When you realize ‘why’ is irrelevant, that even if it wasn’t, there really is no true answer, that anything you come up with is merely your current best understanding, a thought, a belief that is bound for change … When you’ve seen that ‘how’ will reveal itself in its own good timing, that it isn’t …
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Monsters Everywhere / To Come Back to the World Renewed
… a two-part inquiry into the darkness and the light Lord of the Rings is one of my favorite movies. Some people I’ve talked with about it thought it was too violent for them to watch. I get that. It definitely has its darkness, kind of like our world. I decided to watch the two …
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 Places We Most Fear to Go
I’ve been reading quite a few novels lately, sci-fi, of course. I love science fiction. It’s such a great teacher. A new insight never fails to appear, opening possibilities previously not on my radar screen. Last night, towards the end of the seventh volume in the series I am reading, the author introduced the likelihood …
The Storyless Story
I am human and even that label is more than suspect. Any label you attach to me is in error. Labels merely point to how you perceive that I am showing up in the moment, how you want me to show up, or how you believe I showed up in what you deem our past. …
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 …
Tears for a Warped World
It’s a warped world we are living in right now. This afternoon I started crying and couldn’t stop. Sophia is still sitting at my feet, snuggling, soothing. Nothing set me off. There was no particular reason. I’m blessed. I have seen through the ruse. I am in on the cosmic joke. I am aware of …
I Shall Not Look Away, but I Will Remember
I Shall Not Look Away, but I Will Remember Few want to be poor, but that seems to be the direction life is taking the 99% of us. Some don’t see it barreling this way, believing they have enough for their own safety. They don’t realize that the US coffers are being systematically drained, that …
Overcoming Self-Doubt: A Journey to Enoughness
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 …
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 …
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 …
If this was my last day on earth
What would I choose to do if this was my last day on earth? It’s a fetching question to play with. It’s been floating around in awareness for a couple of days now. Would I go for a walk in the woods and thrill my senses with nature? Would I take in the scents and …
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