The World Needs Your Love

I am inspired this morning by none other than John Stewart.  Yes that's right, I said John Stewart.  I recently saw his August piece on Ferguson and his words rang true to my ears in stating that race is still an issue in this country...

"Race is there, and it is a constant; and you're tired of hearing about it?  Imagine how f$%#*^% exhausting it is living it."

New Thought teaches that we need to focus on cause and not the conditions but it doesn't teach that we should ignore the conditions, just that we don't give the conditions power.  Ferguson and the race issue seem to beg the socially minded to give it power.  In my humble opinion it would be out of integrity to 'turn away from this condition' without first acknowledging it.  Once acknowledged, the point of power is to be the change we want to see in the world.

I'm also inspired by this photo taken in Portland OR at a Ferguson rally protest:

Picture taken at Ferguson Rally in Portland Oregon

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/11/30/young-boy-hugs-officer-viral_n_6244604.html

Love finds a way to show up when you need it most!

As I acknowledge the pain and suffering of those suffering from racism as well as those inflicting racism, I choose to see love.

“What the world needs now is Love, sweet Love…”

Burt Bacharach

I open my eyes and I recognize the One Creative Loving Intelligence in all that I see.  I align myself with this loving Presence choosing to see Love, hear Love, feel Love, know Love in all that I do.

I answer the call to Love and allow myself to be drawn forward so that Love may move through me, as me, by me and for me.  When I see discord, conflict, disappointment, or dis-ease I recognize it as a call for Love and I accommodate it willingly and generously.  For I remember that all beings that walk the planet were born of Love and I accept my part in being the Love that is called forward to expression.  When I see violence – I respond with Love, when I see hurt – I respond with Love, when I see brokenness – I respond with Love until I can see rightly…. Anything unlike Love is a call for more Love and I say yes to being a vehicle for the sweet Love that wants to have its way with me. 

I love you sweet spirit as you show yourself to me in all your many amazing manifestations and I commit myself to see Love in everyone.  It is with a surrendered heart that I pray this prayer and it is with a grateful soul that I release these words into Love from which they came.  Thank you Spirit, Thank you Love.  And So It Is. Amen.

What the World Needs Now

“What the world needs now is Love, sweet Love…”

Burt Bacharach

I open my eyes and I recognize the One Creative Loving Intelligence in all that I see.  I align myself with this loving Presence choosing to see Love, hear Love, feel Love, know Love in all that I do.

I answer the call to Love and allow myself to be drawn forward so that Love may move through me, as me, by me and for me.  When I see discord, conflict, disappointment, or dis-ease I recognize it as a call for Love and I accommodate it willingly and generously.  For I remember that all beings that walk the planet were born of Love and I accept my part in being the Love that is called forward to expression.  When I see violence – I respond with Love, when I see hurt – I respond with Love, when I see brokenness – I respond with Love until I can see rightly…. Anything unlike Love is a call for more Love and I say yes to being a vehicle for the sweet Love that wants to have its way with me. 

I love you sweet spirit as you show yourself to me in all your many amazing manifestations and I commit myself to see Love in everyone.  It is with a surrendered heart that I pray this prayer and it is with a grateful soul that I release these words into Love from which they came.  Thank you Spirit, Thank you Love.  And So It Is. Amen.

Picture taken at Ferguson Rally in Portland Oregon

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/11/30/young-boy-hugs-officer-viral_n_6244604.html

Love finds a way to show up when you need it most!

Is Your Truth True?

I've been thinking about all the things we believe.  Are they really true? 

There was a student who was contemplating just that.  He writes:

When I was a very young lad, 3 or 4 perhaps, my beloved grandmother came to spend a few days with us. I was so excited to show her the baby bird I found in the yard and had made a nest for in the window of the screened in porch. My sister and I had been busy getting worms to feed this baby Robin, who had obviously fell out of its nest. As I was standing on a stool so that I could show grandmother the little bird, an adult Robin flew to the screen carrying a huge green caterpillar. It then began trying to shove it through the screen into the mouth of the crying little bird. This gave my younger sister and I “big eyes” to say the least. My grandmother shooed the adult away from the screen and told us that the adult was trying to feed its little one a poison bug to kill it since the chick now had human smell on it; Pure Appalachian folk wisdom.


Fast-forward now almost 2 decades. I am in an upper level University Biology class called “Animal Behavior.” It was a rather small class of Bio. Major students. We were discussing bird behavior and for some reason (I can never shut up) I recounted my story with sincere curiosity of why the mama Robin wanted to kill her chick. Freeze frame. An instant of total silence before the classroom erupted in laughter. In a flash (with a bright red face) I suddenly realize that I had taken in my grandmother’s folk wisdom as TRUTH without question. I absolutely believed that the parent Robin was trying to kill her little one with that huge, ugly caterpillar! I mean, would my grandmother lie to me? In that instant I saw, as the whole class and professor knew as they laughed, the parent was simply trying to feed his or her little one through the screen. It was nothing more insidious about the behavior than that.

How many other things have I just accepted as fact?  Makes you think, doesn't it?

The Constant Gardener

I love gardening; it puts me in touch with Creation on a very tactile level.  As I garden I'm reminded of where I can influence Creation and where I'm powerless.  

Harvesting has always been my biggest challenge.  There is so much energy that goes into planning the garden, preparing the soil and planting the seeds.  Then the seeds need to be cared for.  Often by the time harvest time rolled around I find myself busy with new projects and summer travel; invariably I’d have fruit and vegetables literally dying on the vine.

A few years back I vowed to be a better harvester.  That year I kept at it and made sure to take the time to actually pick and process what I grew.  I put up tomatoes and pickles and froze lima beans and corn.  It was very satisfying and we enjoyed wonderful garden goodness well into the winter.  

The simple process of following through and feeding our family from what I grew put me in touch with how I might be a better harvester in my life. 

What I’m getting at in a round about way is that we are always planting seeds in our consciousness in the form of our hopes and dreams but are we nurturing them so they will be bear fruit?  And when they do bear fruit do we take the time to really integrate what we create?   

In this world we live in it seems everyone is so intend on creating I wonder about our capacity to harvest what’s been created.  Sometimes it feels like we are driven by the getting and forget to notice what we already have.

Harvesting is all about seeing things through and integrating the products of what we've created.  Sometimes what we create isn't pleasant, however by committing to being conscious we can process what we've harvested so that it feeds and sustains us.  We can always find something within the experience that is useful and helps us on the path of life - a seed if you will for our next level of growth.

And then the cycle repeats as the seed bursts open and new life begins. Our growth is a constant cycle of death and rebirth, letting go and letting Creation.  I like to think of those of us on the spiritual path as Constant Gardeners.

On this first day of fall let us all remember the sacred harvest, consciously reaping what we sow.

Namaste.  

I'm fool who thinks it's cool to fall in Love.

Fool has become my favorite word
Because I am the epitome of fool
And every song that is about fool
Is about me

"I am a fool to want you, such a fool"
"I am a fool for that sound in your sighs"
"Baby, I'm a fool who thinks it's cool
To fall in love"    Heelf 

On this first day of April, let us be fools for love cuz 'Baby. I'm a fool who thinks it's cool to fall in love".

There is only One.  One Love, One Life, One Breath, One Sigh, One Moment.  It is in this moment that I allow my self to be in the Presence of True Love.  Love that heals, Love that nurtures, Love that is forever giving of Itself to me.  I stand in great acceptance of this Love, knowing that no matter what is happening before me it is Love, looking for another way to make Itself known.  And I, the fool, open, jolly and accepting, see only Love, even when it comes to me disguised as something else.  Even in my slumber when I dream of things unlovely, there is something in me that calls me to awaken to the certain truth before me.  There is only Love.

Love, is that you? Is that you knocking on the door of my broken heart?  Enter and fill me with your gentleness and your sweet embrace until I can find the spring of Love that lives forever in my own heart.  

This day I say yes to love, I am a fool for love and I choose to fall in love with life all over again and again and again.  

And so it is.

How Could I Forget?

I'm awestruck at how easy it is to forget how loved I am.  It's like when I'm out walking in the woods and all I can see is the trail beneath my feet.  I need to look up to see all the magnificence and grandeur around me.  Yet my spiritual eyes need to do the exact opposite.  Rather than keep looking outside myself I need to keep looking within.  Funny how that works isn't it?

Last night was one of those times.  I was reminded how loved I really am as I did my personal journey work.  I'm sure these words don't convey the full potency of what I experienced - you kind of had to be there.  And that's exactly how it works, you have to be willing to inhabit yourself to see how truly loved you really are.

If you're like me you probably pay a lot of attention to the world around you.  There is so much to see and do and experience.  But all of the bling of life distracts me from the true beauty of my interior landscape where truth resides and I can see my true nature and feel the love of Spirit.

Melissa Phillippe has a great song out "I Am Remembering".  The lyrics softly repeat "I am remembering who I am".

Today I am choosing to remember who I am and that I am loved beyond measure by the One.