Soul Teachers

Some folks come in and highlight past triggers. They push the dark emotions up and about. In my case I get a few who remind me of my mother and how judgmental and controlling she was. I revert into the little girl. I find myself avoiding confrontations. Then I step back and realize the unhealed parts of my inner child.

I embrace it. I become aware of the role they are playing. That doesn’t mean I attack the person triggering me. It doesn’t mean I am nasty or passive aggressive. It doesn’t mean anything because it’s not about them. It’s about me and how I allow the energy to show up.

I get to decide how I perceive things. I get to choose what I allow and what I release. People are amazing teachers. I am always asking what is this person teaching me? What is the message here?

What I am learning is that when we don’t heal those parts of ourselves we are opened to the teachers coming in more frequently. Until we forgive and set appropriate boundaries those lessons will keep showing up. Until we learn from them we cannot graduate to something else.

So stop and detect. Breathe through the moments without reacting. Allow the present moment to dictate instead of the past. You can’t change what happened back there. You can, however, change what happens now.

We have choices every single day to show up and not overthink. We are always evolving. We aren’t stuck in any one stage. It’s an ongoing journey. There is no good or bad…only a perspective of how we view the world. Every single soul in your path teaches you about YOU.

I love you. Now love yourself even further.

Printed Composition

I do not choose to write, whereas writing has chosen me as some sort of instrument from Spirit.  It is the extension of words projected in a form of kindness, humility, but familiar echo, in a release similar to meditation. The words that I write are woven threads into a quilt of human emotion.  They are not meant to shock or awaken anything.  They exist on a page as a thought-provoking tool.  Many times, they exist just to allow me to help myself.

There are times that I go days without writing and a part of me goes numb.  As soon as I start to write again, my spirit comes alive.  There are also moments throughout the night that a poem awakes me, nagging, pulling and wanting my attention.  The more I ignore it, the less I can rest.  It is only when I give into its calling that I can finally release magic into my life.

Do these words do their job?  I don’t quite know for sure but every so often something penetrates or touches the person reading it.  I don’t know how they come out or how I write them.  God speaks through each letter, word, paragraph and message.  I often read them and I am in awed at the simplicity, yet the complexity of some of the messages through poetry, essays or in my private journals.  Some are deeper than others, these conclusions and examples of my life.  Some are intended for me alone and I choose not to share them.  I am to hold on to them and years later (as it has happened many times) re-read them and the message has pertained with such faith and knowledge that it is beyond me to understand.

Looking back at the trail of human emotions in my life, I see the pattern of words changing; yet they are synonyms for the same messages.  They are right in front of my eyes and, like difficult pieces of a puzzle, the words must be placed in correct alignment.  It is easier said than done.  I don’t pretend to know it all.  I write to survive.  Writing is like morphine to my nervous system.  It calls on me to let the dance of emotions out onto a page.  I am surprised each time I finish a piece of work.  I am also shocked when I share it.  Finally in this stage of my life, I allow another to judge or witness my spirit through my writings.

I write because life is just like the poems — very complex and overly rated because we make it that way.  There are too many of our efforts side-tracking our intents.  I see my life from another view when I write.  I understand it much better.  I accept it easier.  With all my faults, neurotic behavior, and traumas there is peace inside. It is there inside my soul echoing to help others find their path if just by sharing a small example of an unfinished life.  We are connected in this way.  We get to travel similar paths.

This is my passion: these words on a screen.  As I write this, I pray for the many people who don’t believe in searching for their passion.  I write in order to survive my journey.  It has picked me.  I know that the many times I have avoided placing those words on paper anger and frustration becomes too much to handle.

Few things I know for sure and one of them is that I have been presented with this ability. I don’t take credit for it because it comes from Source.  I am just the messenger.  How and what I do with it is my choice.  As I write these words I know in the pit of my heart that I am deeply blessed.  There is no mistake about it.  I don’t suffer from depression but when the anxiety of the unknown kicks inside the only way to control the attack is to let go through the composition of letters, words, and paragraphs.  And I hope and pray that, you, reading this can find an outlet to the stories of your life and learn to live with passion.

I thank you for joining me here, in the space between the comas and periods. I am blessed for those who return and express that they have received a message of hope. This is why I write…to send my love out into the universe in hopes that someone catches it in their hearts. Mucho love….Millie

I See Love Everywhere

I have a fascination with anything heart-shaped created in nature.  I collect heart-shaped rocks and pebbles.  I marvel at their simple beauty.  I am also a hopeless romantic.  I believe that there is a genuine amount of love still available in this world.  I love inspiring quotes and words that make my heart sing, laugh and stop a second to take in.  Because of this I created a facebook page called I See Love Everywhere:  http://www.facebook.com/ISeeLoveEverywhere.

This page is for all of you, for anyone who cares to post pictures of heart-shaped things in nature such as leaves, clouds, rocks, trees, etc.  If you want to share inspirational quotes regarding these things, it is also welcomed.  For all you wonderful photographers, copyright your work and post it here as well.

We all need a little inspiration during our days.  Life can be chaotic. Anything that can make us step back and smile is delightful.  I hope you will join me in this community of hearts and love…(I sound like a 1960’s hippie don’t I?).  Nonetheless, the page is there for everyone.

Much love to you and I look forward to enjoying the amount of creativity out there.  I am inspired daily by the awed-stricken gifts from our world.  May you find a little magic as well!

Millie

Mysteries in Writing

I sit in front of my laptop staring at a blank screen each morning.  I have no expectations of what will appear behind the cursor.  I light my incense, a few candles on the table, and say my prayers.  This is my morning ritual in silence.  I never know where I will be taken after those initial moments.  It seems rather selfish of me to take any credit for the words that manifest.  I rarely do!  Just like a music composer, my fingers have a direct line to some other source in the universe.

There are times that I write poems of lovers that don’t exist in my life.  I’ve written poems of things I know nothing about, but then come to pass as if I was also following the cursor on the screen.  In such cases I let Spirit do its thing.  I am constantly awed by the imagery, description, experiences and moments that teach me through my own writing.  But it isn’t MY writing.  I am merely a secretary.

A few months ago I wrote a poem called Your Story.  It wasn’t written for anyone in particular.  It poured out of me like a cascade and within seconds I had to reach for my phone in the middle of the night and type it quickly.  I had to make sure each word was documented while conceiving line after line.  I have thousands of poems put away, discarded, forgotten in one form or another.  I cannot recite a single one of them.  But, this poem has continued to speak to me.  Recently I met the person that requires my devoted attention to hear a story.  I want to know everything.  And it is then that I think of this poem and believe I was being prepared for the arrival.

To me, writing is mysterious.  It is magical.  The arrival of such messages makes me giddy.  I never know when the words will touch someone.  I am always surprised by how others react to certain pieces.  What truly touches me is that I learn from those words on the computer screen, searching for me to understand something new. We are not alone.  We are never alone and it is priceless to share experiences through the written word while allowing us to feel even less secluded in the path of discovery.

Life is a wonderful journey.  Each person lives to leave behind a legacy of their truth.  May you find that one person who enters your space and you can’t wait to hear their story….

Your Story

Tell me something I don’t know…

the charisma that

defines and expresses

the things you leave behind

that no one else has known.

Share your story right now:

the joys,

the sadness,

the in-between,

which molded you

into this spectacular current chapter

of your memoir

that now includes me.

Let me touch each syllable

in your words

as I trace your lips to find their truth.

Shower me with your adjectives

and enrich me in the beauty

that you have witnessed.

Grab me with your verbs

making me delirious with excitement

for the things that have

taken you here and there.

Carry me with your nouns

to all those places I’ve never visited

and let me see them through your eyes.

Let me enter

into you

to finally become us

in this grand experience,

this guided journey,

full of interconnected stories

with sentences and paragraphs;

questions, exclamations, and periods;

indentations, spaces, and pauses.

Allow our humanness

to unfold,

discover,

marvel, and share

without ever having to worry

that you are alone in this exposition.

Let this composition end

with the knowing

that the Divine has been

the narrator of your saga

and all that you are

has been a plan to teach you

that love is all we need to

gather in this adventure of life.