Happy Father's Day

 

Happy Father’s day, Fathers. 

May your strength, support, power, courage, generosity of spirit, compassion, wisdom, and vast capacity for love help us breathe into creation the world of unconditional kindness that teeter’s on the verge of existence.

The world where we move more slowly to pause and look deeply into the eyes of other, experiencing there our own eternal nature. 

The world where we care more deeply about one another, because we’ve blown through the self-limiting beliefs about ourselves, other, the world, and existence that keep our hearts chained to the notion of separate, and actualized our Oneness. 

The world where we See. Each. Other. 

The world where our hearts and hands extend willingly to the disenfranchised and to those reeling from the grief of fear-based brutality that their people endure/ed in the name of our freedom. 

The world where that generations-old fear no longer causes us to distrust and dislike one another, instead of sitting down and speaking to one another like the human family that we are.

The world where we perceive Mother Earth and all of her creatures as the exquisitely wise teachers that they are. 

May you not only help teach our children this, but teach us as well. May the support of the ancestors protect and guide your powerful unconditional hearts. Our survival depends on it.

Happy Father’s Day, indeed.

With love and reverence,
Molly
 

Truth

What is true and eternal exists
despite the unfolding of the material plane.
Indeed, it gave rise to all of what-is.

It is here and now, always,
whether or not one is consciously
aware of it.

It is the source of all,
whether or not one approves
of the unfolding.

It is the silence that beckons from the stillness between,
the captivating glimmer of ecstasy that shimmers
through cracks in the judgement, the disapproval, the hate.

It is the powerful ground of support
from which true strength, power and resolve arise.

Inhale. Exhale.

We are the alchemists we’ve been waiting for.
 

Home Within

Love.  Acceptance.  Support.

 It is what we all want. What we’re all looking for whether we’re aware of it or not. When we haven’t received this, or don’t receive it, our defenses come out. We react. We defend. We project our feeling of lack onto another by assuming they’re wrong, bad, mean, etc (insert story here). How we feel about ourselves(which is usually how our own inner critic  treats ourselves without words ever being spoken and often we are completely unaware this is happening because it can be so very subtle) is ultimately how we treat others, and what we project out onto the world around us.

 What if instead of assuming the worst about others (which is really a statement about how we feel about ourselves, as a result of not feeling like we got the love, support, or acceptance we needed (whether we actually got it or not), we assumed the best. What if instead of meeting others with doubt, cynicism, projection of whatever negative version of them we’ve got cooking up in our minds, we met them with the unconditional love, acceptance, and support we so desperately want for ourselves. The unconditional love, support, and acceptance that is already what we are, and they are, at the most fundamental level (the illusion of separate exists only in the mind).

 Might we halt an unconscious cycle of blind mind-perpetuated negativity? What if we treated others like we too know that everyone is doing their best. That everyone has had some type of hardship or trauma that we may or may not see, that has caused them to feel lack and deficiency.  And that usually people we perceive as difficult are fighting that uphill battle of feeling lack, void, deficient, unworthy.

 What if we started acting the way we wanted to be met by others.  First toward ourselves (as we cannot meet others with that that does not already exist within), then to those around us. The deepest most fundamental love there is IS unconditional. True change begins at home. It never begins “out there” with others changing as we feel they ought to change. It begins at home. This home. The home within.

 

Mirror Within

Eternity hums in me.

 It’s in the fading song of the crickets,

 in the whisper of the whippoorwill,

 in the cooing of doves,

 in the loon’s haunting cry.

 At times it crashes through me as though waves on a shore.

 It draws my insides out, turns them on themselves.

 Until I become clear like sky.

 Vast. Unbridled.

 It shows me my reflection in its still mirror.

 I see only what I want to see.

 Kindness, sadness, abundance, love, compassion, wisdom …

 they’re all there.

 I am source.

No longer can I pretend it is any other way.

It lives through me.

I kneel down before you, altar within.

 I yield to your stillness, your silent presence.

 For a second.  A minute.  A lifetime.

 You self perpetuate my Self.

 

Thank You

I've never been into mantras. I've never had one, and never felt the need to.

I recently heard a story about Moojiji speaking to a woman. She was kind-of rigid and not entirely receptive to him. He began to say something about a mantra and she apparently cut him off, indicating that she didn't like mantras. 

He asked her if he could finish his sentence. He went on to say that the only mantra he ever needed was "thank you." Putting his hands in front of his heart, bowing slightly, and uttering "thank you." I was deeply moved by that. 

I've never wanted or felt the need to have a mantra. Uttering "thank you" as many times a day as I can feels so right. 

Thank you, life. Thank you, earth. Thank you, family. Thank you friends. Thank you plants and animals. Thank you to anyone who has ever shown me kindness. Thank you anyone who has ever shown me negativity, as you are my teacher too. Thank you water. Thank you black tea. Thank you mountains. Thank you ocean. Thank you waves. Thank you sea turtles and dolphins and whales. Thank you house and bed. Thank you sun and moon and stars and breeze. Thank you wildflowers gently swaying. Thank you, beloved husband of mine. Thank you for the opportunity, all-that-is-and-ever-will-be, to manifest into being, to have a chance to dance here on this earth, in this wild ride we call life. I feel your beauty. I trust, and feel your support, your unconditionality. The love. Oh the love ...

Thank you.

This. Human. Life.

 

Our idea of how things
SHOULD BE
is an impediment to
HOW THINGS ARE
 
Our presence is 
the only alchemy
we ever need
to unlock the vast and eternal
miracle that is already here.
It unlocks itself.

Like This

Listen to Life. She has a lot to say. Go into the still, quiet room in your heart. Rest there, and listen. Her subtle voice is heard through rustling leaves, through the call of the mourning dove echoed against the stillness at dawn, the cry of the hawk against anciently carved canyons, through continuously lapping waves, through wind, and rain. It is heard in your breath, and in your courageously beating heart. Let’s not be too busy to hear Her. Relax there, in that still, quiet room. Life’s natural state is one of ease, as the deeply rooted tree yields to the fierce, powerful storm. The resistance is optional.

The pain, the grief, the anguish, the sadness, the feeling of emptiness and loss—they’re all just something deep within necessarily cracking open. Like the snake who sheds her skin in order to go on. They require no analysis, no explanation, and no answers. Just room to be. This process is as natural as thick impregnated clouds letting their rain fall steadily. The rain never needed a big story. It just needed to fall. And in so doing alchemizes potential into an explosion of powerfully colorful being. Learn not to be halted by these things, but rather grow around, with, and through them. Breathe into the density instead of contracting around it in a desperate attempt not to feel it. The strength and capacity to be with this level of intense discomfort is already there. The resistance is optional.

When you find yourself tossed about—identified with the turbulence of the wave—don’t forget to access the deep resource of the entire ocean. That which you’ve always been is yours to remember. What you’re rooted into goes as deep as you let it. BE your way into it. You are the eye of the storm, not the storm itself. This ride isn’t optional. You said yes to life long ago. Let it merely be happenstance, or deliberately chose to turn your sails into the wind. Take great care when sewing your seeds. Your inner and outer garden (one and the same) are a reflection of this. Be steadfast and persistent. Keep turning toward Life with an open heart, though it feels at times like being eviscerated. The strength and capacity to be with this is already there. The resistance is optional. 

Wild

The wild in you

is awake though

its quiet existence

may escape perception.

It matters not if it is felt,

or if it was forgotten long ago.

The wild in you is awake.

 

It calls to the

hawk soaring overhead,

gliding with unbridled fluidity.

It is elated predawn,

stretching into profoundly silent stillness,

untethering the heart

into a state of unfurling.

It expands into the vastness

of the nighttime heavens,

delighted by the dizzying astralscape.

 

At the sight of the full moon

it cries from every particle of being,

“Yes! Yes!”

and ceases not to be the

very sense of wonder itself.

It is awake while you drive your car,

leaping out of your chest

at lightning piercing the dark sky,

and becoming the exalted expression

of tree branches rooted into Source.

 

It looks into my eyes and

draws the wild out of me.

It is all that ever was or will be.

The wild in you is

all that is here, and now.

It never stopped

dancing to the beat

of a tribal drum.

It moves and merges

with all that was ever infinitely wild.

 

The wild was born before

words and thoughts turned into

concepts  and beliefs 

and crystallized into our reality.

It brings us closer to waves crashing,

rivers rushing,

 rain falling steadily on

earth pregnant with life.

 

The wild in us whispers

not to fear ourselves,

or the death we cannot die,

for what is wild will always be,

the wild in you, 

the wild in me.