Power

I believe in the power of Love. I know, that may sound corny. Wishy-washy, or a little too new-agey for most, but I do. In my deepest parts of who I am I believe the world would be a better place if we all practiced a little more patience, a little more acceptance, grace, and experienced a little more humility. I am no where near perfect. These are things I work on regularly. I can just as easily get caught up in blame, anger, and impatience as the next person. But that is were my quiet time comes into play. That time when it's just me and God, and whatever tools I use to connect there. Tools can be anything. It can be a book, a bible, oracle cards, paper & pen, a friend, a breath. I believe that life is much simpler than we make it practicality has it's place. The destination is already here and we are always our biggest obstacle. I wrote a blog last night and the first sentence was "My biggest battle has always been with myself." It's a scary thing, to love in the midst of chaos, to be calm in the midst of fear. But those are the things that remain when the chaos fades and the fear subsides, it always comes back to that. To quiet, to stillness, to peace. We too will come back to that, as a people, we are coming back to that. Our world is a collective manifestation of every individual's thoughts, fears, dreams, and so on. Ask yourself what you would like to see more in the world and do THAT. Bring more of that into the world.

With Grace & Gratitude...

To Serve

A slow return to the lands of self-exploration. Of pulling yourself back together. The counter balance of falling together too much. This has always been my strength, my ability and willingness to go within. To seek a Higher Power, to seek a better solution, to work towards that. and to write it all out. Letting go & giving up, those things I struggle with. Although they too almost always have a place, and without them there would be no room for growth.

Some say relationships are mirrors. I'd agree. I'd also say they are magnifying glasses. They magnify any parts of ourselves, we have yet to heal. Somewhere along the journey of allowing myself to settle in to a long-term committed relationship, I lost my voice. I lost my muse. I lost fire for reaching deep within my soul & psyche and throwing it onto paper and laying it bare for the eyes of people, sometimes strangers, to see. Always, my belief system has been that we relate based on the intimate details we share about ourselves. We bond with other human beings when we find things in common, when we realize we have all walked a similar path at one time or another, and we have often fought a familiar fight. There is something beautiful in synchronicity, and if one person benefits from something I've written, then I have served.

We all serve differently. We all serve in different ways to different groups, deity's, goals, beliefs, ideals. I can serve the poor, while you serve the animals. She can serve our country, while he can serve fries. We serve something; and ultimately, I believe when serve the same thing.  I serve through my writing. Through being unconventionally open about my past, my thoughts, and feelings. My struggles and my triumphs. I serve through sharing my beliefs & experiences while being open to yours. I am not full of self-pity nor full of myself. My story is no better or worse than yours. But being here, does something for my soul. These stories, the stories we share about our lives, help the wisdom to be a little more tangible & the grace a little more gentle more attainable.

With Grace & Gratitude....