Each One, A Mountain

August 11, 2018August 11, 2018 becomingandbeholding2 Comments

Everyone has something…

It is a mantra that is inwardly voiced

more and more

as I get older.

We each have our own brand of challenge.

As life progresses,

these challenges unfold

and introduce themselves.

Sometimes they swallow us up

with the force of a big ocean wave…

Or, they might creep upon us

like a spreading mold.

We get to choose

how to respond

when our personal mountain

shows up.

For some,

the mountain may be too vast

to climb alone –

so we bring loving souls with us.

For others,

the mountain may be a series of hills

which warrants a solo journey –

each vista building strength within.

We may fool ourselves, thinking

that our mountain

is bigger than anyone else’s –

that somehow,

our mountain warrants

special attention…

But as we mature,

and build our climbing muscles,

our compassionate heart opens,

our personal nature fades,

and our vision widens

to see what others endure.

Our climbing becomes

the road to awakening

to what this life

is all about.

Yes, we each have a mountain –

especially designed for our own unfolding…

but as we meet it,

with grace and courage,

the vista that comes,

connects us to the

suffering of others.

This is the stuff of

a life well-lived.

So, I bow to my mountain –

giving thanks for its lessons…

for without its presence,

I would walk with blinders on,

tripping on my own feet,

and all alone.

All The Ways

August 7, 2018August 7, 2018 becomingandbeholding1 Comment

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.

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Shift Your Perspective

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Message Received

July 27, 2018August 26, 2018 becomingandbeholding1 Comment

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.

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Way of Being

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Glowing

July 14, 2018July 14, 2018 becomingandbeholding2 Comments

Oh, give me eyes to see

beneath either fluff

or fear,

underneath pain and harm –

that essential beam

of light and love

which warms and glows!

I want to be a glow detector –

within myself,

and everyone I meet.

For the glow

is where God is visible –

and who doesn’t want to see God?

It takes practice,

this right view.

It does not come easily –

because we have all been trained

to focus elsewhere.

It means getting out of

my own way… once again,

the ongoing lesson,

I keep bumping into,

and tripping over,

along the way.

But dwelling in the Glow,

reflecting its Light,

living in the Beam…

that is where I want to be.

Nothing else really matters,

or is real.

Glow on!

Let your path be a lighted one.

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Buttery Grace

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When love is real,

it is easy –

effortless in its appearance,

warm and yummy,

like buttery grace.

It comes from the beyond,

much like inspiration does –

and wisdom is infused

within all its practicalities.

It simply makes sense.

It feels like the sweetest hug.

It sounds like a soothing tide on the move.

It looks like a rose in bloom, and

has the aroma of

bread in the toaster.

It calls to you like bird song in the morning.

These are the measures

of love that is true.

When you have it,

you know, and

trust becomes the glue.

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The Body Knows

June 30, 2018June 30, 2018 becomingandbeholding1 Comment

You bark at me

when I am off kilter –

when you don’t get what you need.

I can hear you

scratching at my door

seeking urgent attention.

I get in my head

and forget you need me, too,

and I need to be present.

Like a caged cheetah,

your tension tells me

that something is amiss.

Gradually, through your constant blabbering,

I get the message.

I learn to listen to you.

Your complaining wakes me up:

“This pain, that stiffness, is not you. Stop and see.”

I open my eyes,

look deep within,

and find there is more.

I can change my way of being.

Peace is born.

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Get out of the way.

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Be Comforted

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