“It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.”
-William Ernest Henley, “Invictus”
And God is the compass that points the way.
It’s up to me
which way I sail,
Which way I go
Is where I’ll be.
Sometimes I feel
Alone at sea.
Inside of me.
I look for an answer
A narrow telescope.
There is nothing in sight
But a seagull
Why do I forget
Its easy to see.
It can’t get lost,
For its inside of me.
I am after all
Of my soul,
But it’s the compass
That shows me
Way to go.
I have to say that being in my 60’s feels like another coming of age experience. Oh, I know there’s lots of aches and pains. Things I can no longer do, but something within is changing on a deeper level. The term coming of age is often used as we go from the teen years into adulthood. But what do we really know at that age. It’s really only the beginning of experiencing life. What it has to teach us. Who we want to be. What we want to do. I remember when I turned 40 feeling like it was another coming of age experience. It was the beginning of truly getting to know, accept and like myself for who I was. I road into my 50’s with a little more confidence and understanding that it isn’t all about me, but about who I am in connection to something much bigger then myself, my religion and my calling. Now that I’ve been in my 60’s I feel lighter in many ways definitely freer. I sense this new coming of age is melding me together both body, mind and soul. This longing I have to simple “be” …it’s my soul calling to me.
I had a friend once who seemed to have it all. She was smart, well educated, successful, classy, charismatic, faithful church goer, involved, and giving in so many ways. However, when it came to her own pain and suffering she didn’t know how to let go of the control she used to make everything else in her life work so well.
I made her up a care bag full of things I thought might help her through this journey. It had a stress ball to squeeze when the pain got bad. Lavender Epson salts to soak and relax in the bathtub. Chocolate kisses to treat herself with a bit of decadence, and a Meditation CD to calm her thoughts enough to meet right in the middle with God. She loved the bag of goodies and was eager to try anything, but when I checked in with her a few days later she said that she didn’t know how to make any of it work for her. I knew right away what she was talking about. I’d been there myself many times. It’s because we get in the way, trying to take control of what we can’t do in the normal scheme of things on our own. As a matter of fact it doesn’t seem logical at all. I mean how can anything change if we don’t take control of the situation, right? Well how’s that working for you so far?
I tell myself It’s all about going deeper reaching within my soul to reconnect not only with the God who created me, but with everything else He created as well. Reeducating myself constantly to touch base with what I instinctively know, but sometimes forget along the way. Opening myself to trust in what I know in my heart, but can’t explain in words. I think how easy it is..when I get out of the way
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“Celebrating Of Life”
Who doesn’t want to wake up with the celebrated enthusiasm for life. I do! It truly is as easy as it sounds. However, the thing that makes it difficult is moving aside what stands in the way, and when we can’t move it, we need to find a way to rise above it.
When we are living within our own limited abilities as a humans, the ego state of mind, we often feel like the Whack-a-mole. What holds us up against that which knocks us down comes from a deeper connection within us. I call it our personal trinity, the mind, body and spirit. Some people will say that it is not me but the God within me that makes good things happen. This is true, but God also created us as humans with a mind all our own, and a personality to go along with it, and there is a purpose for all that makes up who we are. Our calling is to bring all the working parts God gave us together, and in partnership give to the world what only we can give.
Ego only wants to keep us in it’s grips. It tells us there is nothing else to see but the limited reality that’s in front of us. It’s always that which exist outside of us. Everything is connected. Just as Love works within all creation, we are called to be inter-connected with the same Love within us. In so doing we are able to reach out and extending that Love to one another. How beautiful to think the world could be if we lived within the means of our God given authenticity being the unique individual we were created to be.
Waking up each day remembering all that we have within us to work with . That trinity of mind, body and spirit all rolled up into one with no other intention but to extend the love from which we come. Now that’s a life worth celebrating everyday.
I have this rebellious streak in me, and when it is challenged, my ego is in its glory. Why, because it has my full attention and nothing else can enter in. It’s sucks me away from my soul, and I feel splintered from my own truth. I am captured by it like a bug in a spider web. I can go for days letting my rebellion turn into a fighting match. It usually doesn’t occur with actual people because I don’t like conflict. The battle goes on in my head about what I want to say, but don’t. I know that makes me passive, and maybe to some its not the way they would do things, but it keeps me from doing something I might regret. It gives me the time I need to find my way back to my soul. It’s only in this place that I can make the right choice about the things I am passionate about. That is after all where the rebellion comes from those things that we are passionate about. It is only when they are challenged that we can dig deeper into their meaning for us. Its one thing to believe in what you are doing and what it stands for. Its another thing to let that rebellious streak turn you in the opposite direction. So I fight the fight like we all do. In the end I have to ask myself what is the intention in my action.
Is it for the greater good of all or is it just to feed my ego. Hum!!!
And there I have my answer!
A Wagging Tail
A dog can seem like an insignificant animal to people who have no idea how wonderfully made we are. To think that a child could possible be satisfied with one of those mechanical toy dogs. You know the kind, they look real, bark, wag their tail and even walk on leash. You can pet the soft fur of the fake dog, but you can’t feel the warmth of our body as we snuggle up against you. You can touch the dry hard nose of the fake dog, but never feel the tickle as we sniff where you’ve been. You can see the pink tongue as it sticks out the fake dogs mouth, but never feel the wet sloppy kisses that tells you how much we love you. But to know what a real wagging tail means, is to know the heart, soul and personality of a real dog…like me.
Yes, I’m a lucky dog indeed for the dog God designed a tail that expresses a lot about me.
When the human and soul are in line our true self is able to be expressed. It is then that the veil is lifted and we can see clearly.