I thought it was me. All those years I thought it was me, that I wasn’t—smart enough, pretty enough, clever enough, good enough—you know, loveable. Something didn’t add up, but I didn’t know what it was, so the only answer left to me was to try harder. I carefully picked out clothes and counted every …
Category Archives: Awakening
Disbelieving Appearances: A Path to Aliveness
It’s a conundrum. I have no idea what is of the greatest value. I find it important to share what is happening in our world, and yet I can’t help but think that the sharing is redundant, that you already know about the world’s depravity, its deep dive into cruelty, its lack of a heart-based …
An Ode to Hopelessness
If I was focused on the insanity around me, I would be sleepless, anxious, and quite rightly, unhinged. Some say I’m already that last one so I’m guessing I haven’t far to go to get there, wherever there is. Good thing there is no there, only here and the idea, the thought, the belief in …
Escapism: an endless litany of prayers
Can anyone escape reality? We try, oh how we try. Religion of all sorts is an attempt to escape our current experience, to put aside or behind the very real visceral sensations, emotions, thoughts and feelings about what’s here now. Whether the religion is money, one defined by a divine master, non-duality (there ain’t nothing …
Are you afraid to die? If you said ‘no’, are you sure?
Why do you suppose most people are afraid to die? Yeah, I know. Not you. You’ve got it dialed in. You’re not afraid, you’d just rather it wasn’t today, or it wasn’t painful, or it wasn’t a burden to those you love, or you didn’t have to suffer. Most have their own conditions on death. …
A Bedtime Story
Are you ready for your bedtime story. You are? Okay, then snuggle down into the blankets and put your sweet little head on that fluffy pillow. Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Luna, who lived in the fairytale woods. She had a puppy dog, Miss Soffie, a cat called Cat, and …
Estrangement:, the ultimate appearance of separation
For most of us, programming determines every step we take. It tells us who we are supposed to be, what we should do and not do, who we must love and who should love us regardless of what we do and how we behave. It also stealthily flips our inner switch to guilt when we …
… and that’s a miracle
An errant thought passed through my oft empty mind as I was slipping into sleep and made me smile. We love and feel it fall apart; we lose loved ones and some we love, betray us. On this earth walk, we are tragically wounded and have our hearts broken. It is unavoidable. And even so, …
Stepping Forward into the Despair
I’m not sure I can even write about this or if there is any point to writing anything at all, but alas, it seems I cannot not. Writing is what flows through me, an avatar, a seemingly personalized window into the here-now. This one is no more important than yours. It is simply my unique …
Wonderful Ugly Habitual Creative Blame
Blame. Seems it’s a human trait. Habitual, for sure. Perhaps to be human is to blame, or at least to be caught up in separation, is to blame. I’ve been blamed and I’ve blamed. It’s like a hot potato we throw around, never truly catching it, mostly tossing it right back as soon as the …
Life Lessons from Sophia
I am blessed to enjoy seven trails and walking paths relatively close to where I live. Today I walked the west end of Burnt Bridge Creek. The tall trees spread their limbs, covering the trail. It was beautiful with the light shining through the green leaves. It was simply magical. Sophia loves her morning walks, …
An Invitation to Sheer Anarchy
I’ve been called a revolutionary, radical to the core. My son used to cringe and say I was an old hippie and coming from him, it wasn’t meant as a compliment. I just smiled and said an inward ‘thank you’ and went about whatever it was I was doing that elicited such praise. The cringe …
What Does it Mean to be Fully Human?
At times I am certain that many today are not human, not just in the figurative sense, but literally. No, I’m not playing around the edges of alien theories. I am simply stating that that which makes us human seems to be missing in so many these days. Are we human if we cannot feel? …
The Radical Message of an Anarchist
Jesus, a brown-skinned man, was arrested by armed men in the middle of the night, put up for auction with Barabbas, and lost. His radical message, he message of anarchy, was simply too much for the establishment to allow as they shouted, ‘Kill him and bury him deep.’ What was his crime? Living as love, …
Storybook Lives
Now don’t get pissed. Guessing a few of you will, but oh well, this is what’s coming through today. Each of us is a master storyteller living our own unique version of life. We think that our story is THE story, that our truth is THE truth. It isn’t. It is just our version of …
Amaya Gayle 