Fashioning an inspired life
How many times do we catch ourselves not saying what we mean? When we wince after the words come out, realizing they failed to capture our intention or didn’t swell with that uplifting spirit with which we thought we had imbued them. When words feel inadequate and futile in harnessing our purpose and whole-hearted ambitions. When we curse them for making us fall flat on our face….
Heart so full with tingles that simmer in my cells and remind my heart of the thrill of what could be. Moon to my left Golden light awash to my right. The Beauty and magic of it all overhwelms settling over me like a cloak I’ve known before. Mmm these delicious reminders of this thing we are living in suspended in a space my mind…
That cringing feeling inflames your body. Flushing through you, all the thoughts come rushing. oooh why did I say that? that was so strange. maybe she took offense I hope it didn’t come off that way. they can see through me- to all of my insecurities. A never-ending litany of worries boiling down to that one basic fear: They won’t get me. I’m going to be misunderstood….
And then that song starts playing in the coffee shop. The slogging tasks of work ahead suddenly fade. The light streaming in the windows reminds me of the artist’s name; “Atmosphere.” I’m transported back to those warm fuzzy days. The days where there was me and you and the beginnings of feelings we hadn’t yet charted. Amazing how a song can do that, can take…
We all have our own unique form of prayer. The things we do to stay sane, to see ourselves more clearly, to connect to something outside of our messy inner worlds. Whether it’s staring at the streaks left by airplanes in the sky, an hour spent alone, a visit to a temple, it’s an act of communion between that little seed of trust deep down…
What do we choose to let in and let out on those days when our insides seem to squirm from daylight? While our head wants those tender guts exposed, they’d rather not today. They’d prefer to burrow down deeper into our depths than be burned by the light. Down into those dark knotty places that get their grips on our feelings and disposition like a…