Tag: Truth
This Is It!
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
Ultimate Lesson
This Journey
On the other side
and over the hump,
I catch a vision of the new
before me,
and within me.
It was a rough season –
all the falling and stumbling
behind me.
I look back –
and though I do not want
to go back again,
my heart sings –
for I am grateful.
The lessons have arrived –
some like a ton of bricks…
but after getting knocked down,
I got up –
again and again.
You assisted –
helping my legs remember their strength
and teaching me to rest, too.
I surrendered to the season –
reluctantly at first…
but as I let go,
healing arrived.
Now here I stand.
I am firmly grounded
in a whole new way of being.
Thank you.
Thank you from the bottom of my feet
through my heart and
radiating upward
and outward
from every pore of life in me.
May the lessons gained
root deeply in my soul.
Understanding has blessed me, and
I am fashioned anew.
Thanks be to the One
who gives beyond measure!
Holy is your name.
Your creation of me continues
with deepening grace.
I am in awe.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Giving Thanks
It is far too easy
to focus on lack, pain,
or fear.
After all, the suffering
seems to be
at every bend and corner.
This is what the world gives –
the constant dis-ease
which keeps us unsettled.
But, what is – THE MORE
continues to invite us…
and heal us
when our eyes are open to seeing it –
when our arms can stretch to receive,
and our hearts dare to soften.
Giving thanks
is about giving voice
to THE MORE –
which is always present.
So, let us raise our voices
and sing the song of grace.
Let us share its music
which beats in the
rhythm of our hearts.
Let us open our eyes
and see
all the goodness
embedded in every moment.
When we do this together
around hearth or table,
the music of our voices
helps us touch
the deep places –
the ones that sustain
and heal us
and bring us to dancing.
Blessings to you
and through you.
Let us be present for each other.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
It is time.
Calming the Outer Storm
It is a slow creep –
the way the stress of life builds.
We live bombarded
by the need to rush,
bending over backwards
to meet the demands.
The expectations given
feed our perfectionistic patterns
and we get lost
by the constant doing.
That is what living from the outside
is like.
It exhausts and
makes us into fools
who think we are being productive.
To live from within,
one must commit to
slowing the pace, and
nix the needy drive
that cares too much
what others think and believe –
that invests in having
and holding
all the things
that make us look good.
True peace resides
where inner knowing lives –
blanketed by what is true,
and by the power
of the unseen.
Living from the inside
means listening to
the whispers underneath –
the voice that beckons
and seeks to heal us –
Take a walk on the beach.
Let your feet crunch a wooden path.
Allow a cat to rest in your lap.
Bow your head and offer a prayer.
Observe and honor a compassionate moment.
These are places where the whispers await…
To live from the outside
is to get lost
in the whirlwind of
the superficial.
But to live from the inside
is to be fueled by
purpose and
to be connected to
a larger dimension –
a place that
too few find.
Love is the main thing, of course.
It is the thread that connects us
at the soul
to God’s heart.
The only way to find peace
on this weary planet of ours
is to realize
that each one of us
is born to be free.
Our job and journey
is to discover that.
When we do,
the peace within
which passes all understanding
will bless us
and enable us to be a blessing
for others.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
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
Becoming and Beholding 