have created your humanness to continue expanding in our world. And how MARVELOUS you are, darling! You are lighting your journey. Go be all that greatness you are meant to be!!!! Mucho love. ~m.a.p.

The Nun’s Trunk 


My dear friend and co-worker, Kathi, shared a sweet story with me today. A month or so ago she walked into her favorite thrift store and saw a trunk for sale. On it was a tag that read: “This trunk belonged to a nun who gave it to the nurse who took care of her in the nursing home. The nurse’s son donated it to help Meals on Wheels.”


Kathi kept thinking about the trunk for weeks.This past weekend she went back and the piece was waiting for her to take it home. She shared the tag with me along with the story. Immediately, I began to create stories about the nun and her trunk. Imagine the prayers, the secrets, and the amount of Godly things she must have kept in there. I was touched by the words. I was moved by the endless stories that were held inside this chest that might have come from her own heart. How many places could this luggage have traveled? How many memories could it still hold in its walls?


There is a sacredness to this…

There is spirituality and awareness of so many things we may leave for others. Our legacies are forever wrapped in perception and hearts. How others see us. How others love us. How others hold space for our lives. 

There are a million stories that we can create from just being in the presence of such a piece while speculating on its history. 

How many of us keep an invisible trunk full of memories and lovely things that become invaluable to us throughout the years? How many times do we go into a journal, a photo album, or remnants from the past trying to gather pieces of ourselves from long ago? We hold our children, parents, pets, friends, and family close at heart in memorabilia. Each piece of those items pin points significant moments in our timelines. 

Here in this trunk how many things did that nun carry with her? It’s in tact. It’s beautiful. My friend says that it felt like a little part of that soul went to her home with her. It’s in those small corners of things left behind that we find ourselves over and over again. This can be in a vintage dress, an old purse, jewelry, used books, or even baseball cards. We hold a piece of history and allow it to merge with our own.

If only for a little while, as we pass through this life, can we all find a piece of someone else’s story so delicately intertwining into our existence. The memory of a nun and her trunk made it to a special woman’s house who collects amazing pieces of history. And in one conversation I became part of that history re-creating the endless possibilities of a faithful woman and her empty storage.   

Nothing is of insignificance. Every part of our walk on this earth allows us to learn and evolve. We might never know what we leave behind for another so try to leave it with good intentions. Have a great day, dear friends. 

Sacred Presence

water mtn

Having a rare day while being in a state of complete presence. It’s a day off for me. I am here but I am not. I have lifted myself through something odd and divinely lovely several times today while driving down the mountain, then sitting by the creek staring at the water with a friend, talking about things of the past and realizing the rawness of life. There has been frailty today. There has been huge awareness. There has been an exhaustion of humanness holding things in and then allowing to fly away with the wind. Complexity has been engulfed by simplicity. The slowing down and just sitting has allowed for clarity.

We move through cycles of what was and what is. And, somewhere in between lies the illusion that these things make us whole and become our stories. Your story might be raw and full of pain, or it might consist of happiness and delightful moments. You have been embraced by love and lovers (past and present), but in the end it is this very second that glues us together. You have lost a loved one to death or just the ending of a relationship and it hurts like hell but you are still here surfing the ebb of deep waters.

This is Sacred Presence.

This is a raw and vulnerable ability to stay here and share while connecting to another by saying, “I am here for you. You are not alone. I understand. I have experienced something similar. Or, I haven’t and it is beautiful how you are moving with grace, strength and faith.”

Yes, these are the moments that make us whole through the veil of life. These are the uneventful days that move through us in the subconscious with changes and growth. We don’t know it but there’s a shift inside. We can’t look back and know when it happened but it’s there. These non-judgmental days of self awareness are huge mile markers.

Keep searching for your truth. It isn’t always pretty or perfect or without some hurt…but it is your truth. These are the things that have created your humanness to continue expanding in our world. The conscious shift in knowing and acceptance is evolving within you always. And how MARVELOUS you are, darling! Go be all that greatness you are meant to be!!!! Mucho love.

The Sacredness of Holding Space

hold space

When my mother was dying she came to visit for a few weeks. She lived with my sisters in South Florida and I lived in Orlando. My mother’s health had deteriorated significantly in a matter of six months. Cancer was eating at her through every cell and pore of her existence. It (the cancer) became the focus of everything. She was waiting on death to finally take her. She had stopped taking her medicine and refused to eat. I began to see my mother as a little girl needing the support of others. It was in those final hours leading to her death that I learned what it was to hold space for another. It was then that I realized the frailty of life and all we take for granted.

Holding space for someone who is sick or dying is about walking along their side without judgment, not making them feel inadequate and allowing their essence to feel free to just be. My mother taught me many things about our relationship those last few weeks of her life. I had to offer unconditional support with patience and a sacredness that didn’t come easy at times. I had to step back and remember integrity and dignity of a dying person. We only want to be heard…to the last dying breath. Her need to always control all situations had diminished. What was left in its place was humility and the acceptance that she was frail and vulnerable. She was afraid. She was resentful at times. But, most of all she wanted to feel loved no matter how hard she pushed.

There are times we find that holding space is truly the only thing we can do for another. This time was about allowing her to just be ever present without trying to fix anything. I was reminded recently of these memories when I visited one of my clients at a facility. Now under hospice care, she just needed to have me there even while not knowing who I am. She just needed me to hold her hand and touch her. My mother craved for this caress in the end of her life, but her pain from cancer was unbearable. She would reach out in the silence of the room to just acknowledge her presence. With each hand touched it was as if she was saying, “Sweetheart, I am still here. Do you see me? Do you feel me? Don’t forget me!”

The act of holding sacred space is important in all relationships. Children need this time to know they are being loved and cared for unconditional. Lovers require this cherished time to show their union. Even pets provide the perfect cues for this sacredness. We are in need of these sanctified moments that express in silence to another, “I am here for you. There is nothing to do. I see you. I feel you. I acknowledge your life.”

You matter. He matters. She matters. Our presence is all that connects us to God. Holding space is about being present without distractions and allowing another to feel Divinity through the eyes of your love.

Serenity of One

Hush.  shhh!

Listen. ahhh!

Honor this moment in time.

Silence is my companion

echoing through the space

of this house.

It sits drinking light

watching the incense burn

dancing through its smoke

fluttering to the candle’s aura.

The prayer wheel turns,

round and round,

circling the world,

sending out

to the masses

wishes of hope and peace.

The fireplace crackles,

bringing warmth

throughout

and I feel the sacredness

loving me gently.

In this stillness

there is absolute

certainty

of blessings,

lessons,

being.

This presence is all there is

and I close my eyes

to go deeper,

infinitely,

profoundly,

into the abyss

of my spirit.

With each moment

of breath,

the heart gently vibrates

and I exhale

as awareness takes me

until I am cradled

in the arms of divinity

and

I

finally

become…

One.

The Need for Rituals

A seat waiting for you

Every morning I have a sacred ritual. I get up around 3 or 4AM, go into the living room, light some candles, and say my prayers. I sit quietly, conscious of breath and the sounds in the room. I feel presence…there is always sweet presence. Some days I sage or light an incense, others I just allow the higher guides to take care of any energy that doesn’t belong in my space. It’s rare that I feel any kind of negativity. I call on my higher self, God, and proceed to enter the space of love. My heart is always the most opened during these times. It doesn’t take long for me to leave this realm. I don’t look at the clock. I allow Spirit and Source to guide me. I might have a long meditation, or short prayers. I make time to ask and be blessed. I might even just sit in the darkness and watch the light outside welcome me home again. Then again there are mornings, when its warm, that I grab a chair by the pond and allow the light of the world to engulf me with its grace.

Rituals and ceremonies are needed as reminders of sacredness, faith, and awareness. You can do this anywhere you want: a bathroom, dining room table, set up an altar in your garage or basement, have space in your garden, make a small labyrinth in your yard, etc. What we do need are moments of conscious awareness, acceptance, letting go, and shifting to Divinity. I am a morning person but if I was a night owl I would be doing the same before heading to bed. The best prayer there is to enter the world every morning is being in full gratitude: you have been given another day in this journey. And, when you get used to a ritual it is hard to be without it. I feel “off” in days that I don’t get my morning time. I need my cup of tea or coffee after my rituals and return to the humanness of the space I get to call my own.

Allow space for guidance and divinity. Carve sometime for you and your higher self to speak…even if it’s in traffic. There is no right or wrong way to connect with the universe. Use your voice. Use your power. Open your heart wide. We need time to connect with our nature, our yearnings, with the little voice inside that pushes and pulls for truth. You are authentic. You are divine. You are light. You are love. You are pure wisdom and you have all the answers you will ever need. It’s important to remind yourself of this every single day. Have a blessed day~!

“The Way to do is to be.” ~ Lao Tzu

Walk of Silence

labyrinth

The labyrinth called for me last night. I woke, still in my pajamas, found my old prayer beads and headed to the back woods to answer the call. As the fog danced over the trees, the trail dressed in green moss whispered even louder. Spring is clearly entering the mornings this week even with the light rain. And, then, there in a nook of the forest the labyrinth surprised me with a lit path waiting with enchantment.

Something magical happens the moment we enter a labyrinth joining the psyche and the soul through the repetition of steps and motion. In moments of pure presence, meditation, prayer or deep consciousness the labyrinth answers without even asking questions. It is mystical. On this particular morning the earth sustained me through my bare feet with cold, wetness, and a bit of discomfort. Each step, turn, and movement was a metaphor for the twist and turns of the mind. The labyrinth became a sacred intimate union between body and spirit. I’ve been walking in circles all of my life never stopping to pay attention to each curve until a few years ago. Now I see and hear those things that connect me to the Great Mysteries. This walk was a reminder of such clarity and the challenges of the unbeaten path to get here.

I am grateful for each human connection through the journey and the lessons that have reshaped me. I now honor my yearnings, thoughts, images and dreams by allowing them to show me the way in co-creating through an intuitive path. This morning, upon my entrance I inhaled the cold dew and when I exited a while later I exhaled truth: the labyrinth allowed time and space to dissolve. I was transported to the sacred land of divinity. The silence spoke to me, showed me, liberated me while gently loving myself through God.

We walk in circles. We do it unconsciously. The secret is to walk in complete awareness of Divinity through trust. It is this silent guidance that brings wisdom and comfort into our troubled moments. Allow the path to guide you wherever it will take you. Embrace the road ahead. Accept the maze in your mind to surrender to the sacredness in your heart. Love, light and peace always!

“One step at a time is good walking.” -Unknown

Walk of Silence in PQR

Exposed Frailty

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I asked for help

divulging my fears,

sharing my truth,

openly showing up

to meet you

in the rawness of all

I have ever done,

never tried,

and can’t let go.

 

I embraced bravery

letting you

sit with the exposure,

sacredness,

rejections,

strengths and

stories.

 

There is freedom

while standing naked

in the light

completely

engulfed

in your presence

with tears,

wholeness,

no swords or shields

to protect me

from the old beliefs

of asking,

taking,

dispensing,

loving

without shame,

doubts and uncertainty.