The Donut Hole is Closed

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This morning I parked myself in my Lazygirl with an ominous sense of quiet dread that mid-afternoon might arrive before I even started writing today’s blog.  What shall I write?  What can I talk about?  Has the well run dry?  I sit.  I wait.  I listen.  Nothing.

An unsettling thought silently creeps in.  I’m staring down into the donut hole again.  Somehow, I’ve slipped into uh-oh territory without realizing it.  I wake up, look around, and here I am again, like it or not.  How did I get here without my permission?   I have no idea.  All I know is that I don’t like it.

It might have been a gradual slip that occurred while I wasn’t paying attention.  I may have inadvertently allowed myself to dip into the sneaky, dark inner recesses of my mind that takes great pleasure in undermining me, that distracts me from my path and purpose.  I might have been listening to the wrong voice again.  Yep.  I might have done that.  Note to self:  Be vigilant.

The light goes on and I realize—oh.  This is what I write about today.  I’m back now, with the opposite problem.  There is so much to say in 600 words or less that I don’t know where to begin.  Or end.

I could talk about lights that go on in the dark, or about the importance of developing an up-close and personal relationship with one’s inner self, or about having a sense of knowingness that all is well, or of faith, guidance, or grace, of awareness, or of being woke, as they say these days—I’m not quite sure what that means, but I guess it’s a good thing.

Out of all of it, what has been the most important aspect for me is developing an inner relationship with my soul, the part of myself, that loves me as I am, supports and guides me, that supplies grist for the writing mill, and above all else, redirects my attention back to my path and purpose when I lose sight of it, when I am at risk of tumbling headfirst down the donut hole.

In the midst of the world crisis in which we are living, there are donut holes everywhere I look.  They come in all sizes, shapes, and forms, and their name is fear.  They involve us personally, and they involve the world in general.  If we allow it, we’ll all find ourselves clumped together in a heap at the bottom of the hole.

But wait!  Before sinking down into the hole, stop and think for a minute think about how powerful you are.  Think about the fact that there is something within you that contains the wisdom of the ages.  Think about your ability to turn on the light within yourself to lift yourself out of the darkness, and in the process, light the way for others.

For a brief moment this morning, I forgot who I was and found myself sitting alone in the dark fretting about the subject of today’s blog.  Now, as I come to an end, I am reminded that there is within me, a voice of wisdom that is always there for me, offering the quiet assurance that there is nothing that I need because I have everything, and that all I must do to hear it is sit down, be still, and listen.  There is no crisis that is too big for the power within.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

The Road to New Normal

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Oh my.  The day is half gone—well, not really—it’s only 8:35 am but I’ve been up since 5:30 frittering away time.  Well, not frittering, exactly—it’s been productive, but still—even in spite of still being confined at home, the hours seem to cave in on me and before I know it, the day is over and I’m left wondering where it all went.

It’s a funny thing—before I retired and hung up my working duds for the very last time, I was really concerned about how I would keep myself busy for 20 or 30 years without a job to keep me occupied.    Oh, silly me—what did I know?  Whoever said that “life is alike a roll of toilet paper—the closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes” got it right.  The faster I run the farther behind I get, even with nowhere to go.

So much to do, so little time.  When the world reopens and we’re living our new normal life, how will I be?  Will I lunge back out there again in the hustle and bustle of it all, running around like a rat in a maze searching for the cheese? Or will I be sitting at home in my Lazygirl sucking my thumb hoping to never leave home again?  Is there a balance somewhere in between?  I don’t have a clue about any of that yet, but it behooves me to figure it out soon because someday the world will be open again, and when that happens, I want to have a game plan.

This at-home time has brought me the awareness that if I don’t “do lunch” with friends several times a week, I won’t die from it.  The world will not end if I have to get in the kitchen and cook a meal for myself.  I don’t have to answer the phone every time it rings, or respond instantly to the emails that flood my inbox.  If I run out of eggs or butter, I’ll make do.  Toilet paper and coffee—well, that’s another story.

I want to crank up the energy to do the stuff that I’ve been putting off by using the too-busy­ excuse.  I want to find the balance between writing a daily blog while also getting a grip on the rest of my life.  I catch myself in the act of wasting precious time and I don’t want to do that anymore.  I want more paper on the roll, I want to expand time.  I want to increase focus on doing what is good for me—exercise, eating a proper diet, meditating, resolving to strive for a higher and higher awareness all things spiritual.

I want to resign from the world of perpetual doing and move into a state of beingness because out of that glorious state of being, time expands and the doing becomes effortless.

So that’s my story.  How are you doing?  Have you figured it out yet?

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

Am I Dreaming?

 

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I love to ponder the question of reality.  As I sit with fingers poised on the keys of my laptop with my feet resting comfortably on an ottoman, I savor the sensory pleasures of a steaming hot cup of coffee, sunlight that warms my toes through the window, and the whiff of Spring in the air.  It’s all very tangible, very real, very comfy.

When I go to sleep tonight, the laptop, keyboard, and ottoman will all disappear.  They will simply vanish into the ethers.  Poof.  Gone.  Suddenly my daytime reality will slip away and I will live a different dream, one that is as real as the one with the laptop, sunshine, and coffee.

Sometimes my nighttime dreams are so real, so tangible, that when I try to start conversations with friends or relatives who played a starring role, I am met with a look of disbelief and told that such an event never happened.  It was only a dream.  Or maybe a nightmare.  Really?  Who knew?  Am I crazy?  Maybe.

As I try to discern the difference between real and unreal, another question comes to mind.  When I take my final breath and leave this world, will I awaken into yet another dream and find that this life, this so-called reality that I am currently living will vanish and be nothing more than the vague memory of a fleeting dream?  Will I awaken from one imaginary world and find myself in another—one that is more tangible to me than this one is now?  Or will I find myself sound asleep in a black hole in space?

These are heady questions indeed, but so worth pondering.  I can see that a reader might get lost in all of this talk of dreaming, as I sometimes lose myself in living life amidst the confusion of all of my own dreams.

A lucid dreamer has the ability to change the course of a nighttime dream while it is still in progress.  This is a learned skill, one that I have not yet mastered—but I’m working on it.  In my awake daytime dreams, I call it making in-flight corrections.

Though I may still be in kindergarten with my lucid nighttime dreaming skills, I am making good progress in my effort learn how to turn my current daytime dream—or lifetime, or reality, or whatever one may wish to call it— into happy dreams of love rather than unwelcome nightmares of fear.

I can alter the direction of my world and the world at large by choosing and changing the direction of my thoughts.  I can fill my head with visions of a beautiful harmonious, new world populated by characters who share a common dream of love, of people who know the Truth, who dream the same dream, who believe in the same reality—a reality of a new Heaven on earth.  Oh how I long for the day . . .  we are so close.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

If We Can Dream It, We Can Build It

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The sky is not falling.  The roof is not caving in.  No, we are just under construction.  We are tearing down for the purpose of rebuilding.  Well, that’s the way the horoscopes usually say it. . . .

Today I feel this overwhelming urge to say, “Hey—as long as we are rebuilding, let’s have a say in the design of the new future.  Let’s use our collective intelligence, passion, vision, and imagination to recreate the world in a way that we would like to have it be.  Let’s use our minds in a positive way rather than focusing on the fearful thoughts that bring the risk of turning themselves into self-fulfilling prophecies.

When I was an outside sales representative in Washington, D.C. years ago, I encountered an old man on the same street corner every day wearing a helmet and holding a gigantic placard with tiny writing.  The gist was that the atmosphere was filled with negative radio waves and that his helmet was protection against the toxic energy emitted by it.  Everyone should be wearing helmets, he said.  Well, obviously, the man was a little off.  Or maybe a not.

But here’s the thing.  His helmet and rambling placard were the catalyst that jolted me into a new awareness.  What if there was some truth to his ramblings?  What if I was walking through life wearing a broadcast helmet that blared my every thought out into the universe and everyone in it?  What if every friend, loved one, and passing stranger heard every ugly, spontaneous thought that popped into my head?  Oh egad!  Just think of the ramifications!  Maybe I should wear a helmet to protect myself from my own thoughts, as well as those from others.

There is no hiding from our thoughts and much as we might like to think so, we cannot hide our thoughts from the universe.  On some level, we are broadcasting our thoughts for all to hear, and there is an always an impact, like ripples in a pond.  The most important thoughts that have the greatest impact of all are those that we have about ourselves.

Ah but I digress.  Every thought has creativity and power within it, and every though has meaning.  We can use that powerful energy as a construction tool to create whatever we want, but first we must create a blueprint and build upon a solid foundation of love rather than a shoddy, haphazard foundation of fear.

Fortunately for us, there is so much help available to us as we seek to find our way through the debris left in the wake of so much destruction.  Just as we are locked within our homes during this universal crisis, the answers we seek are locked within ourselves waiting to be set free.  Seek and ye shall find.

We are standing together at the crossroad of the past and future, and together we can use our God given power and ability to help build the bridge that will get us safely across.  We are under construction, following the blueprint of a Divine Plan.  Trust. Have faith.  All is well.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

 

The Quest for a Happy Ending

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The following is an excerpt from a newsletter that I sent out to the residents of my condo building on June 30, just two days after the tragic shooting at the Annapolis Gazette. Though you may have read it before, sometimes it helps to be reminded that each one of us makes a difference in our world.  There is a revised ending–just so you know!

On Thursday we were reeling from a senseless tragedy that occurred right here, a mere four miles away from our own front door, in a building where many of us go to doctors and dentists.  It doesn’t get very much closer to home than that.  At the risk of sounding uncharacteristically negative, today I am feeling rather powerless and hopeless as I process all that is happening in our world today.   The horrendous murder of innocent people coupled with a pervasively negative political climate is turning our country inside out.   If I think about it or dwell on it too much, it almost seems more than I can bear.  Perhaps some of you may be experiencing similar feelings.

As I sit with heavy heart, I am aware that my mind tends to run away with itself by indulging in negative thinking.  I am not helping the problem—indeed, I am adding to it by allowing an insidious underlying fear to infiltrate my mind and dominate my thought process.  A smile is catching.  So is fear.

I don’t want to be responsible for spreading the disease of fear, for truly, it is a disease. It robs us of peace of mind, a healthy outlook, and hope for a brighter future.  Instead, I am going to shift my mindset into one of looking beyond the appearance of what is, and instead focus on what may be, and of what is possible when we focus on love rather than fear.  I invite you to join me in adopting and maintaining a higher vision of a better, safer world.  In horoscopes, it is often written that sometimes we must “tear down in order to rebuild.”  Life on our planet may never return to what it once was, but I am holding a vision and keeping the faith that one day it will be rebuilt into one that is even better.  Please, please help to speed the process by focusing on what’s right rather than on what’s wrong, on light rather than dark, on love rather than fear.

If this post speaks to your heart, I hope that you will share it with others who may find solace and comfort in knowing that they too can make a difference in a world in such need of love and peace.  Please pass it on.  We need all of the help and hope that we can get.

To borrow a phrase from yesteryear, “Make love, not war.”  Stay strong and nurture your spirit with thoughts that lift you up into the hope of a happy ending.

Peace, blessings, and love to all.

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