Do not lose heart, we were made for these times. —Clarissa Pinkola Estes
It might seem inconceivable to feel joy and gratitude
when so many others are grieving
but I promise you that your happiness
is a great medicine that this world yearns for.
Open your eyes, look around you,
let your heart open and be glad.
The events that cause so much suffering
give you an opportunity to know who you are,
what you stand for,
what is important to you,
what you are capable of,
what you must do.
Let the world’s sadness
awaken the soft spot in your heart
that you may feel compassion for all beings.
Breathe deeply, and let this breath of peace
stream out in all directions
blessing the world with your presence.
It might seem to you otherwise,
especially in moments of crippling doubt—
but you are a magnificent, talented,
powerful, unique, essential part of the whole.
Your job is to be yourself,
because we need your joy to know our own.
Don’t become lost in your grief;
this sadness is one drop in the infinite
ocean of consciousness.
But if you must, let yourself grieve
until you feel the sun on your skin again.
Let your grief open your heart
to the suffering of others.
You are stronger than you know.
is an open door.
enough of them
and you might begin
to have an inkling
of the magnificence
of the Universe,
the vastness that exists
what you think
you already know.
Sometimes I stop and realize
I’m still waiting for things to get better.
What does that mean anyway?
This kind of thinking is so unconscious,
because, why would I want more than this moment?
This moment is all we ever have.
Why would a different reality be better than this one?
Reality is what it is, always and forever.
The only thing that changes is my relationship to it.
When I wake up to my unconscious thinking,
take a deep breath, open my eyes, and look around,
I am so blessed.
Just when I thought I had no more energy left,
there it is, rising up in me to get something done.
How does this work? Is it motivation alone?
To take a full breath in, you must first exhale to emptiness.
To live a full life, you must die to empty expectations.
It’s simple really. What do you have to give?
Give all of yourself, and quickly.
Empty yourself of everything you have.
Life will come rushing in to fill you again.
Giving of yourself completely
and feeling the pull of contraction
only means you’re ready to receive
what life has been longing to give you.
Embracing the necessity of emptiness
as it blossoms into gracious receptivity.
This is true fulfillment.
Every day, for over five and a half years
I have shown up for my meditation practice.
I have become predictable.
I will rise from my comfy bed
sit upright on a cushion filled with buckwheat hulls,
set a timer, close my eyes and breathe.
Every time I have felt grateful for my practice,
for the stillness and the peace
and the perspective it brings.
For the gift of discipline
and the sense of stability
in a chaotic world…
For the proof of my existence
beyond my body and the outer world
and the realization
that I always have exactly what I need…
I needed to cultivate discipline
to maintain my practice,
and now that it is there,
I realize that this discipline can help
in other domains of my life.
I began writing daily
because of my daily meditation.
I saw that I can all at once
trust the unfolding
of this miraculous life AND
simultaneously reach out
for that which is dear to my heart.
Who every knew that something so simple
could be so valuable,
When the NaPoWriMo prompt suggested writing a poem about something that happens over and over again, my mind immediately went to my meditation, because that happens every day.
The power of changing my own narrative
empowers those around me
to change theirs as well.
It’s astounding to see
how when I step into my own potential
I get to witness others doing the same.
We are all reflections of each other
and we are all in this together.
Any work I do, large or small,
ripples out in countless directions
and has an effect on the world around me.
I take great care choosing the kind of work I do
so that I can see suffering alleviated
and joy expanding boundlessly.
I am not only the creator of my Self,
I am also the creator of my universe.
I write the story of a beautiful reality,
in which we all treat each other with kindness
and we take care of
our precious little blue dot called home.
May I keep repeating the story of joy
and witness the perfect unfolding
of this world I’ve created.
With so many possibilities
how can we choose
where to go
what to do
what to say
and to whom?
But choose we do,
we are making a choice.
If we were to zoom out
and look at this life
from a different perspective,
we’d see that we are on a tiny blue dot
in a small galaxy
somewhere in the
inconceivably vast expanse of space
in a universe about which
so little is known.
We can make a big deal of ourselves
or we can take ourselves lightly.
We can be blasé about what we have
or we can see how precious this life is.
It is always a choice.
Friends, take a deep breath
and choose wisely.