I take a deep breath.
I remember I am free.
I pause, and see
that nothing can hold me back
but my negative, self-limiting beliefs.
Then I remember
I am not my thinking,
I am an opportunity for life to know itself,
for connections to be made
for joy to be shared
for realizations to be had.
I am the potential for self-discovery
and the beauty that arises
from deep, authentic, unguarded loving.
When I remember the truth of myself,
for myself, within myself,
the beauty of this existence
enfolds me in Universal knowing,
and I can feel the most marvelous
potentials within me
growing, growing, growing.
Settling into the gentleness of night,
noticing my body asking for rest,
a wave of gratitude sweeps over me
reminding me of what is right in this world.
When my mind and heart are open enough
I can see that everything is right with the world,
and even the things I don’t like
or the people with whom I don’t agree
all have their place in this world.
My heart opens even further
and a perfect breeze stirs me to my depths.
I could spend my whole life
seeking to understand the mystery of this moment.
If I am strong, brave, resourceful,
If I know how to laugh with my whole heart,
if I know how to smile at a stranger
and speak to them until they are a friend,
If I know how to work hard in my home
and move with integrity in my world,
If I can speak my truth clearly and fearlessly,
If I can comfort those in need
and discover the solution
where others perceive problems,
If I can see the deeper meaning of all things
and love the essence of this universe,
it is because of you, Mom,
and everything that you taught me.
Thank you, a million times,
A cure for the days when it’s cold and rainy
and you’re in a funk:
A game called “One Hundred Things I Love.”
If you’re with a friend or several,
you can take turns completing this sentence:
Just keep going around and around
sharing what you love
until you can feel your mood lifting.
If you are by yourself, take a sheet of paper
and write I LOVE in huge letters at the top.
Then start thinking of all the things you love,
and write them down, one by one.
It only takes a minute
and you’ll feel a million times better…
no more room for an ick sauce funky mood!
hot chocolate on a cold day
kittens sleeping on my lap
kissing my children’s sleeping faces
wading into a cold stream in the summertime
watching a sunset over the ocean
writing in my journal
playing my guitar
a crisp, juicy apple
the sound of rain
walking in the woods
a gentle breeze
the smell of holly blossoms
riding my bike
and on and on and on…
Isn’t life AWESOME?
If you don’t think so,
play “One Hundred Things I Love”!!!
Enjoy world peace.
It does not need to be created,
it is already here, inside your heart.
No need to search for love…
Look into the faces of your beloveds,
see their eyes shining with love for you.
The labels you place on yourself–
man, woman, black, white,
Christian, Muslim, young old–
these are doors that slam shut
and keep you in a tiny room, confined.
Open the doors and step out of the room,
see the big, wide open world
full of possibility,
full of joy,
full of life.
What is the opposite of pretense?
Quiet, calm, radiating confidence,
lovingkindness, sweetness, joy,
Being in the presence of the monks
I’m reminded of what safety is,
and simplicity, and humility,
And it’s the inner beauty
that touches me far more deeply
than anything I look upon.
They taught us about impermanence tonight,
sweeping up the gorgeous mandala
and pouring the sand into the river.
What cannot be erased is the joy
felt by so many beloveds
sharing in this vibrant experience
of taking in such beauty
and letting it go completely.
And then it occurred to me
that it’s true, the old saying
about happiness being
a simple matter of
Take, for example,
earlier today when I was sweeping the floor.
I found myself in a negativity spiral,
tired, hormonal, not really wanting
to clean up a mess that other people made.
And then it hit me…
My eyes can see the crumbs,
the dried grains of rice,
the cat hair,
the tiny styrofoam balls
that scurry every which way.
My hands can hold the broom,
they know how to move it
to bring all these particles together.
Someone taught me how to do this
long ago, and my mind remembers.
I have a floor to sweep,
in a comfortable house that is mine,
a house that I share with a husband
and two beautiful children.
I enjoyed the feel of the broom handle,
its smoothness and coolness,
the swish swish
as it moved across the floor.
I enjoyed watching the floor
miraculously become cleaner, brighter,
magic by my own hands.
Yes, attitude really is everything.
Now for the toilets!