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“Be The Expression”

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Sometimes life becomes as twisted as a vine. The tighter it wraps itself around one circumstance after the other it becomes hard to breath. Hard to understand. Hard to think. The desperation to reach and cling, and climb brings us to a standstill. In this place of resting we find the breath of life, and clarity begins to set in. We quench our thirst from a drop of the ocean, and we begin to see that we are a part of something much bigger then ourselves. We begin to feel the need for expression going deeper within where we feed on the nourishment we’ve collected along the way. In the process, we become a bud growing within instead of out. The need to express what we are becoming grows ever stronger until in the mist of all our twisted vines what we were created to be burst forth in all our beauty and glory.

We can become who we were created to be if we stop twisting ourselves up knots. If we stop fighting against ourselves and others. If we stop to listen to the voice…not calling in the wind…but the one that comes from within longing to be expressed through…you…and…me. 

“What’s Your Message”

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What kind of messages are oozing from you?

Just like body order, we each have our own unique smell about us. If we don’t keep ourselves clean that smell can become foul, disgusting or even offensive. In the same respect the thoughts we entertain and attitudes we live by become the messages that tell others…this is who I am…this is what I believe…this is what I think about. What you see is what you get, because the truth is what others see is what we show them. 

So the question becomes what kind of message am I expressing, and most important is that message reflicting my true-self?

“The Message Of The Raindrop”

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I’m sitting in front of my big bay window on this rainy morning. It’s one of my favorite places to sit especially when I can’t be outside. One might look out and only see what’s in front of them a bird-feeder, trellis, flower garden, holly trees, lawn and the church up on the hill that sits in right across the street. It’s a picture all our own. But I always look for something new I haven’t seen before, and I ask God this morning, what is it that you want to show me today.

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There it is a raindrop hanging from a leaf. I’m reminded that this one little raindrop is part of something much bigger than it looks. It’s an individual expression of the ocean from which it comes. Nature’s own reality show, and it’s playing right outside my window. But just as there is more to see then what meets the eye. I have to look within to get the deeper message. Just as the rain drop is a part of something much bigger then itself, so am I, and just as the raindrop has a purpose, so do I, and just as the raindrop is an expression of that from which it comes, so am I.

So just as the raindrop came to express its message to me today, I extend it to you.

“The Intent To Shine”

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“The sun, without intent or will or plan or sense of principle, just shines, thoroughly and constantly. By being itself, the sun warms with its light, never withholding or warming only certain things of Earth. Rather, the sun emanates in all directions all the time, and things grow. In the same way, when we are authentic, expressing our warmth and light in all directions, we cause things around us to grow.” -Mark Nepo *

Lately I’ve been reading a lot about being authentic. Being human we’re much more complicated than the sun and the flowers. They are what they were created to be without wondering what they have to offer. They simple do what they do best. The very question of authenticity takes us outside ourselves looking in comparison at others. Thinking I’ll never be as good as so and so, all the while missing out on who we are and what we have to offer the world. How can I shine my light on others? How can I be the expression of Love in which I come from? How can I wrap that warmth around others and help them grow? The sun and the flower show us by example and in their nonverbal language tell us…just be.

How? By looking within and recognizing what makes you feel the most alive when you’re doing it. Maybe you enjoy singing, playing an instrument, cooking, gardening, making crafty things, giving massages, doing Reiki, or writing, just to name a few. Anything we love to do can be used to warm someone’s else’s heart, light their day and help them grow into their own authentic self just by being who we are. There’s nothing more affective then showing rather than telling just as Mark Nepo’s does with his beautiful metaphoric writing about the sun and its intent. I wonder, can you see the picture he draws with his words?

*A Book of Awakening by Mark Nepo March 30 reading

“Let Your Light Shine Through”

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“At the center of our being is a point of nothingness which is untouched by sin and by illusion, a point of pure truth, a point or spark which belongs entirely to God.” —Thomas Merton

I often talk about the true self. I think the idea of it for some is a cliché with all the talk of about finding our authenticity. But in taking a non-interest in knowing what it means is like missing the train that takes you on a ride of discovery, you don’t even have to go far because it exist within each of us. Fr. Richard Rhor says, “A Zen master would call the True Self ‘the face we had before we were born.’” Our true self is our authentic self and it exist within our soul. Thomas Merton likened it to “a pure diamond, blazing with the invisible light of heaven.”

To find this place of centeredness, it’s important for us to understand the difference between our true self and our false self. You will know you’re living the false self when you recognize how hard you look on the outside for the answers that can only be found from within. When we search from the divinity that exist within, we join body with spirit as One. Our true authentic self is able to express the God that is within us. “That pure diamond, blazing with the invisible light of heaven,” and does it get any better then to know It desires to shine through us. .

“The Time is Now” A letter to Ann Landers

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These special days of remembrance for the people we have loved in our life can be so bittersweet. There are those who have gone before us that we wish we could hug one more time. Yet when we could have done so, did we make the time?I have this very old newspaper clipping found in the keepsakes of a loved one who passed away. It was a letter to Ann Landers column for Mother’s Day. The same thought can be applied to our Fathers as well. It’s Called: 

“Let me know it while I’m living”

Dear Ann Landers: 

I had a marvelous mother who loved me, sacrificed for me, and helped me in every way possible. All my years of growing up through college and eventually marriage, my mother was at my side. When I needed help with my little ones, she was there for me. 

Today, we buried that wonderful woman. Can you imagine how I felt when I returned from the service and found this poem in her desk drawer?

“The Time is Now”

If you are ever going to love me,
Love me now, while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings
Which from true affection flow. 
Love me now

While I am living,
Do not wait until I’m gone
And than have it chiseled in marble,
Sweet words on an ice-cold stone.
If you have tender thoughts of me, 
Please tell me now. 

If you wait until I am sleeping, 
Never to awaken,
There will be death between us, 
And I won’t hear you then. 
So, if you love me, even a little bit,
Let me know it while I am living
So I can treasure it now.

Now she is gone and I am sick with guilt because I never told her what she meant to me. Worse yet, I didn’t treat her as she deserved to be treated. I found time for everyone and anything, but I never made time for her. It would have been so easy to drop in for a cup of tea and a hug, but my friends came first. Would any of them done for me what my mother did? I know the answer.

When I called Mom on the phone, I was always in a hurry. I feel ashamed when I think of the times I cut her off. I remember, too, the times I could have included her and didn’t.

The world is filled with sons and daughters like me. I hope they see themselves in this column and profit from it. It’s too late for me, and I am sick with regrets. 

-Guilty and Heartbroken

I can’t imagine that my own loved one felt any lack of love from those of us that indeed loved her. Maybe though it was never said. Maybe it was always assumed that she knew. But it goes to show that even the most loved people need to feel back what we hold for them in our hearts. Love is not simple a word, our actions always speck louder than words.

“Congested Thoughts”

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“Quiet people have the loudest minds.”- Stephen Hawking

I used to be a quiet person. I guess I still am in many ways, but I’ve learned to let my mind speak for me through my writing. The mind is where our thoughts are created, and all creations have a need to be expressed. It gets a little crowded inside there when they can’t find a way out. Fighting to be heard over all the other thoughts, causes a loud shouting match inside our head. When it does find a way out, it often gets jumbled up in the excitement of the release. For me pouring those thoughts out onto paper makes room for clarity. That in turn allows my thoughts to flow with the creative expression they deserve. After all we quiet people have the loudest minds because we have so many great things screaming to be heard.