Tag: insight
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
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When Praying
It starts with stopping
and then a deep breath –
the kind that really fills you,
and reaches to the bottom of things.
When you begin to settle
and peace starts to bloom,
you wait.
There is nothing to say.
It is a time to listen.
The longings will arise
and you simply hold them.
With grace and acceptance,
you lift them –
first to your heart,
and then up in surrender.
It is this gesture,
this gathering of yourself
which connects you to
who you are.
For there is no separation
between you and God.
You are a drop of water
in God’s ocean.
You belong –
and all it takes
is listening and bowing
to remember this
and be healed
of want and need.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Entering the Dance
When the winds are shifting,
and change is here,
I sometimes shudder with
fear, which blankets my heart
in a covering so itchy…
the restlessness it brings
grows like a cancer,
consuming health.
I wonder out loud,
and through every pore –
my cells scream
No!
The resistance builds a wall
around my soul,
and I begin to hide.
I grieve…
the tears wash over
all the tensions and aches,
bringing yet another baptism.
Eventually, I remember
that changes bring a
kind of birthing process…
and I know there is
something beautiful coming
after this pain.
I love how tears
release and inform
all at once – as if
we must break, deeply –
apart and before
we can be refashioned.
These very insights, eventually
bring gratitude.
I know,
it does’t make sense
to the logical mind…
but it is the dance of Spirit
within and beyond me.
When I learn to
accept the invitation to
the dance of life,
letting go of my need to
lead it,
I get lighter on my feet,
and my being
finally hears the music
and is wrapped in comfort
and delight.
I am set free.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Shift Your Perspective
The Stickiness of Unhealthy Habits
Message Received
My love went for a walk yesterday.
It was a sunny day and
the trees were singing.
Each step was an affirmation
of a beautiful day.
Walking is a wonderful way to connect
to the divine,
to our higher purpose.
The rhythm of movement
works like a physical mantra:
I move forward from my center. I connect to the ground.
As our muscles propel us,
our heart is lifted,
and we breathe in life,
like a hungry balloon.
Walking gives us the perfect visual
of the spiritual journey…
Sometimes there are bumps to avoid
and hills to climb
or descend.
We are careful not to trip.
Along the way,
we notice things –
the beauty of the trees,
the dogs being walked,
the smiles of our neighbors.
Walking gives our minds a chance
to wander, too –
to ponder the deep things
while our legs do their work.
On this particular journey,
my love, in a pensive moment,
content with his journey,
and the thoughts nourishing,
looked down.
On the ground was a paper,
and like a message from the beyond,
it spoke these words:
“I am Love.”
And just like that,
everything connected.
His heart soared skyward and
the message was received
deeply blessing his soul.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Each Day a Wonder
As morning unfolds,
and the sun dares to rise,
my heart is full of gratitude.
Even on a Monday,
with the weekly list beginning to crowd me,
I am lifted.
Though still a spiritual infant,
I have now finally learned,
the gift of a day,
a moment.
Rising from slumber,
springing from under the covers…
well, that is what each day offers –
what the whole journey affords,
moment by moment.
I wake with gratitude,
allowing for transformation,
as my feet touch the floor.
Copyright@ Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Way of Being
Becoming and Beholding 