what if?

standing there in the gap between what you want and what you have, where you want to be and where you are. the gap can be jarring, it can feel immense, empty and daunting. standing there in the gap impatient, wishing that our ships did not always pass each other in the night. What if for once we did not pass in the night? what if our timing was actually perfect? what if our ideals were so aligned there was no room for separation? What if we took the chance, the leap? What if we sailed together? What if we sailed the ocean atop our wildest vision, our most intimate dreams and our most vulnerable fears? What if we filled every gap with unyielding love and we sailed blissfully together through the night. What if?

ode to ancestors.

I will with the assistance of my guides become aware of my personal needs, wants, thoughts and feelings and I will honor that, forever. I will honor it out of respect and love of self and I will honor it in reverence of those that surrendered. I will honor it in reverence of those whose submission allowed for me have a say, a choice. I will radically honor those on the ancestral realm for their bravery, their foresight, their love, their strength. Thank you! Thank you, God. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Angels. Spirits. Fairies. Warriors. Healers. Thank you, Rachel Manley and those that took on the role of a slave. Thank you, Gracie, Jasper, Albert, Julia. Thank you, Maya, Martin, Malcolm, Paul, Langston, Fred, Harriet, Sojourner, Nat, James, Amadou. Thank you, Trayvon. For those that I have omitted, I welcome you. I thank you and I ask that you reveal yourself to me. With love, reverence, and gratitude. A’se.

was the wrapping paper that important?

I know lately you have been second-guessing yourself. You have been feeling the aches of the parts of you yearning for healing. You have been emotionally needy. I know that you want to be loved in the exact way you can feel it, that cuddly doting love you yearn for. I watch the way you love others, somewhere deep within hoping they mirror. Hoping that it clicks for them that the physical reassurance is what grounds you, calms you and beams you up in ways you have not been able to explain. I know, I really do and I want that for you too but darling make sure you leave some room for yourself to feel the love that your people know how to give. Everyone is wired differently, not everyone is an intuitive empath with a wide open heart that can sense what is needed. That does not mean they love you or care for your any less. Sometimes it all looks totally different than what you think you want and need. Sometimes what you want is not what is needed for your optimal healing and growth. Sometimes different may feel lesser. Sometimes different doesn’t measure up but that’s only because of your attachment to things going a certain way.

Imagine it is Christmas morning and you’re giddy. You wake up early and rush to your gifts and they are in gift bags but everyone should know that wrapping paper is your thing! Maybe there’s a feeling of sadness, frustration, or even upset because you do not get to tear through that wrapping paper like you were looking forward to. Meanwhile in those gift bags are more than you even thought you wanted but because it is packaged different than you would have preferred, you lose appreciation before experiencing the joy and love inside. Once you experience what’s on the inside you must ask yourself the question, “was the wrapping paper that important?”  and if it was, fine. Be attached and please consider the damper it puts on the spirit of the one loving you the best way they know how. Consider the happiness it sucks out of your life. The attachment to things being a certain way ultimately stifles the purity and the magic of the love being offered. So I’ll ask again, I will ask over and over was the wrapping paper that important?

Sometimes goodnight looks like thank you.

And sometimes do you want more food is I love you.

inspired by my maharishi.

 

we wear the mask.

We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
       We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
       We wear the mask!

abracadabra.

Stay postured for a miracle. The miraculous is all about us. Everywhere we turn there are miracles happening. The key is to remain in a posture to experience and receive the miraculous. A posture of gratitude, wonder and belief. Belief in what you ask? If you want to experience the miraculous you have to believe in magic. ✨

#abracadabra

Abracadabra is Hebrew for I create as I speak. perhaps ponder this:

What miracles am I creating with my words?

spoiler alert: if you already know for sure how it will go, the miraculous will not have much room to WOW you.

Be wowed! Peace.