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In the Night of Uncertainty

Uncertainty came to me through the night of my soul.

“I am here to serve,” It told me.

“I do not want you here. Wherever you go, Uncertainty, fear always follows.”

“I am here to serve,” It told me again.

“That cannot be true, Uncertainty, for you blur the edges of my future until I cannot see them anymore.”

“This is my greatest gift,” said Uncertainty.  “Without a future you will soar away to Beauty.”

Realizing Uncertainty was here to stay I said, “But I am small and afraid. Without a future, where do I go?

How do I live?

What do I do?”

“I am here to serve,” said Uncertainty.

Frustration bloomed through each and every one of my limbs and the soles of my feet cemented in the Now of Being.

Rooted in place, the wind caught my attention and carried me.

Everywhere I landed Uncertainty greeted me.

“I am here to serve,” It said.

When the wind stopped, I had arrived.

The Dream looked different than planned, but it Loved me.  Infinite and true, it suited me better.

“I am here to serve,” said Uncertainty.

I looked Uncertainty in the eyes.

“Thank you,” I said.

Uncertainty met my gaze and vowed to always be with me.

Together, we carved grace from the Tree of Life.

Together, we held every possibility in the Infinite Unknown.

Together, we walked straight into fear until it transformed into Love.

“I am here to serve,” we said together.

 

 

 

 

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Dear One

Oh, Dear One,

You have given your best

Somehow, within all the constant motioning, you realized it was not real

You had to find the balance of living your fears and heartache while planting seeds of hope in the more of who-you-are

You learned turning away from tumult only makes it louder

Your humanity remains fixed

Forgive yourself for this

Grow your heart wider than the river of suffering on which you float

Even when your sorrow catches in the current, grow wider still

You will always land with soft feet and sunlit eyes by embracing the divinity of Love

For every broken dream, Dear One, has led you to the mountain

Before you would have climbed with all your might

But, not today

You know the beauty of the mountain is the same at all points and peaks

Grow your heart wide, Dear One,

Grow wider still

 

 

 

 

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As Silence Goes

As silence goes, it can only hold so much.  If you have not yet cleared away the muck, silence will slip away.

It is easy to avoid the quiet and lose yourself in the noise.  Noise makes little sense when filtered through the mind.

Noise becomes a message when filtered through silence.

Silence will break through the patterns until you are left with a singular truth.

You are hurting.

Someone hurt you.

You feel alone.

You are misunderstood.

You are not held in love.

All painful beliefs are symptoms of feeling separate.  None are more or less true, but the pain beneath them is real.

If we never allow our lives to pause, we will forever be at the mercy of our hidden beliefs and pain.

There will be times wise and loving action is required of us.

Yet, true alchemy begins in our stillness.

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Truth Collector

I am a truth collector.

A feather here, a shiny pebble there.

Gathering together words and phrases that most resemble wisdom.

My purpose is singular in this world.  Find anything that embodies truth and become that.

How do I know if something is True?

First of all, asking a question is a fine place to start but it makes no impact on Knowing.

Truth is felt.

It is anything that allows us to feel the enormity of who-we-are.  It can come to us in any form.  Sometimes it seems to appear as darkness, but with patience and practice, this becomes light, too.

The truer we are, the brighter the world becomes.

Until we burst forth with Love and all that remains is healing.

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Shining Through

My life as a story held everything.

There was sorrow and triumph.

There was joy and heartbreak.

Most of the story I glided through the chapters.  I followed the natural arc of obstacle-induced change, resistance-filled growth and ended on acceptance.

That’s how most of the story works until it didn’t.

Sometimes, embedded in a chapter, parts of the story froze.  It would ice itself over and become still. It was so slick, I hardly noticed it.

When I was faced with great joy/beauty/love, due to my soul’s partial deep-freeze, I shut down.  Sometimes, I shut down so much, I had to turn the page.  Sometimes I had to skip entire chapters and sections of joy in my story as my fragmented heart lacked the capacity to process it all.

Yet, I kept turning the pages until one day, a new part of my journey shone a spotlight on the iced-over sections.

Now, I know they are there.  On occasion, I feel a thaw but it hurts.  It hurts too much and I have to flip the pages forward once again.

I am willing to rewrite the past so that my future is clean and bright.

Love comes to us in every form.  It takes courage to embrace however it shows up, even in its most frozen iteration.

As we thaw our way to wholeness, the story becomes a melting away of self-identity right to the heart-center of the Light within.

Unchanged, unflappable perfection.  Gold already spun, shining through every ice storm imaginable.

Shining through as You.

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Feathers

Strength is not defined by exertion alone.

There is fortitude in the pausing, gaping space around the fear of your experience.

Change is not the answer.

Being present with life as it is holds a unique kind of safety.

Even a plummeting cliff fall becomes Loving if we open our hearts beyond our minds.

The wider the opening, the softer the fall.

Let the wings of compassion catch you and waft you towards healing.

Light as a feather you may recall you are unbreakable.

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Loved

A perfect sky of endless blue greeted me with no judgment

Within its infinite reach, the sky held space for the changing weather

Rain, sleet or thunder moved through it unencumbered

No judgment

Could my soul become like the sky?

Could I hold my humanity, in all its heartbreak and sunshine, and still be endless?

I looked to the sky for validation.

The sky did not answer me.

Instead, its vastness descended upon me and washed away my wondering

It did not change me or challenge me

It only welcomed all that I was, all that I am and all that I might be

Part sky and part Truth

Endless and finite

Beauty and fear

Held tightly and set free

Loved.

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