If you’re following these musings, you’ll notice a shift from S.H.I.T. to G.R.A.C.E.

This comes after a painful circle experience where I sat across from someone who was getting bombarded with advice to “see the light,” “be nice,” “what if you observed it with love” and so on. The person was so confused and perhaps sad. I had to speak up. All the earthly angels were filled with good intention but I felt like I was a volcano erupting with compassion. As the woman was being encouraged to flow love to a person that had overstepped their boundaries with her, she asked, “What?! Are you telling me that I should be friends with this guy? You’re telling me to be nice to him?”

I spoke up.  What she is going through right now is shit and to get out a big shovel. I said more than that of course but those are the words that pretty much triggered me into GRACE rather than SHIT. It was not a pretty or peaceful state but hopefully civilized. The passionate rant lasted a good hour or so before I finally integrated the experience.

I have officially complete the task of shoveling. I’ve gotten through my own pile and all that is left is nourishing fertilizer for beautiful flowers to thrive.

Thrive. Thrive. THRIVE.

PTSD = P.erson T.hriving and S.urviving D.aily.

Thank you. May the song of the moment be the brilliant resonance of grace.

And so it is.

I’d like to apologize to my children for participating naively in a culture and society that judges every thing, every action, every thought. I vow be a more accepting and graceful human and to embrace the term “human kind.”

I accept society, culture, myself and others. But at the same time, I enforce boundaries for myself and others.

This comes at the end of a solid month of intense activity which revealed wonderful capabilities and abilities. Work turned into play. And life is now simplified with a balance of play and rejuvenation. Yes. PLAY + REJUVENATION. They are one in the same. It’s a simple decision to view from a different perspective.

What was once work and drudgery is now a source of playful creativity and challenging opportunities to grow and learn. Conflict is now opportunity to rejuvenate.

With gratitude and grace this moment shines brilliant in the halls of records.

This morning I awoke early with the desire to ask for help from a source outside of myself. I reached out, asking for love and promised to give love in return. That simple statement of giving love in return catapulted me into a revelation. A sort of “aha” moment that I was not expecting.

A vision for myself turned inside out and thus was manifested miraculously by simply accepting that which was a flip of a previous condition.

Work. Yes work. The definition of which I had been taught and struggled with most of my life until now. My PREVIOUS definition of work was of having a job and serving the employer in exchange for money. My PREVIOUS definition. But now! Now! I realize that what a do for my job is truly play, service, purpose, rejuvenation and companionship. A source of joy and civilization where I get to practice compassionate communication and channel healing streams of grace. A person thriving and surviving daily.

For years, my goal was to “work” 324 hours per year and bring home a certain dollar amount. With my previous definition of “work,” it was quite a stretch but I knew it was possible. The vision was repeated over and over again – out loud and on paper.

The revelation, thank you to the graceful exchange with benevolent beings, is that my “work” is actually things like household chores. The basic survival things I “must” do. And that work does take up 324 hours per year – about 3.7% of the entire year.  All this time, I did not realize that my goal of working 324 hours per year was manifested much more quickly than I had previously realized.

The other 96.3% of the year or 8,436 hours are spent on everything but work.

The immediate effects are astounding! The list is long.

Thank you.

Structure the self in such a way that your divine light shines through like you were born to illuminate all from within. But then again I question that statement like I question everything. Because it seems if we align with only those who seem to be like us then we never expand. It’s like shining a flashlight in the dark only straight ahead. But if a lantern was brought in to light up the night fully, then we would see everything around us and be amazed.

Such is the thinking tonight as the concept of loving one another stands before me. It seems as if the loving of another too close binds the other. It keeps them from reaching out for the next branch. Or to let go completely. Risk falling or flying or swimming or floating or even crashing. For with the experience of falling, we may find a surprising strength to rise up and repair that which has been broken. Or better yet, to accept that which is now cracked and scratched and scarred for those are the very things that build character and grace.

May we love one another in such a way that allows for expansion. May our love of one another allow many viewpoints and different perspectives, We are not living on a small island without a way out. We are not imprisoned for we have the key to the door. in fact we have the keys to all the doors. Open them one by one or a few at a time.

Climb to the top and look out around, the view is much different than within the forest. Climb on a plane and get the best window seat available and look below. See the space between and take note of how close we are connected through technology. That technology has allowed us to realize how connected we are. But when we look from above, we see how far we have come and how far we have yet to travel.

Dinner with a friend can be as enlightening as an entire year of strife if one simply settles in to enjoy the conversation. Thank you dear friend for gracing me with your presence. For giving my day the civilized joy of which I seek. Because sometimes sitting across from someone over wonderful plates of food is the most simple connection and yet the most powerful. Powerful enough to move the essence of self into a mode of action and acceptance. Thank you.

Thoughts worthy of pondering today:

What if gluten intolerance stems from decades of being told that “thin is in”? What if we have turned a source of nourishment into poison with our thoughts and our need to feel loved? Have we changed our physical chemistry?

What if not caring what other people think is possible?

And if not caring what other people think is possible, what are we here for? What if it does not matter that we are here? Or there? Or anywhere?

What if we knew we are loved and loving? What if we knew we are graced just by being?

Sitting across from my sister, she looks at me and says, “Oh, you are now free to be a happy little girl!” It was her compassionate and loving response to one story told and then another more recent telling that I am stepping out of an old skin to reveal my true self.

You see, even six months ago, “stepping out of my skin” would have been interpreted as revealing the true evil that resides. But not today. For the day after the day started with a recall that deep inside there is a little girl who likes to feel pretty, to sing, to dance and express pure joy. Sadness, anger and a bit of disgust are there as well but when they bubble up they are expressed without the fear of rejection.

The essence of an indescribable need to translate the unheard into something of beauty and grace also comes forth. For now it is only tears. Tears watching the documentary “Won’t you be my neighbor” about Mr. Rogers. Tears standing in front of a wild bird sanctuary cage where two beautiful owls reside now trapped until they choose to transition into freedom. Tears of gratitude and love for the animal companions that have patiently taught me the meaning of grace.

The end of this week, the keys to the peaceful dwelling will be given back. Handed off to the next recipient in search of peaceful joy. May they embrace the light of that which resides in their heart.

WE MUST LOVE THE CHILDREN

This is not optional. It is a must.

Woke up this morning reviewing the previous day and how a colleague was expressing anger about something and it was directed toward me which made no sense. So worked it out for the moment. But the anger bubbled up again. What is the source of the anger? My ego wanted it to be something about me or something about my colleague. But the truth is, that the anger rises from the knowing that WE MUST LOVE THE CHILDREN.

A couple of weeks ago I had an extremely vivid dream of war declared and the streets were filled with people. But they were not harming each other, they were simply filling the streets. As I looked down upon the streets from a very high place, I turned to my son and asked, “But why?” to which he replied, “Because they killed someone.”

That “someone” is the child in all of us. The one that was not nurtured. The one who was taken away from our parents. The one who was traumatized at one point in our lives. The one who cries and screams in terror. The one who has learned to hide. But we must not hide. We must be the strong, graceful and brilliant warrior. We must never be locked away. We must keep figuring out how to get out of the cage until someone listens to us.  We must partner. We must connect with one another. We must be the catalyst for change.

WE MUST LOVE THE CHILDREN.

This is not optional. It is a must.

Take action. Love yourself. Love your children. Love your animal companions. Love the earth. Love the sun. Love the moon. Love the stars. Love one another.

In my dream there was a specific weapon that was being prepared to use but was not used in my dream, it was being called up out of storage. The dimensions were very exact. A 3″ x 5″ foil packet. In my dream I looked with confusion as the packets were taken out of storage. It was as if they were going to be used against the people in the streets unless they figured it out for themselves.

I beg you. Please figure this out for yourselves. Call up every ounce of courage within yourself and reach out to one another with compassion and grace. We have reached a tipping point in society where we must learn to be civilized.

WE MUST LOVE THE CHILDREN.

This is not optional. It is a must.

Could it be true that I am nothing but a mimic?

A mimic of my environment throughout my life?

A mimic of the society in which I live?

A mimic of the stories woven,  told,  and witnessed?

To fix oneself states one is not good enough.

Accept ourselves as we are.

Arise out of the ashes and be the essence of ourselves.

Create and do not judge.

Divine light shines through and through.