The simplest words are this, so true.
And if the mark indelible left to my children must be, then I choose it to be of thanks.
There’s not much difference between the visions I have of uniting with my mother and flooding her birth room with light — and the hands-on connection of rubbing the back of the children birthed through me.
Both are explosive in their own ways. Once the shell of the egg cracks, the next phase begins. That can’t help but be an abrupt event—even when it takes a bit of clock time.
The most important thing I can do for anyone is to stabilize my own consciousness state.
When I am clear and thriving on a walk, run, or in deep meditation, laughing or in wonder, savoring chocolate, craftsmanship, teaching/channeling, or talking through dissolving a barrier—there’s no more important thing I could be doing for the planet, my children.
Really, the most important things we do are in the silence of our own hearts. When we clear the path within, we offer clarity and healing into the field—making the field we share a little less violent a little more loving. Rippling out beyond measure.
It’s easy to begin a practice to cultivate inner stillness, but it’s less common to go all the way and develop the staying power of consistency.
We practice so that we regain control of our attention, and transcend the traps, the info sway of the latest fad diet, bio gadget, or horrifying news.
The medicine of Sadhana/daily spiritual practice works on the subtle level, squeezing out the negativity, limiting toxic beliefs, and subconscious habit energy.
I don’t need my kids to practice. I practice myself and create a vortex of gratitude energy, through which they grow. I let go and love and let go and love.
(This isn’t about being perfect. It’s about taking time out to tend to the inner world, creating fertile soil for growth.)
They get their own journey. I remind myself how grateful I am for my journey and that it led to sharing time and space and learning with them.
Here I abide in the grateful heart swell, on a morning of decision, where the wind has swept in the gray, within which the loblolly pines dance, as if to a sacred flute, unseen.
Take a moment. Inhale all the way. Exhale all the way.
God, or Love, or whatever word feels right to you, surfs your every breath, breathes you as you breathe Love.
What seen and unseen lights your awareness right now?