Sunday, December 4, 2011


The world spins like the hands on a clock, always tuning. Days turn into months; months turn into years; years turn into centuries, and so on. The lives of those on this planet play out in a similar manner, as we go round and round, through the stages of being, passing landmarks and opportunities.

If you don’t learn a lesson on the first time it passes, you will have another chance, just wait. The next opportunity is just a moment away. We can carry repeating opportunities with us in our memories. If you keep the lesson present, then the choices to learn continue to repeat in a moment to moment basis. We each know and recognize those lessons, the ones that we believe – if I change this, I will be happier.

Is the lesson instead, to learn to accept that certain choices are who you are, and accept that the lesson is learned, and yet – continue the behaviour? Perhaps that is why these choices grate on us so repeatedly; the lesson is not to change, but to accept. And is that lesson any easier?

Good question. Do I choose to pursue those questions now? Do I choose to pursue change vs acceptance now? Would that be an easier exploration? Yes. Maybe the choice is to accept that change is innate, that change is constant and that acceptance allows the changes to occur naturally, as our days turn into months. We cannot force the hands of the clock to move any faster, we cannot move the sun across the sky any faster. Why would we want to? We cannot change ourselves any faster either. We must take each step along the path to get to our destination. 

Some for a Lifetime

Some for a Lifetime; or many lifetimes. 
We allow people into our lives for a reason, season of lifetimes.
And so it is. As I enjoy the presence of these energies within my life and allow them to “be” while with me and I “am” while with them, the shadows fall away, and inside that safe space, we can play as children, sprites, and free spirits.

Being is the essential, being “what” is of little importance. Being of light we are. Lightness lifts us up above the mundane, and dances in the spirit.

Meeting friends that you recognize from this and many lives, that secure feeling, knowing that the other is, as I am. The love that we have built through the eons goes nowhere. It always was and always well be. Part of the universal love, we each are dealt our hand for each encounter. And many cards pass through our hands, and many cards pass through our hands again.
These well worn loves, these repeat loves, recognizing these comfortable patterns, that ease of communication is so restful

Sigh – Scratch - what more to say? Some end their writing if they have to think about it. I have chosen to write to a time or a quota, to achieve some kind of practice and create a discipline; allowing the words to fall on to the paper as they pass through my mind. Like I was once told about my words, that they land on my tongue without passing through my mind, my conscious filters that choked off any unpleasing statements, not functioning as I would fr from friend to friend, testing with words if they were worthy, instead of accepting and lovine as they are in peace. 



And yet, I anticipate – anticipation of events that I desire; anticipation of a week end with celebration.

These items are within my power. I can achieve events which I desire, I can achieve a celebration. I can celebrate each moment that passes each and every day, not needing to await the week end.

I can celebrate the achievement of desired objects and events, especially when the desired events are joy and celebration. It is a self fulfilling expectation, when we anticipate celebration of an event, and we celebrate the anticipation, then we can live in constant celebration and joy. Anticipate to me heralds joyful waiting. I anticipate, and continue…

It is like stepping off a cliff, anticipation. As you step you expect to land somewhere, safely, and trust this will be a place of preference and joy; like the tarot card, the Fool; like me in so many of my actions.

The joyful fulfillment of these steps has given me great faith in being who I choose to be, and allowing the creator to guide my steps.

anticipation (plural anticipations)
  1. The act of anticipating, taking up, placing, or considering something beforehand, or before the proper time in natural order.
  2. The eagerness associated with waiting for something to occur.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

For this I am truly Thankful


As I give thanks to the creator, who has co-created life, I reflect and I pause.

I only have what I am now. This is all that there is. There is the story of Everyman, the story of being, that is history. Those who don’t learn from history are bound to repeat it.

So it is in my life. I have been through a series of opportunities to learn from my history. Have I learned? Some things. Am I repeating my history? Some times.

Like the spiral of live, aging brings us closer to the center, the years whiz by, we are offered these obstacles again, we are presented with another opportunity to learn from our own life story.

History – Life story, one for society, one for me. And, history is an accumulation of life stories. How many billion life stories have there been? Certainly, with all the opportunities to learn, the consciousness of life must be rising to a higher plane. Someone must have learned from life story, or history, and chosen not to repeat it.

I am thankful that I live in a society where it is not always necessary for each to learn all. We can come together in community, and share our knowing. Perhaps, one of the greatest lessons can be to recognize whose story resonates most closely with the story of the self – my life story, and use that resonating life story as a mirror, peering deep within, under the hidden lessons, to see which stumbling blocks lie within in that story; and how the one overcame those stumbling blocks, turning them into stepping stones, creating a path that can lead the way for others.

We each are on separate paths. I am grateful that from time to time I discover a path created by another, which eases my passing from one lesson to another.

Thank you,

Monday, September 26, 2011


Pretending is like: "Fake it until you make it.” I prefer pretend, It is a much more playful concept.

In pretending the imagination is turned on and tuned in, you are invited to let your mind reach to the depth of creativity, and then encouraged to bring this into your reality, and play with in until it is honed to a sharp edge, becoming a skill and a practice. So, we can begin to practice pretending. What do you think that you would like to pretend today?

I will pretend several things, yet, I know that these things that I pretend are already a reality in my life. I must seek within to find a concept that I would like to pretend. However, I can put that aside for now, since I know that will come to me in a flash, as I have lit the spark of creation, and the father energy will give me what I want to pretend.

I feel so protected, as I can pretend anything. I can look back and think of what I have already pretended, and then realized.

My pretend friend is one entity who has been with me as long as I can remember; she was the “bad” one. I gave her a name that I choose to change. I will allow her to become a friend, not only of my childhood, but also of my whole life, so her new name is Barbara Holly. I am pleased. Are you Barbara? She can be my nom de plume. I can pretend to be her…

Thursday, September 8, 2011


Ritual, routine or ceremony? These concepts seem to reflect almost the same process, a series of words and actions repeated to achieve a particular result, like and experiment in Chemistry; follow these steps and you will replicate these results.

The most mundane of these processes is the routine – like the bed time routine: pee, wash your face, brush your teeth, take your night time nutrients, choose a book and off to bed. Practiced enough times, this routine initiates a mental and physical situation which makes falling to sleep easier. Think of all the routines we have in life. Most are life affirming, and yet many are life denying, like self destructive routines around drugs and alcohol.

Ritual is a routine around a spiritual or other concept, like a routine or ritual at the beginning of a meeting: opening the guide books, saying the proscribed words for the beginning of the process, standing or sitting at specific stages of the process. Ritual, like routine, has set patterns, often established by some outside guide or source.

Ceremony is routine or ritual involving Joy, a celebration, a coming together in the presence of like minded individuals to share with joy some transition or situation.

What if each changed the labels of routines and rituals and would call them Ceremonies? What if we inserted joy and celebration into the act of going to bed, or having that first cup of coffee in the morning? Might we then enhance every part of every day with celebration?

Ceremony – Celebrate with joy, with like minded people; live life as a celebration of your being.

Thank you

Monday, September 5, 2011

110905 Labor Day

110905        Labor Day
          Strange, when I think of Labor Day, I think more of the births of my sons, and the days that I spent in Labor. Gratefully, the details of those days are hidden by the joy experienced upon holding those sons, seeing the light in their eyes and smelling their breaths. That kind of labor needs to be celebrated.
          Celebration is where the heart becomes alive with joy. I celebrate each day, be it Labor Day or Thanksgiving, I give thanks.
          Holidays = Holy days; days to celebrate the holy in life, or wholly alive; being in touch with who you are, what your life means to you and where you are going. So maybe in could be Whollydays = holidays? Maybe not?
          Anyway, today is not a holiday in relation to any established religion; and yet, that is not so either. Since labor is a part of the whole, the old chop wood, carry water idea. In this society chopping wood in not necessarily required to heat your home, since there are others to do that aspect of labor for society. Each must arise, alert to the new day, and do their personal labor, be in beg in the streets, write a passage, make a deal or sit and enjoy a cup of coffee.
          Labor is not always laborious. It can also be joyful, and today I look to the joy that I have found in doing my labor, and I thank the creator for delivering me two such wonderful sons.