The thing that surprises me (well life surprises me, but this particular one wanted to be written about today) is that 338,000,000 people can’t, or haven’t the will, to oust a man who is obviously and literally destroying the country. We seem content to let the system work, to wait for elections, to trust in …
Category Archives: duality
The Big Tent: the greatest (also the only) show on Earth
It’s all just one big circus tent. Inside the tent is anything you want to experience, whether that want is conscious or not. We are born in the tent and die there. Nothing happens outside of the Big Tent. All experiences are worthy of you, even if others think your life is a waste of …
Permission to Be, to Feel, to Acknowledge the Struggle
Walking this morning, I was noticing my body, paying attention to where it was tight and where it was … not loose, but effortless, almost non-existent in the physical sense. A prayer came to mind, and that was rather unusual, because prayer seems to have escaped me as I don’t know who I’d pray to. …
The Open Door Inviting Trauma and Pain into Our Lives
I started out puzzling over racism this morning and wondering why it’s a thing, other than the societal programming that’s been around for ages. My granddad was racist, blatantly so. I had heard the ‘N’ word many times in his home. It angered me while breaking my heart for the obvious hypocrisy. Go to church …
The Reality of Mortality
It doesn’t matter if you are black or white, red or blue, able to pay the bills, squeaking by or living in a tent, life on planet earth will eventually break you. The only difference is how long it takes before you truly grok the fact that no one gets out of here alive and …
Holy and Broken Love
I’ve been listening to performances of Cohen’s ‘Hallelujah’. Listening and singing along, paying attention to the verses that vary from version to version. Today they struck a different tone for me and got me thinking, wondering, feeling into the depths of love, and how we say we love, but realizing that most of the time …
And that my friends, is abuse!
I was raised in the church, sang in the choir from the time I was little until my mid-teens, went to youth group, and most of my family’s outings were church campouts and picnics. At the age of 16 while sitting in the balcony listening to the Sunday sermon and the preacher telling me who …
Life’s Messy
The biggest divider in our world is God. Not the actual God, but ideas about God, beliefs about who and what God is, sacred cows taking the form of deity, of rules and regulations, of do and don’t do, be and don’t be, of my way is the right way. I have to stop a …
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. …
Owning My Experience
… EVEN WHEN IT CONFLICTS WITH MY PREFERRED SELF-IMAGE OF A LOVING HUMAN Life constantly reminds me to be observant of what’s happening within, and honest, absolutely real about owning my experience. Whenever I get pulled into the right-wrong game, it is sufficiently painful to slow me down, like life saying, take it down a …
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 …
… 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, …
The Plague of Seriousity that Consumes Most Lives
By many of the comments my posts receive or messages that are sent, it seems that a lot of people see me as a bit of a paradox. The questions that float in the air are understandable. Heck, in fact I’d be surprised if they weren’t. Minds want to understand even though that is impossible, …
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 …
Amaya Gayle 