I love unconditionally, even if you think I do not. It matters not if the love I am is returned, whether it is handed back wrapped inside conditions, ignored, denied or wholly misunderstood. I love regardless of how foolish it makes me look, or what another may think of me. I am love and love …
Category Archives: Conscious Love
Out Here Where There Are No Rules
what are you willing to trust in to rest in with absolute certainty it’s a big step to stick your neck out to risk failure to hazard the break-up the chance of endangering the fantasy but you can’t know if it’s real or not until you begin falling it’s the reason most of us are …
Look for the Consummate Swordsman Who’ll Take Your Head
If you add to your experience (which life is always doing for you) the appearance of the manifested world can’t help but change. It’s being created with every breath, every constriction of fear or expansion of your ability to love, to be love. It changes with each tweak of the field, each data point of …
Windows to the Soul
That woman, the one who’s not crying, the daughter of your friend who just died, you never really know the story, the reasons why, not even the reason behind the reasons, her life’s story that blocks her tears, the hurt that’s bottled up so tight she mustn’t let it out, the pain that must be …
Wildly Crazy
This world is wildly crazy, duplicitous it seems as well. Even when you are compassionate and caring, empathic, feeling the hurts and wounds of others, sometimes tending to your own tender heart means adding pain to another’s. I think that is why empaths stay so long in harmful relationships, or at least why I did. …
It’s a BIG Day!
I’m celebrating! My new book is up on Amazon and soon to be available on kindle. The official launch is next week, so this is your early notice. The publisher is planning a splash. Exciting! Working with New Sarum Press was a great experience. They took a great book and with their loving care, sharp …
The Truth Lies in the Fire
There are times, even now, when the fact that I did my best wasn’t good enough. I know, deep down, that my life, and those it touched, couldn’t have been otherwise and yet, I ache with the recognition honed from years of new experiences fired in the kiln of inner work, that I hurt others, …
Put Down Your Boxing Gloves
Let’s just get it over with and flat out admit that life isn’t a bowl of cherries. It is tough and cruel. It strips us of everything, leaving nothing to chance. There’s a reason we are afraid, a reason we don’t trust, a reason we feel the need to be vigilant, a reason we are …
Carrying Extra Weight
I’ve been beavering away on my son’s website, taking what was and stripping the old away to make way for a totally new, clean and improved, simple-y fabulous look. Another couple weeks, perhaps a tad more, and it will be up again, but not at all the same. Isn’t that a wonderful metaphor for life, …
The Circus Still Comes to Town
What does it mean to not mind what happens? We humans have so many stories about it. Does it mean that we think pain and suffering are just fine, or that folks that hurt children aren’t doing something bad? Does it mean that we’re okay with poverty and war, with human trafficking, rapists and murderers? …
Free to Be
There are 8 billion (and counting) paths to travel in this world. Is that delightful to your way of seeing things, slightly intimidating, or simply wrong, wrong, wrong? There was a time when I might have found myself in the last category, when my way, the way I was raised to be, the way that …
Fear: A Muscle You’ve Built Out of Nothing
Do this; do that. Say this; don’t say that. Wear this; don’t wear that. Buy this; oh my God, don’t buy that. Eat this; whatever you do, don’t eat that. Everyone’s got something to say, especially when they are selling something to go with it, but it’s shelled out for free too. Consummate salespeople that …
The Game of Life
I’m seeing a lot of people, many considered gurus, talking about seeing the game so that we can change the game. That seems daft to me, but what do I know. If you see it’s a game, wouldn’t you have to realize that it is a game and that the game will play on regardless …
Round and Round and Round
Each ‘you’, could be replaced with I/me. I write from my experience. The habitual keeps you going round and round on the same track. It tends to spiral downward at a slow enough pace that is it unnoticeable. It is not fresh; it is dead. It is old thinking, old fears, wrapped in the guise …
I Used to Think … so many things
I used to think so many things, that I wouldn’t want to be a cop, to be constantly face to face with crimes of passion and desperation. I used to think that even so, I’d have been a great detective, that my mind would have reveled in the challenge, putting together pieces of the human …
Amaya Gayle 