Is looking straight
into your eyes
the daringest thing
I have ever
done?
Perhaps.
Yes.
Because not turning
away from your eyes
roots courage and
now I look
into my own
eyes.
And I don't
turn away from
these soul windows.
Which is precisely
the same daringest
thing.
Perhaps.
Yes.
Friday, October 27, 2017
Prayer Leaves
The leaves
fall like
prayers, filling
my spiritual
inbox with
messages from
my teachers
and as
the rusted
yellow and
burnt red
soften into
the grassy
fingers of
the earth
my heart
expands into
the soil
of my
own body
with a
knowing gratitude
that is
the surest
and gentlest
confidence I
have yet
to know.
fall like
prayers, filling
my spiritual
inbox with
messages from
my teachers
and as
the rusted
yellow and
burnt red
soften into
the grassy
fingers of
the earth
my heart
expands into
the soil
of my
own body
with a
knowing gratitude
that is
the surest
and gentlest
confidence I
have yet
to know.
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
Your Voice
I scrinch my eyes and try to will your voice into my consciousness.
- - -
But all that comes up is my own.
- - -
I could be sad.
And at times I have been.
Desperate, really.
- - -
And then gratitude
enters my head through way of my heart
and it surely wins.
- - -
But all that comes up is my own.
- - -
I could be sad.
And at times I have been.
Desperate, really.
- - -
And then gratitude
enters my head through way of my heart
and it surely wins.
I Look
I Look
I
Look
For
You
Every
Where
But
Then
Realize
The
You
I
Am
Searching
For
Is
In
Every
One
I
Look
For
You
Every
Where
But
Then
Realize
The
You
I
Am
Searching
For
Is
In
Every
One
Sunday, September 3, 2017
On A Tuesday
On Tuesday, yes, Tuesday, I will drive myself to Rhinebeck, New York. I will enter into a new building - a retreat center. I will meet strangers and I will sing with them; chant with them. For the whole day. This will be prayer and joy and space and connection. I will listen to and join beloved voices: Krishna Das and Nina Rao; individuals who have given the greater part of their lives to devotion through song.
Last year, undoubtedly around this very same day, I went to a yoga class. I don't think I had been in some time, it being summer. During this particular yoga class, a voice came into my being. A voice of compassion and unwavering love. I was shocked by this and my ego was full of doubtful protest: "no way. This is made up. Listen to ME!"
But the voice persisted and she said things like,
"I have been here all along and I will always be here.
No matter what.
I love being with you;
I have always loved being with you..."
I kid you not, in this very same class, while I was in shavasana my right hand moved over my left breast and I felt something that did not feel right. My knowing body went into a different kind of shock - that of deep fear. I cried then. And I called the doctor the very next morning with a shaking hand.
In the weeks that followed, I recall a crisis of my mind/body. The only things that could calm me were laying on the earth, doing a walking meditation where I would count 1-10 and then backwards 1-10, or washing the dishes. And in the cracks between fear, there was just enough space for that sweet yet strong voice to emerge again. Over the next nine months or so, I would both intentionally and unintentionally create space for this voice which required work and trust and patience and forgiveness for forgetting that she was there. Always. No matter what. As she kept telling me.
I have read and could write many cliche things about this voice, but rather I will just stick with this: s/he is in all of us. I know this for sure. And we must make space for her in whatever way works for us.
And, sometimes, we must honor her; we must bow down to her. For me, I will do this through singing to her and with her for a day. And by singing to her, I will also be singing to the voice within every single one of us.
Which is what I plan to do on Tuesday.
Last year, undoubtedly around this very same day, I went to a yoga class. I don't think I had been in some time, it being summer. During this particular yoga class, a voice came into my being. A voice of compassion and unwavering love. I was shocked by this and my ego was full of doubtful protest: "no way. This is made up. Listen to ME!"
But the voice persisted and she said things like,
"I have been here all along and I will always be here.
No matter what.
I love being with you;
I have always loved being with you..."
I kid you not, in this very same class, while I was in shavasana my right hand moved over my left breast and I felt something that did not feel right. My knowing body went into a different kind of shock - that of deep fear. I cried then. And I called the doctor the very next morning with a shaking hand.
In the weeks that followed, I recall a crisis of my mind/body. The only things that could calm me were laying on the earth, doing a walking meditation where I would count 1-10 and then backwards 1-10, or washing the dishes. And in the cracks between fear, there was just enough space for that sweet yet strong voice to emerge again. Over the next nine months or so, I would both intentionally and unintentionally create space for this voice which required work and trust and patience and forgiveness for forgetting that she was there. Always. No matter what. As she kept telling me.
I have read and could write many cliche things about this voice, but rather I will just stick with this: s/he is in all of us. I know this for sure. And we must make space for her in whatever way works for us.
And, sometimes, we must honor her; we must bow down to her. For me, I will do this through singing to her and with her for a day. And by singing to her, I will also be singing to the voice within every single one of us.
Which is what I plan to do on Tuesday.
Soft As Water
Soft As Water
Dear One,
One day
you will
sit in
a storm
and the
waves will
crash over
you, one
by one,
and you
will watch
each wave
come and
go - some
fierce, some
gentle - and
although you
are a
rock, you
will also
be soft
as water.
Dear One,
One day
you will
sit in
a storm
and the
waves will
crash over
you, one
by one,
and you
will watch
each wave
come and
go - some
fierce, some
gentle - and
although you
are a
rock, you
will also
be soft
as water.
Sunday, July 16, 2017
My 42nd Year
I have never done this before but as my 42nd birthday approached I started coming up with a mental list of what had transpired. This year seemed like a solid one to reflect back on the lessons and doings, big and small. So, here I go...
NOTE: this list is certainly not exhaustive, linear nor do they imply that I have "mastered" such skills or insights; for many of them, it is just the beginning!
My 42nd year, I...
* started wearing rubber gloves to wash the dishes.
* practiced and practiced and practiced and practice . . . listening to my own heart.
* began drinking shots of 100% cranberry juice.
* had my left breast removed. And, day by day, got/get closer to my heart (but you don't have to have a breast removed to get closer to your heart . . . its just how I have had to flip it for myself.)
* had many bonfires in the Fall and, in connection with the previous star, had a spontaneous bonfire ceremony honoring my left breast the night before my mastectomy surgery.
* sat (literally) with my girls more than ever.
* found my voice in an unexpected way through sharing my journey with breast cancer via video messages on FaceBook.
* got the shortest haircut of my life.
* took seriously the job of opening my heart (on my yoga mat) so that I could receive all of the goodness that was coming my way.
* heard from friends from all different stages of my life and from years ago and was so deeply touched and dare I say transformed by people's goodness and generosity.
* cried in public settings more than ever and was so ok with it; in fact, I invited it in. One day I said to Matt, "I may just cry the whole day." And I pretty much did.
* hiked a mountain in the winter.
* took an exorbitant amount of medication and laughed at times when I would work to convince myself that I was just going through a really hardcore detox.
* threw three birthday parties for my three girls: a 2nd birthday, a 4th and a 7th (a little early.)
* found a prayer that really suites me: "om mani padme hum." (the jewel of the heart of the lotus.) And, although I probably sat less, prayed more than ever in unexpected places like on various medical scanning devices or radiation beds or my very own bed.
* allowed myself to experience the raw emotion of anger. And noticed how very close it lives to sadness.
* let my husband put my kids to bed most nights for four months or maybe more. And do the dishes after. With a grateful (and tired) heart.
* weaned my third daughter in a way that I never expected. God, was she gracious.
* wore my pajamas during the day (this was harder than it sounds.)
* brought on tears in other people just by my sheer presence.
* read one beautiful novel.
* put my barefeet in the earth (and laid down on the earth) more than ever before. In fact, I felt a slight panic come on in anticipation of the first snow.
* watched a couple of movies during the day (once I accepted the pajamas thing.)
* experienced feeling alone and was also aware that this is undoubtedly and ironically the most common of human sufferings.
* created huge hearts in the snow and traced them while praying when my dear friend tragically lost her husband. It was all I knew how to do.
* became an aunt three times over. And each time a well of joy and hope for new life.
* began learning that the capacity to give love and to receive love has absolutely nothing to do with being perfect.
* said thank you and meant it probably more than ever in my life.
* made snow angels.
* had days when the only thing that would get me out of bed was the promise and purpose of a walk in the snow.
* let my family and friends take care of me and experienced the power of a strong support system (including my own practice of yoga and meditation and a darn good therapist.)
* Missed most of my girls' school events. And cried when I realized that I could go to my youngest daughter's pizza party at her school without fearing germs.
* got better at noticing the mental "pits" that can lead to great suffering (any thought that may begin with..."I should have...: if only I had . . . ; maybe it was the . . .")
* planned a cross-country road trip in my mind.
* began understanding that being with my own suffering (and delight) has the potential to widen my circle of compassion for other beings.
* found that it is often the grandiosity of nature that can bellow, "No. Big. Deal."
* started using a neti pot (albeit not religiously.)
NOTE: this list is certainly not exhaustive, linear nor do they imply that I have "mastered" such skills or insights; for many of them, it is just the beginning!
My 42nd year, I...
* started wearing rubber gloves to wash the dishes.
* practiced and practiced and practiced and practice . . . listening to my own heart.
* began drinking shots of 100% cranberry juice.
* had my left breast removed. And, day by day, got/get closer to my heart (but you don't have to have a breast removed to get closer to your heart . . . its just how I have had to flip it for myself.)
* had many bonfires in the Fall and, in connection with the previous star, had a spontaneous bonfire ceremony honoring my left breast the night before my mastectomy surgery.
* sat (literally) with my girls more than ever.
* found my voice in an unexpected way through sharing my journey with breast cancer via video messages on FaceBook.
* got the shortest haircut of my life.
* took seriously the job of opening my heart (on my yoga mat) so that I could receive all of the goodness that was coming my way.
* heard from friends from all different stages of my life and from years ago and was so deeply touched and dare I say transformed by people's goodness and generosity.
* cried in public settings more than ever and was so ok with it; in fact, I invited it in. One day I said to Matt, "I may just cry the whole day." And I pretty much did.
* hiked a mountain in the winter.
* took an exorbitant amount of medication and laughed at times when I would work to convince myself that I was just going through a really hardcore detox.
* threw three birthday parties for my three girls: a 2nd birthday, a 4th and a 7th (a little early.)
* found a prayer that really suites me: "om mani padme hum." (the jewel of the heart of the lotus.) And, although I probably sat less, prayed more than ever in unexpected places like on various medical scanning devices or radiation beds or my very own bed.
* allowed myself to experience the raw emotion of anger. And noticed how very close it lives to sadness.
* let my husband put my kids to bed most nights for four months or maybe more. And do the dishes after. With a grateful (and tired) heart.
* weaned my third daughter in a way that I never expected. God, was she gracious.
* wore my pajamas during the day (this was harder than it sounds.)
* brought on tears in other people just by my sheer presence.
* read one beautiful novel.
* put my barefeet in the earth (and laid down on the earth) more than ever before. In fact, I felt a slight panic come on in anticipation of the first snow.
* watched a couple of movies during the day (once I accepted the pajamas thing.)
* experienced feeling alone and was also aware that this is undoubtedly and ironically the most common of human sufferings.
* created huge hearts in the snow and traced them while praying when my dear friend tragically lost her husband. It was all I knew how to do.
* became an aunt three times over. And each time a well of joy and hope for new life.
* began learning that the capacity to give love and to receive love has absolutely nothing to do with being perfect.
* said thank you and meant it probably more than ever in my life.
* made snow angels.
* had days when the only thing that would get me out of bed was the promise and purpose of a walk in the snow.
* let my family and friends take care of me and experienced the power of a strong support system (including my own practice of yoga and meditation and a darn good therapist.)
* Missed most of my girls' school events. And cried when I realized that I could go to my youngest daughter's pizza party at her school without fearing germs.
* got better at noticing the mental "pits" that can lead to great suffering (any thought that may begin with..."I should have...: if only I had . . . ; maybe it was the . . .")
* planned a cross-country road trip in my mind.
* began understanding that being with my own suffering (and delight) has the potential to widen my circle of compassion for other beings.
* found that it is often the grandiosity of nature that can bellow, "No. Big. Deal."
* started using a neti pot (albeit not religiously.)
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