On the eve of the eclipse, this.
Can be applied to self & other, and never needs to be uttered aloud. Within these sentiments is the power to transform, to heal.
If we want to change what is going on around us, we first have to deal with what is going on within us. We are in this soup of existence together. We are all responsible for the flavor.
May we love one another. Unconditionally. The potential is there.
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
There is a listening that is far deeper than the kind we typically do, though listening in the common sense can be good practice, a good place to begin to listen. We begin to listen by listening more than speaking when with others; sitting outside, listen to the noises, and grow the capacity to listen to the silent spaces between from which they arise.
This deeper listening is cultivated when our presence, our awareness is brought into it. It is a deeper listening that teaches us about the mystery within. The wisdom revealed serves us as we navigate the course of our lives. It can be a compass that provides a nudge in this direction or that one that makes a yes feel like spacious inspiration that tickles the heart and perhaps even gets the creative juices flowing, or an uncomfortable contraction in the belly or chest when there is a no. The cultivation of this ability lends clarity, peace, and ease to our lives. This intelligence arises from and contains all of our cells, atoms—indeed the stuff of eternity—in which we are swimming whether or not we have yet to experience it. A wise person once said that the lack of a fish’s awareness of water does not in any way alter the relationship of the fish to water.
When we speak less, engage the mind less, and listen more, wisdom that is as ancient and unspoken as the dawn of man—indeed arising from the source that birthed humanity—can serve as a signpost. Confusion, uncertainty, and doubt become clarity, or a restful state of ease with the unknown.
This is always an option, always a choice. There is none among us who is not capable of this. We have the capacity to delve deeper into the silence between, the silence within, and let it inform us. Despite what is playing out on the stage of humanity, this reality is always present. We can choose to lose contact with it in our lives altogether and rely on the noise at the surface of the water to inform our being, or delve within and make contact with the powerful wisdom from the depth of the source that birthed it all, and let that inform our choices, our actions. Reality—the personal and collective—is not happenstance. Let us take responsibility for what is, not fear what is. Let us delve much deeper. Humanity’s shelf life depends on it.
One must develop ears to hear silent music.
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.
Love. Acceptance. Support.
Eternity hums in me.
No longer can I pretend it is any other way.
It lives through me.
I kneel down before you, altar within.
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.
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.