What if this is true…

THE WORLD AS ENERGY–CONNECTED

The world is made of energy
matter once thought solid and
true emerges and then dissolves,
an unseen matrix the birth mother

Our thoughts and emotions
the fertile seeds of creation, are
energy and matter entangled
invisible precursors to action,

Time and space are curved
particles and waves are
by-products of the observer,
the unknown humbling

My heart waves are imprinted
by your brain waves
to touch your mind I must
open my heart

We are creators, young
in our understanding, our
future dependent on how quickly
we learn it’s all connected

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2.13.07

If this is true, how do I embody it for the highest and best for all?

Stillness

Words don’t come
Ideas flow through
Then there is silence

There is a space
A quiet stillness
It just is

So different from
The stories, the doings
It’s hard to share

Yet it is who I am right now

From this place of stillness
Need to listen
To connect

My journey continues. I’m learning to be comfortable with stillness; to not feel I have to talk about what’s going on, current or past. It works better when I allow a the words to “arise or not” when I’m with someone. I learning that questions can be more connecting then statements of what I’ve done. I’m not good at asking questions yet. But I will be.

The Unexpected

This birthday
felt different.
It was a transition.
To what? I didn’t know.
I needed to celebrate.
Celebrate what? I didn’t know.

But friends heard me.
And, they showed up
bearing gifts, sending cards
taking me out for lunch,
taking me to an opera.

And then it came to me.
Filling me to overflowing.
And I let it in.
I felt loved!

The Universe has a way of gifting us when we least expect it. I don’t usually celebrate my birthdays. But this one felt different and I told my friends. They heard me and responded. And then, perhaps for the first time in my life, I felt loved…by friends and the Universe. It’s not that I didn’t know I was loved before, but I don’t think I took it in. But this time I got it. I felt loved. I still feel loved. The door to my heart opened. The Universe works in mysterious ways. I’m learning to trust it.

One Earring

One earring lost
Always from a favorite pair
The one “left behind” a tease
Reminding me of what was

There’s always the hope you’ll find it. This one has to be in the house. Or does it? How long have I been walking around with one earring? Does anyone notice? Why is it always my favorite pair? Why does this happen!!!!

Simplistically, maybe the answer is “Hey you, be more careful!”
But maybe, the loss is a reminder that the things you love can disappear at any time.
It’s a reminder to slow down, to really see & enjoy, to pay attention.

Life is precious. Even little things are gifts. May I take the time to enjoy, appreciate, to love…. May I take nothing for granted, even my earings.

After I wrote this blog, I received this from a dear friend:
“No amount of regret changes the past.
No amount of anxiety changes the future.
Any amount of gratitude changes the present.”

Without inner change, there can be no outer change. Without collective change, no change matters.

— Rev. angel Kyodo williams

OUT THE DOOR

Thoughts come and go
What is now is the treasure
Breathe, relax
This moment is sacred

I’ve started so many posts these past months and none of them made it to my website. This year went by at the speed of light. Insights came and then it was on to the next challenge. My past has been slowly moving out the door as I let go of things, old stories, cellular memories.

When I see how deeply some of my beliefs were held, I’ve gained compassion for those who are controlling, hurting others, unaware of who they truly are, of who we truly are. Compassion for those reacting to what scares them, to thoughts and feelings they can’t yet face. I exhale.

Today I’m letting go of “trying” and “Self-doubt”…both block me from staying in the moment, from opening to what’s to come. Again, not making something happen but rather opening to receive. Listening for the next step and taking it. It’s going to be an interesting year.

Waiting by Betsy Terrill