Archive | June 2018

The Pause (Part II)

Pause.

Breathe.

Repeat.

Where does the pause live within you?

Within is the only place it exists.

Sometimes, our outside world aligns with the vastness of the pause.

Your heart must be open to receive it.

A good place to start is in nature, or spending time around or near animals.

Anything that allows you to lose your place in the story of time lets the pause reveal its wisdom to you.

Sipping hot tea.

Birdsong.

A leaf fluttering from a tree.

Prayer.

Silence.

Joining minds with another who has lost their place in time.

Poetry.

Sunsets.

Waves that crash on the shore with fortitude and certainty.

The sky.

Meditation.

Holding a loved one’s hand while seeing their True Beauty.

Reading these words.

 

We will hold the pause together.

The Pause Part 2

The Pause

There is a pause that lives within us.  It is between our thoughts suspended in time.  From this pause arises all the wisdom we will ever need.  Stories of fear fall away and light enters our hearts when we are submerged in this pause.

We find grace in the pause.

It is habitual to be reactionary.  Without a pause, our anger spills forward with a force that carries away our reason and kindness.  The landscape of our lives becomes barren, scorched by the veracity of our fears.

When we live from our fear, we make mistakes.  Sometimes we use these mistakes as an excuse to cut our emotional insides to shreds.

But, a mistake is nothing but a mistake.

Pause.

Breathe.

Forgive.

Until you have forgiven.

Until you are forgiven.

Until you remember there was nothing to forgive in the first place.

Pause.

Breathe.

Repeat.

Love will find its way to you.

jamesjoyce1

 

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New Beginnings

What if today, if only for a moment, there was a total trust in life’s unfoldment?

Could you rest?

I cannot make any promises for you on life’s behalf.

Life knows better than we do.

Pain and loss often teach us more than laughter and joy.

Collect each experience, as best as you can, and place them in the basket of your soul.  The depth of these experiences will soon surpass your need for happiness.

For happiness is fleeting and leaves as quickly as it arrives.

Truth, the kind that holds our being together through the storms, can only find us when life is unexpected.

This is how we stretch and grow.

This is why endings sometimes hurt us.

All we have is this moment.

Best to leave the rest up to tomorrow.

 

 

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Beauty is Nigh

I have been climbing this mountain for a while now.  The path is uncertain and jagged rocks claw at my boots causing countless falls.

I am covered in dirt.

I am tired.

Yet, I keep going, keep pushing.  I am bound to break through to the light.

Hard work means success.

Hard work means success?

Why do I not see the progression?

Where is the top?  Is it buried in the clouds?  Will it never lend itself to me?

I have to keep going.

Think positive.  Be brave.  Keep moving towards the light.

My legs ache with exertion, my back caves into the pressure.  I am not sure how much further I can go.

In my tired confusion my eyes skim an upturned root a second too late.   I crash face first into the mud-covered path.  Pain sears through my skull as it connects to the ground beneath me.

I am jolted to a dead-stop.

Fear immediately washes over me.  No one has ever given me permission to quit.  All the heroes’ journeys are about motion.  Movement.  Doing.  Slaying. Fighting for your Life.

What about a journey that stops right in the middle?

Did I fail?

Am I a failure?

I give up completely.

The pain is too great to continue.

I have nothing more to give as this path has robbed me of my hope.

I flip myself over and sit squarely upon the very root that upended me.

My head tilts forward as the tears begin to catch at my feet, mingling with the puddles and earth below me.

Out of the corner of a tear-stained eye, I notice movement. A cardinal flutters nearby.  The bright red punctures the landscape with truth.

Once my eyes affix to it, she gently floats away so my gaze aligns with the path behind us.

All I see is beauty.

All I am is beauty.

The light filters in through the towering pines that flank the pathway.  This light dapples and dances across the greenery before us.

As I soak in the majesty around me, I understand that the only fear I was running from was my own.  This fear masked a deep, guarded pain that I keep hidden by always moving.

I have to stop running.

It is time to be still.

The only thing running gets you is tired.

Beauty is already here.

mariannewilliamson1