I heard a speaker once who said we should act like every person we meet has a big sign on their chest that says, "Make Me Feel Important!" It occurred to me that when I focus my energy on an individual, I'm actually shining my light on them.
Now, on my spiritual journey, I can almost always to see beyond what is presented to me in the physical world. Being able to open to that kind of vision helps me continue to do my part in making this world a more conscious and balanced place. To keep my focus on what I am doing, not on what I can't do.
Look forward on what is to come. Bless it all -- not with saccharine gratitude, but the kind of raw and holy blessing that honors the blood and guts and gore and heat and sex and hard work and giving up and giving in and the howl of loss and burning down and rising again.
Imagine you didn't spend one more minute thinking about yourself in terms of something to describe or define, or something to make you happy or sad, proud or ashamed, but only focused on the experiences you allow yourself to have, the people you have them with, and the knowledge and enlightenment this world has to offer.
You belong to a clan. A clan of swollen-hearted seekers who are called to build a collective temple.
More than ever the world needs the cradle of your kindness, the pastel colors of your heart, the sweet liquid of your loving-kindness to flood the streets.
We all play roles in life. Some have more lines than others, some get more stage time than others, but everyone can be a role model for their values, principles, and beliefs. When performed with compassion and enthusiasm, any job can shift the hearts and minds of the people it touches.
The process of growing up, for most, happens in small, incremental steps. But, if you are lucky, there are moments of awakening, when you come to realize that the lessons learned early on, undeniably have taken root and found a place in your life.
A love of life does not mean a mom who is always happy, it means a mom who always strives towards experiencing the exquisite beauty of a song, the warmth of a smile from a loved one or stranger on the street, the gift of a nourishing meal, or the magic of a sunrise. A mom who loves life can laugh, cry or scream right along with you at the heartbreak, the rejection, or the betrayals you never saw coming. A mother who loves life is not a fake happy smile or materialistic façade, a mother who loves life remembers the necessity of tapping into the well of inspiration that gives you courage when the tasks at hand seem overwhelming and beyond the resources on hand.
Up there I can be a part of something other than myself. I can look up and my gaze can be reflected anywhere, and if I don't think too much, I can find the reflection of that gaze and follow it to where I need to be.
When we base our dream on current circumstances, we limit the vision of our entire life. Right now there are walls that are preventing you from following your dream. Your job is to figure out how to tear them down.
Spiderwebs of self-doubt and grief and neuroses, of you're not good enough, thin enough, pretty enough, you're misshapen, you're going to die young, you haven't done enough, you are selfish and messy and too intense and you don't do enough and you're always poor and why can't you take care of yourself better and you're almost middle-aged and you're lazy and you lack talent and nobody truly loves you and you're truly unlovable, and... and... and...
There are some especially well-versed old souls in my world, and many are about 20 or so years younger than me. Those who are older have lived a good life, and continually share their wit and wisdom with timing and sensitivity. However, the younger set can turn my thinking and feeling into many pauses, deep breaths, maybe some raised eyebrows, plenty of goosebumps, and definitely welcomed revelations of romance and candor.