Musings & Miracle Whispers
Celebrating & Connecting to
the simple, miraculous, everyday wonders of life.
Today was beyond words.
From sunrise to sunset,
it was pure WOW.
Celebrating birth. Honoring death.
Connecting with friends.
Being a catalyst for clean water.
Basking in LOVE all day through.
A perfect kind of day.
I wrote this simple note on Facebook yesterday, then woke up in the middle of the night…thirsty.
I had been dreaming about water.
I got up, drank a glass of water, and went back to bed.
But I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about all the ways I take this simple convenience for granted.
In the course of that single, almost-perfect, day … I drank my morning glass of clean, safe water. I brushed my teeth, took a shower, shared tea with a friend, leaving my glass of clean water unfinished on the table. I got my car washed, took a walk by the river. More water. I had dinner with friends, 4 glasses of crystal clear water sitting between us on the table.
What made this day slightly less-than-perfect is that I wasn’t fully aware of those simple, almost invisible blessings I was receiving at the time I was receiving them.
But I’m hyper-aware at the moment. I even got up in the middle of the night to write this because I didn’t want to forget.
There is a treasure in you…
a deep quiet that surrounds
all the shiny objects stored
in the crevices of your life.
Here, in this still center
is where the adventure begins:
a hunt for the Diamond
that is the essence of You.
Open your heart wide in wonder;
let Stillness be your guide
when the clutter of the world
begins to crowd your joy.
Let go of everything if you need to,
just hold on tight to what you love.
Now let even that go.
When it comes back, you’ll know it’s Real.
So much of life and love is about holding on. We spend our lives attaching to things we can love: family, friends, partners, ideas, art, projects, possessions.
But what if the only reason we are attaching and creating is for the ultimate life lesson that will take us to something even greater?
What if the only way to experience this ultimate life lesson is to LET GO of everything we thought we loved, so we can open more completely to a truer love…the kind that knocks us to our knees in devotion while calling our Souls to soar.
Life is made of thousands of moments, and when we are so busy striving and chasing dreams, it’s easy to miss the essence of those moments.
Perhaps it’s time to slow down, savor the stillness, let go of what we are hanging onto so tightly and simply open our hearts wide to what is already here.
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Find your treasure in the simple, still moments of your life.
Snowflakes falling, white on white.
Twinkling lights, brightening the night.
Fires burning to keep us warm.
Hearts opening, friends linking arms.
The space between notes, a silent sigh.
Smiles between neighbors, stars up high.
A memory of childhood, a cherished book.
Saying ‘I love you’ with a meaningful look.
Winter berries against a brilliant blue sky.
Love so big it makes you cry.
Through all the chaos and holiday noise…
Make time to cherish these simple joys
Have you lost your holiday twinkle?
It’s easy to do when the noise of the world interrupts our stillness, and life is so full that we forget to even look up to notice the beauty.
I was standing beneath this Mountain Ash tree the other day, texting my daughter, when I felt a plop on my head. Then another. At first I thought it was hail. When I looked up to see these bright red berries against a brilliant blue sky, I laughed out loud.
Then, silently admonishing myself, I put my phone away and went for a walk.
What is it about these made-up days
that creates such a whirlwind…
a holiday daze?
Black or White, buy Cyber
or get in line for the low-price fight.
Do the Gratitude Wrap-Wrap-Wrap
Turn off the excess for simple joys.
Embrace a different kind of noise.
This is what I have to say:
Gratitude is here to stay.
It’s your way, come what may. OK?
Gratitude. Every. Day.
Sometimes I feel like a broken record (maybe that’s why my opening poem came out as a rap song this month) … but I went into overwhelm this past month and for a time forgot to practice gratitude.
I decided to consciously dis-connect from the flurry of emails for Thanksgiving, Black Friday, Cyber Monday, and Giving Tuesday to go into the mountains of Idaho to remember.
It’s not easy to be ‘everyday’ grateful. It takes commitment and resolve to find our way back to being thankful when life brings challenge and conflict.
We forget to say Thank You, or we say the words, but they lose meaning. Yet, still we ‘practice’ and continue to say Thank You, Life … even as our heart is breaking into a thousand pieces.
Gratitude is the golden thread that stitches all the pieces into something beautiful.
Every time I find my way back to gratitude, it’s a feast for my Soul. Perhaps this is the true Gift of our Thanksgiving holiday.
So keep passing the gratitude around, no matter how FULL (or empty) you are. It’s kind of like jello … there’s always room for more.
I Give Thanks for you, Sor’a
“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…