Tag: awareness
Between
Between my hand
and your hand –
between doing
and being –
between yes
and no –
between the beat of the heart
and what the eyes see…
there is space.
Its gift is as big
or as small
as is our ability to be awake
to the quiet that reveals it.
One knows when they have encountered
a soul who is
acquainted with this space.
For to be in their presence,
is to be
showered with unconditional Love,
grace and attention.
Souls who have done the work,
know deeply that
our travels in life
are best navigated when
there is no rush
between this
and that.
Life is best lived with joy
when our inner brake
is awake
and effective
and we are watchful
of the spaces.
So, be alert to the openings.
Honor them.
The dance of life awaits.
Ask yourself this –
what lies between each breath taken?
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
The Art in Stepping Aside
I Can See Who You Are
We hustle.
We bustle.
We cover up.
We avoid.
In the constant press forward,
the moments are lost.
When able to still ourselves,
we can catch glimpses of
what is real.
I sat with a patient,
one of the sweet ones
with dementia.
Her eyes alive
with love and openness…
Her speech cute and senseless
most of the time.
I am present to her
and focus on being –
instead of doing.
When the time for goodbye comes,
I touch her shoulder
and lean in.
Her eyes widen
as these words spill forth
in clarity and affection:
“I can see who you are!”
Grace finds me
and I am blessed by her glimpse.
I am reminded…
I am Love.
Copyright@ Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Be Lifted
I sometimes like to watch
the float of a feather.
It can show up unannounced
and bless me
with fresh lightness.
Watching its flowing movement
with no steering wheel
to direct
or engine powering it –
Well, it looks like freedom.
Most of us
tend to be weighted
by our day to day.
We load up our minds
with fiction
that keeps us from
the float of grace
intended for us.
Watch the feather,
I tell myself.
It has no need to
drive or direct,
no agenda to meet,
no cares to protect.
It simply rests
on the unseen flow of life.
It rises above beautifully.
The feather’s lift
is a wonder to behold –
the mystery and gift
of grace realized.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
This Golden Crack
Like a canvas
before the artist’s brush,
we get our markings.
Our unique hues
and textures
create the picture
of what seems to be true
about us.
But sometimes life is lived
more like a ceramic pot –
one that gets cracked
along the way…
shattered, even –
the mending of which
is complicated work.
It takes the artist’s hands
and keen attention to detail
to put the pieces together,
beautifully.
It is a necessary process.
This breaking,
followed by the recognition of the mess,
enables us to be held
and mended.
When we submit to the
Master’s hands,
and allow for the
hard work to be done,
we are fashioned anew.
Our cracks become golden
and essential.
We are forever changed, and
we shine with humble strength
from our broken places.
Like the Velveteen Rabbit,
we have been loved into
becoming more real.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Ritualize the Usual
All The Ways
All the ways,
I hide from You…
All the ways,
I run.
The wisdom within
continues to wait, to instruct, but –
all the ways
stay stuck.
I fool myself daily, thinking
all the ways
work for me.
They seem to make sense
on the surface, but
living with them
and holding onto them,
trips me up.
I long for
all Your ways…
all Your ways of freedom
of grace,
of truth,
of Love.
I catch glimpses of these.
Sometimes, I am actually
held by their vision,
warmed by their touch,
inspired and lifted
by their presence.
In those moments,
I remember
all the ways
You are present, and
then I know
all the ways
to be.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Way of Being
Self Reflection
Becoming and Beholding 