Sanctuary Sunday: Live YOUR Truth!

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Join me today for Sanctuary Sunday where the message is about living your truth so that you can live with passion, alignment, and joy. Grab your coffee and let’s go!

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Insight: Our Deepest Knowing

12ce4465ce0f76fc90f2fbf4a28bb072--indian-people-incredible-indiaInsight arrives like a care package in the mail. It awakens joy and inspires us to touch the tip of gratitude. It comes when we open ourselves to receive guidance and release the hold of our own will, and when we wake inside the practice of “Thank you,” and move forward from that place. Thank you has a way of creating openings, ones that allow us to travel from pain to healing, from poverty to prosperity, and from limitation to the unlimited bounty that is life itself. Insight is the blooming of the seeds we’ve planted and cultivated through time and space, and when it cracks the soil revealing itself for the first time atop the surface, we are guided in the direction of the highest vibration. May we turn toward the within and listen for the way. May we silence the noise long enough to allow the breath of insight to enter in: It is our deepest knowing.

Sanctuary Sunday (new project)

Hello to you! I wanted to take a moment to share with you my new project, Sanctuary Sunday, a YouTube channel designed to expound (in video form) on what you may see here, as well as other spiritual, philosophical, and life-related topics. I have found that providing a video opens the room, holds more, and creates space for us to see more into the fullness–words and picture. Do feel free to subscribe to my Youtube channel if it resonates with you. We are all a part of life’s bounty. Always, always with gratitude.

Ofrenda

fullsizeoutput_325The other day I decided to walk to one of the many cafés in San Miguel, Zenteno Café, a quaint little spot situated at the tip of a street that ends in a sort of triangle. I had in mind to get out and do some writing amongst other people’s energy, change things up a bit from my normal write at home routine. Zenteno is perfect and usually full of others writing while sipping an espresso or latte. It’s a known gem amongst other cafés making it challenging to get a seat. See “quaint” for this cafe, is another word for very small, yet oh, so charming. I was able to get the last available seat near the baristas, my back against the wall everyone and everything became my view.

While en route I saw a young man I’ve seen several times in my neighborhood. He’s always friendly and wearing very lived in clothes that appear to be about two weeks past laundry day. “Hola!” I said with a wave while passing. “Hola! Como estas?” he returned, and so the greeting went, nothing out of the ordinary and all while I continued walking, him now following behind. When I turned to tell him I was off to the café to write, he extended his reach to me and in his hand was an ornament. “Oh, no gracias,” I said smiling at the gesture. “No gracias.” He continued to reach. “Es para tí,” he said, looking directly into my eyes then repeating. “Es para tí.” In that moment everything stopped including me. Here this young man stood offering me the only thing he had in that moment, and the look in his eyes was as though he’d searched and searched for something special, and it was for me. I know that wasn’t the case, but it was the case if that makes sense. I accepted the ornament from my heart and held it in my hand. “Muchas gracias.” I said bowing slightly. My spirit certainly recognized his in that moment. Continue reading “Ofrenda”

Markings by Dag Hammarskjöld: A Response

“To be “sociable”—to talk merely because convention forbids silence, to rub against one another in order to create the illusion of intimacy and contact: what an example of la condition humaine. Exhausting, naturally like any improper use of our spiritual resources. In miniature, one of the many ways in which mankind successfully acts as its own scourge—in the hell of spiritual death.” – Excerpted from Dag Hammarskjöld’s Markings, Pg 63

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There is something about sound that brings comfort even when a false sense or when dressed in chaos. It becomes the backdrop of life, the white noise that soothes when the room goes dark and quiet and we are alone there staring at the ceiling. To whom do we reach for in the dark when there is but the sound of our own breathing, the rise and fall of our chest quickening in motion chasing after a Monkey Mind running fearfully afraid of being abandoned.

At early ages, we are taught to socialize. One’s natural inclination to sit and discover the body, the mind, and the extremities overridden by the voice of parentals with their well-intended guidance that too often suffocate and stifle. They keep an ear out for sound, and when the backroom where the adolescent is housed falls quiet, they call out afraid that they’re up to something. They don’t know you well enough to know that you can be left to your own devices, and that you secretly crave the quiet.  Continue reading “Markings by Dag Hammarskjöld: A Response”

Listen for the Voice

20248119_465147793864230_7868932973662644387_oThere is much inside of life, and even though we often try to control things, there is more unknown to us than known. This isn’t always easy to accept. Some resist only to have that resistance spiral out of control toppling onto other areas of life creating more to control, to fix, and to deal with. The cycle can be vicious, though not impossible to end. All things are available to us in every moment that we choose to turn toward rather than away; that we choose to flow with rather than be the salmon swimming upstream. There is purpose for them, there is no purpose for us. It is the mind reaching for something, anything to resolve the discomfort of now. It is the ego taking us by the hand like the rope of a tetherball, swinging us around and around until something abruptly stops the spinning. We are that something. We are masters of both mind and ego, and with practice we will be on the other side.

The precariousness that any moment is capable of bringing may leave you feeling like a boat lost at sea in the cold brought on by the night. You’re alone and afraid of the unknown in the blue-black of the sea. There you are sitting in your boat with your arms wrapped tightly around your knees, shivering, teeth rattling. Are you cold? Afraid? It’s hard to be certain when you are barely able to find your breath and keep from hyperventilating. Then you hear a voice that reminds you of the bag you’d taken for the journey. Inside there’s a pair of socks, your funny owl beanie, water, a sandwich, a pen, and a book with a book light. You start to feel lighter, less cold, less alone. Then again you hear the voice telling you to open the book. You do, and it says: Soon you will be on the other side.