St. Francis of Assissi was genius, or crazy. His dad had him locked up. He escaped, running the ridge of the rooftop, singing to birds, talking a secret language to animals. Crazy? Singing praises to a universe of crows, magpies, escaped parrots, warblers, gophers, lizards, rattail racoons, horses, elephants, bear, and people too. Or genius. That he heard, responded, resonated with the energy of this immense and wondrous planet, the soul reflected back in the eyes of a cat, a weeping willow, the sun, moon, a touch of haze in the morning, a loved one, you. And why not? Why not you? Ranting, dancing, delighting in this world, no head, only heart? Feeding the birds, your soul. Go ahead, be crazy. Be genius. Be love. Happy Valentines Day.
Quiet, in a crowd, speaking madly, smiling with a friend, hearing the rain, you feel it, in all things, the wave, the secreted pocket of tide, that preverbal original essence, the echo of your being-ness to itself, reflecting, calling in the bright water to the shore, just before you speak it. How far before the ripple curls back on itself and becomes? You know it as wind, the touch of your lash against your cheek and soothing, it reminds you of you, this consciousness, this awareness, ever growing expanded-ness that is your life. Thump your heart, pronouncing your name, your dream with real eyes (realize) the newness the abundance of it, the energy and the effect. Yourself as whole, all there is, all that need be. You’re it. The magic, the tide. Your heart beating.
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Imagine what your life would be like if you were not preoccupied by the recycling of events that frustrate and upset you? Imagine what you could accomplish if you were not sidetracked by feeling thwarted, unworthy, unheard or unseen? Imagine what your life would be if you could concentrate on the things that bring you happiness? If mind were perpetuating distraction, but you were not reacting to it, you could focus. You could cast your flame of attention and illuminate what you choose. Everything you want is waiting beyond the fear of, the lie of the mind. Everything you dream for yourself is over there.
What if you were the creator creating the creation? What if the world you lived in was up to you? What if everything and everyone was an extension of your story, playing out on the movie screen of your life? What plot would you write and who will play the hero/heroine? Will it be comedy, drama-dy, tragedy, history/herstory, or farce? Will you lead with your heart? Will you change the world? Will you stand for love?
Resistance can be a message from the universe. It can also be a challenge. If you are mastering the flow, you will want to look for the gap between resistance points. Between the resistance points is the invitation that directs you toward the flow. If there is a lot of resistance, and no gap, you might decide to sit this one out. You might also decide to press up against the unknown to see the possibility of leaning in and pushing past the fear. Pushing past resistance may be the path. It depends on your intention, your overall driving force. It also depends on your commitment to that overall intention. Can you see the resistance as part of the lesson, or the ‘less on it’, that you are getting? Can you see that no matter the outcome, the journey around and…
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Your parts, every cell, the dna, the who am I, its all you, your world, your experience, systemic; the integrity of the working parts. Your awareness of that is your life. Know your parts, what’s relevant, which synapses are viable. Decide what you keep, fund that which makes you flourish, integral, knowable, and love that, that which is you, which works, until that which doesnt work simply doesnt and that which does, is your world.
In the middle of it, just before the inhale there is death, rebirth, like sleeping, another world, what we call dream, or beyond this plane, where our souls see, reach out, experience. Exhaling all fear, that which keeps you from. Now, fully expanded, lungs filled, abundance of air and miracle, you can’t not jump. Fall forward into imagination, life, creation, this New Year, new day bringing challenge, great great good and love. For each minute, every cell, atom, you are reborn.