Tag Archives: awareness

Mindset Training

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Mindset training…
That’s all this really is.
Because our realities
are formed by our thoughts,
if we don’t like what we see
we need to rearrange how we think.
I’m not saying that we tolerate
the intolerable, oh no.
We aren’t being apathetic
to injustice or tyranny, nope.
A proper mindset
keeps us aware
of our power
and shows us how to wield it
in the wisest of ways.
I choose now
to be a stand for what is good
in the universe.
I see that good.
And I do everything in my power
to help others to see it
and express it
for the benefit of all beings.

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The Greatest Miracle

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Early this morning
I took a deep breath
and I asked my heart
some questions.
Why was I surprised
when the answers
were so sweet, gentle,
and simple
that they pointed me
back home
to the truth
I always knew?
I suppose I had bought in
to the idea that miracles
were these huge displays
of cosmic power and grandeur.
Now I know better.
Now I know
the greatest miracle
is a simple recognition
of the tender heart
of awareness—
quiet,
gentle, sweet—
the heart in all of us.

So Many Reasons to Celebrate

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So when I discover
that I have no real reason to stress
I also discover
that I have many reasons to celebrate.
I woke up this morning.
I sat in meditation, ate breakfast,
felt another cycle beginning
in my body…a time of release.
I taught yoga in the morning.
I taught again in the afternoon.
And I taught yet again in the evening.
I celebrated with colleagues,
I connected
even when the old scared part
told me to run away.
And when I took the curve too quickly
and even when my car began to skid
somehow, somehow
I was calm; I knew how to steer,
I stayed on the road,
and without missing a beat,
kept listening to my friend.
I came home to my children.
My car wasn’t wrapped around some tree
in the cold winter wood, in the dark night.
I’m in bed, freshly showered, warm,
comfortable, tired.
Yes.
I have many reasons to celebrate.

Retreat Day 5: Integration

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Soon we’ll be heading back home.
How will it feel
to leave the warm Arizona desert
and return to the reality
that awaits me back home?
What do I do
when home doesn’t feel like home?
It’s cold in Maryland.
My husband and I are meeting with
the mediator next week.
I still grieve the loss of our friendship,
the loss of closeness, of trust,
of a shared future.
I want to have answers
but that’s not how this works;
I’m living my path
day by day,
moment by moment.
I want to see the whole
trajectory of my life,
but all that is ever revealed to me
is the next step forward,
just one step at a time.
So I take one step.
That’s all I can do.
My deep wish
in this moment
is that the magic I felt
while here
will be so integrated
within my Self
it will stay with me
and live in my heart
as I turn towards
what waits for resolution,
opening to what is.

Suddenly I Remember

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I keep thinking
I’m not doing enough.
I should be go-getting,
job-hunting, interviewing
CV revising, buckling down,
buttoning up,
preparing myself
for the world of work.
My heart sinks to think
of losing time with my kids,
of giving my time to something
that saps my energy
to have the funds
to make ends meet.
I get caught up
in a whirlwind of thoughts.
I pray to God.
God says, BREATHE.
Suddenly I remember
panicky thoughts
never got me anywhere.
Suddenly I remember
It’s going to be okay.

Your Body Will Understand

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Try this
if you’re feeling depleted
and wanting
to experience abundance:
Consider that whenever you’re experiencing abundance
you’re also having the experience of being fully alive.
Breathing sustains the physical and emotional
experience of being fully alive
by reinforcing the perception
that life is movement,
a constant transition from
fullness to emptiness.
Try breathing slowly and deeply a few times.
Even if your mind doesn’t,
your body will understand
exactly what I mean.

The Home Within

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I can make peace with myself,
really love myself,
and then I don’t have to be
an approval junkie any more.
It’s when I have rejected myself
that I look outside for some proof
that I’m okay. Will you tell me I’m okay?
And then really, what then?
You tell me I’m okay—
will I believe you?
Will I need you to keep telling me
over and over again?
And the minute you stop,
will I not be okay anymore?
In the end, freedom is
being at home with oneself.
We can invite visitors every now and again,
but they can’t give us true belonging.
The real sense of welcome
glows from the hearth of the home within.