Tag: awareness

From Seedling to Oak.

“What a liberation to realize,” writes Eckhart Tolle, “that the ‘voice in my head’ is not who I am.”

If not the voice, who then my loves? Are we that who stands in humbled appreciation? The observer of all that we ‘are’?

Would then, the voice serve as a manifestation – nothing more and nothing less? A conjuring of self within this illusion of experience?

We stand before the oak, in awe – though, how often do we consider the truth of it’s source? From seedling these mighty limbs are born; just as ‘we’ from these vestiges of mind.

Within her arms, even the hunted find shelter. And the weary traveler, hope within its shadows.

Oh, my darlings – can’t you see? You are the acorn, and you are the tree.

In peace…

Namaste ❤

The Lesson of the Garden Lily.

I remember one planting bulbs in the garden. A little one had been watching from afar; though, with courage, soon ventured nearer.

“What are those?” she asked, scrinching her nose. It was clear she couldn’t yet see the potential within.

“They’re Stargazer lilies – my favorite,” I said. “And, when they ‘grow up’ they’ll be as big as your head.”

The very next day, I saw her perched by the garden. “I didn’t want to miss it when it happened,” she explained.

It’s so hard to wait, when we know the reward…

When we speak of awareness, we often identify through an aspect of ego – our mind and senses exploring the tangibility of this realization. For this little one sitting alone on the chair, she had already visualized the scent of the bloom. So much so, that she was fearful to miss its ‘becoming’.

In an instant I understood the basis of my practice – that whispers of my truth could be found in these everyday moments.

“This is the real secret of life,” Alan Watts once shared. “To be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.”

And with that spark of realization I did the only thing I knew I should – I pulled up a chair and sat with her as she waited.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️

A Patch of Cerulean Blue.

A saint once left his home to travel to a nearby city. When he returned he said to his disciples, “This place…you can’t imagine. Streets paved in gold and the skies lighter than a hummingbird’s wings.” His disciples, eager to know this glory, raced to understand. When they returned they muttered with disgust, “Ugh – the filth, the dust, the waning light.”

To each, the same – though, vastly different. Perception can create bouquets from wilted flowers, likewise – it can shift the weight of the world onto our heels. Everything, in fact, is exactly as it seems – and this life, precisely what we believe. The stars shine no brighter from the opposite ends of opposite ends of this earth.

No matter how well we live our life, there is always a ‘calibration’ which occurs – an adjustment of mind to suit the ‘reality’, a chiming of perception within the winds.

But are we missing the oft sought rustling of leaves, against a cerulean blue? Welcoming each day as an awakening, and every breath – a miracle.

You are just one thing, my loves – but you are everything, just the same.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️

Finding Our Awareness.

When we practice mindfulness, we expand our capacity for this fullness of life. Moment by moment, bit by bit – we take it all in, our heart relaxing to the expansiveness of this single point in time.

In this space, our consciousness grows. We begin to pay attention, to cultivate our awareness. Even the sound of trees swaying may become like a symphony.

Which is body, which is spirit? The space between, of narrowed focus until only an impression remains.

And, the pacing of breath – our teacher.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️

This Unfolding of Story.

Wherever you are is the entry, my loves; the basis and catalyst for all new beginnings.

The fullness of which may never be known, were it not for the bearing of weight upon step.

In our leaning in, we are letting go; allowing the transference of light upon shadows.

Time passes swiftly leaving only impressions behind; our pages shifting surely to reveal choice’s unfolding.

We are, at best, only partly known. Our legacy, comprised of action; and our story? Our purpose.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️

This Awakening Within our Hands.

“You’re always on that phone,” she scoffed. “Are you even paying attention?”

Begrudgingly, he lifted his head – yet even still, he was hardly ‘there’. What was it that captured his attention, more so than this miracle of living? As if the entirely of this universe rested within the palm of his hands.

How easily we lose ourselves to the trappings of a micro-sized screen.

Beyond which, the world holds the promise of awakening. Through the sun’s ascent, we find our radiance reflected; within the hint of ambered hue, the simplicity of our truth.

Is it any wonder that our world has subsequently reduced? Limited by opinions of those we’ve never known.

But when we open again to this wonderment and will, the aperture of heart subsequently grows. Somehow through the living of our days, we find what matters most of all:

That peace comes only through seeing the whole.

A little something to consider, my loves…why not lay down those tinier machines in exchange for a far richer life?

In peace…

Namaste ❤️

As We Are Revealed.

There’s an aspect of suffering, my loves – an unyielding, brazen closing in. Causing our skin to crawl with worry, an uncomfortability that knows no end.

In the midst of which, we might curse our circumstance; feeling a subjective unfairness beneath the weight of it all

Ram Dass once spoke of stretching our awareness; embracing it all such that we may become ‘more human.’ Though, there’s a fear which permeates our letting go, relinquishment proving the harder task.

Consciously, we may wish for a spiritual expansion – though, in standing at the edge our feet may freeze. In an instant, we become ‘victims’ of our own debilitating fear.

As Ram Dass teaches, becoming human involves both animal and the divine. It’s not always rose petals and silken thread. Though, the grittiness is where the true journey begins – revealing aspects of self perhaps previously discouraged.

We are empowered through a reciprocity of being; we find purpose through this continuous unfolding.

Just as the breaking of dawn expands the intricacies of day, so too…are we similarly revealed.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️

As We Find Our Way.

When times are difficult, my loves; when we are challenged by our propensity towards unsettledness and fear. This is the time, did you know?

To lean in and to let it all go.

We all feel the ebb and flow; the tugging of circumstance on an already ‘worn thin’ soul. Inundated through the density of headline and agenda; our awareness becomes muted, at best. And, yet?

This is the perfect time to deepen our practice.

With every loss, there is a gain; to each, his own – the choice is made.

We find our way.

As action becomes purpose, and purpose – our peace.

With much love, darlings…

Namaste <3

In This Space of Peace.

I was watching the rain from the window this morning. The world seems quieter – perhaps, more ‘at peace’ with each measure of droplet’s renewal.

As the pattern breaks against windowsill, the dance of mind diminishes; comforted by the lesser draw of moment, absent distraction.

The peace of many becomes the peace of one, and we are forever enriched.

“Just as the soft rains fill the streams,
Pour into the rivers,
And join together in the oceans,
So the power of every moment
Of your goodness flows forth to awaken
And heal all beings;
Those here now, those gone before, those yet to come.”

In peace, my loves…just as the rain…

Namaste ❤️

A Completed Compassion.

“If your compassion doesn’t include yourself, it is incomplete,” shares author, Jack Kornfield.

But, what does that mean?

Isn’t compassion initiated through action to another living soul? If so, then what is our role within it?

Are we the actor, or are we the catalyst? Does the action of doing forge the connection?

Or…

Does the energy require an inward introspection? Must we first connect with the rawness of our own spiritual unrest in order to engage that of another?

Surely, this awareness would help to hasten our bond ~ demonstrating connection through the conduit of open heart.

Though, perhaps its meaning is much simpler still — that a compassion realized is one to be shared.

A little something to consider, my loves…that the truest compassion bears no condition.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️