Musings & Miracle Whispers
When you forget what’s important, I’ll remind you
to connect to the everyday wonders of life.
“Gratitude is the foundation for all prayer. When you say thank you, you fall into grace.” –Bob Sima
Musicians who compose their own songs are constantly building a legacy, and this one is a pied-piper of Love. Bob Sima is part muse and the lyrics of his songs are worthy of printing on your heart. I share a few below in this tribute to him as an everyday beacon. His music reminds us to believe, to stand together, to be the change. It calms and activates. It moves us to dance and it moves through us to heal. It transforms.
I had the blessing of meeting Bob in person this summer, along with his beautiful partner & new bride, Shannon Plummer, a beacon in her own light. Together they bring harmony to a new level, and their work becomes a beautiful art form where breath meets music meets spirit. Their performances are more about transformation than entertainment, though I found it highly FUN to be in the audience as I watched them weave their magic and coax the audience to sing, dance, become the message they were whispering with their lyrics and tunes. read more…
Here, in the small moments of life, is
where your true legacy finds you.
Not grown of material wealth,
possessions passed along,
monuments built or dreams fulfilled.
Your legacy is shaped
in a thousand simple moments of giving.
A smile that springs from your heart,
a song that has to be sung,
a trust given, a hand reached out…
single beads of kindness strung together
to grow a generous life.
Your legacy is not a destination,
but an everyday journey to give
what your Soul knows is yours to give.
It is written in the hearts of every life you touch.
Touch with care and compassion.
Grow a legacy of love.
What does it take to grow a legacy? Perhaps it starts with simply cultivating a beautiful life. read more…
Stuck in the flotsam of the ocean,
the foaming-churning surface appearing
to hold what it wants to hold.
The invitation is here, always,
to dive deeper, beneath the pollution
that is the crux of everyday living.
We must choose to go to the depths
where treasure lies.
It takes disciple-like commitment to live in the deeper-higher-wider frequency
where waves are merged, no longer crashing through the debris.
Here, it is spacious and thick with a different kind of noise
that cannot be heard until you give up trying to hear…
until you let go of needing to speak
and simply invite the holy to move through you.
Then it’s nothing like what you had planned,
or what you might have intended to say
as you open your mouth or put your fingers to the keys.
The golden glow on the horizon is where you thought you were going,
but instead, you move up to the sky and look with bird eyes
onto the whole ocean of humanity
seeing the light that wraps around the earth’s turmoil,
beckoning it to drown and return to the One.
So you do the only thing you can…you let your eyes weep for what you see,
then invite your heart to walk the plank, jump once more into the deep waters.
You turn your mind toward Love and vow to show up
with as much emptiness as you possibly can
as you emerge into another day of living,
offering yourself as Soul-ution
for whatever is yours to give.
A preview from my new book, What is Enough? This passage flowed through after a session with my writing mentor, Stacy Nelson. She is amazing at helping me go beneath the surface to find a deeper message. I decided to share here for a couple reasons. One, because it feels like a good time to share. Two, because the book is taking longer to write. Three, because I didn’t want to wait.
At the center of my journey to ‘enough’ lies a breaking heart. It is not my own. It’s the heart of the world, a breaking that my deep sensitive nature has felt from the time I was young.
I feel the broken-ness of the world, of a humanity that is often focusing on the wrong things, I feel the pain of holding a vision of equality that is not being actualized.
I’ve been called a pollyanna, an idealist, overly optimistic. I am all these things.
But, more, I am someone who sees what the world can be, then patiently drops seeds and petals of truth to show you a different way. A way where we can all have enough, and be enough, if we will simply let go of our limited ways of being and open to a more vast way of loving one another, of loving our world.
I may not always show my inner fire, but it’s here, simmering beneath the poetry I share, asking you to wake up to a different way of being that is cast in a web of unity where we are all responsible for our one world.
What I’m really asking is for you to behave as if the world needs what you alone have to give…that something that may have gotten lost in the clutter of the less relevant parts of your life.
It may seem I am giving you beauty and simple words. Go beneath the surface into the essence, and you will find the more. Look for the treasure that is waiting when you turn off the noise of the ego and dive deep into the heart of humanity.
Because humanity needs you. It needs all of us to come together, for one vital and potent moment, to change the trajectory into one where everyone wins. read more…
Sometimes even nature doesn’t know when enough is enough.
The branches were bowing low, and I knew it was nearing time to pluck the ripening fruit. We pruned & pruned earlier in the spring, but you’d never know it from the hundreds of small round cherry-plums hanging heavy from our tree.
Then one day, it was simply too late. Three of the branches grew too heavy for their size…perhaps the tree weakened during last year’s snowstorm that claimed one of her main branches. Maybe our pruning was wrong or not enough. For whatever reason, the branches broke and I came home to that minor disaster.
We trimmed with love and a prayer that the tree would find strength again to keep offering her shade to our front porch. Then we set to work collecting as much of the fruit as we could from the broken branches.
Buckets and buckets of fruit. Gallons and gallons of plum juice. Some canned to save for another season. Some offered freely to neighbors, especially those who helped turn the plums into sweet nectar by patiently simmering the whole fruit down to liquid sunshine. read more…
At the Center of the world,
there is a meeting of zeros.
All directions meet here:
All paths converge
to a single point named, Here.
What if this is exactly where
you are meant to be?
The zero point. Where all begins.
Your feet, grounded in this moment.
Your arms, reaching to the sky.
The sustenance of life is not
to be found outside of you.
It lives inside this single moment
that says, here too.
Everything is here.
Everything is here.
Live for this moment. Kneel before it.
Find nourishment in what is given.
Take it all in.
Bring it into the Center of You.
This is where you are meant to be.
The introduction to my new book by this name…
We begin with nothing.
And, in that nothing, we are enough.
We learn to attach.
We separate from enough.
The layers accumulate:
emotional: was I loved enough?
physical: do I have enough?
spiritual: am I enough?
We acquire. We learn to want.
We believe there is security in having.
We cover the essence
(Reprint from May 2015) A miracle can be simply a sudden shift in perception that causes us to say WOW—an opening of eyes to a new way of seeing or being. This experience caused me to shift my attention (and my activity) for long enough that it got me thinking differently about a few important things. Mothering for one.
There they were: snuggled in a corner
right next to my garage door.
I could have easily walked right by,
missed the miracle of their soft presence.
At first, I simply watched, giving space &
knowing mama duck would be back soon.
She didn’t come, so I did what any
good mother would do…dropped all my plans,
gave them a bit of nourishment
and O P E N E D to the rest of the miracle.
My heart is still a bit tender for those darling ducklings that were, at least temporarily, abandoned by their mother.
To be honest, I’m still a bit astonished that mama duck could have left them in my driveway, where they most likely would have dehydrated had I not found them and saved them with a bit of water. (I can still see them splashing happily in the pie-pan as soon as I stepped back to give them space to drink.)
But nature isn’t always kind and things happen that make our hearts go owww. I don’t know for sure the babies were reunited with their mother. I do know they were revived enough by my temporary care to head back toward their watery home. My sense is that she was calling for them.
It’s a miracle any baby animal gets to survive the trials of growing up in nature. It can also be a miracle to wrap our hearts around a tender moment such as this. read more…
Ode to a Tree.
Rooted deep in earth,
her arms reach toward heaven.
Ancient. Wise. Life-giving.
A web of connection,
she breathes us into being.
Oh if we could be
as spacious as a tree…
strong but supple,
A huge glow of GRATITUDE to #TreeSisters for their highly successful campaign to plant a billion trees (every year) to stem the tide of climate change by reforesting and protecting our rainforests. (I found the photo through one of their shares, but unfortunately cannot find the credit. I’m using with appreciation for whomever planted this beautiful image in my heart.)
JOIN this global grassroots giving movement and make every day Earth Day. Love our earth. She’s more than just home…birth, death, and the space between. Let us be conscious of our impact on her, this beautiful womb of life.
With Love, Shining Sora
in the empty moments
before the day begins
there is a silent whisper.
listen carefully or you might miss it …
“Begin with Amen.”
thank this life for all that is holy
life wants this of you: to simply let go
to be so grateful … to be so open
to be so empty … to be so full
Welcome to Today.
(a re-share from last year…because it matters)
Spring has returned.
is like a child
that knows poems.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
Can ONE Word change a life?
Can ONE Person change the world?
Sometimes it feels like all the words have been said. I mix them up and let them flow in a slightly different order, but it’s apparent the words are the same.
Yesterday, a couple of words I don’t like to hear entered my awareness.
Apathy. Complacency. read more…
wisps of wonder
eyes now awake
i open my heart
to another day of loving
early morning quiet
deep breath of gratitude
the chaos of a waking world
inside this single blossom:
a peaceful heart
ahhhhh (and awe)
invites a simple reTurn
to the empty space
where miracles bloom
begin here…plant your day in Love.