Nothing to Figure Out

    All that ever exists is this present moment. Right now. In this present moment there is nothing to figure out. The present needs no justification, no tweaking, and no explanation. If we’re able to settle into this present moment fully, information that is called for in any given situation can organically arise to meet it, thereby eliminating the need for stressful face-contorting-analysis that keeps us weighted and contracted. We can rest in situations with a fluidity and ease that is not present when we are trying so hard to “figure it all out.” Trying so hard to figure it out keeps us tethered to a future that doesn’t ever exist. If we can’t meet the present moment as it is, we’re missing out on the nectar, the balm, the clarity we’re trying so hard to invoke. Opening to the brilliant fluid dynamism that is now allows outrageous possibilities we never could have conjured up on our own. It requires trust and a willingness to stay. Don’t let the dead-end of discomfort with not-knowing—with uncertainty—be a barrier to this magnificence.
 

Ho'Oponopono (Ancient Hawaiian Tradition of Forgiveness

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

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
 

On Listening

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.
 

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.