I am off to Vancouver this morning. Flying away to do one of my very favouritest things in the whole wide world. See one of my daughters perform.

Growing up, they were both dancers. Sitting in a darkened room, sitting amidst other mothers and fathers and family members and friends watching our children perform is one of the very best places to be!

Growing up, Liseanne danced. And oh, how she danced. Fluid as a swan, as lithe as a dolphin flowing through the water, she moved across the stage. Whether she was in the chorus or centre stage, it didn’t matter. She was captivating. And ok. Just to be clear. You know she should have been centre stage always. Right? You know she was the best one up there. Ok?  Just kidding. (not really) But…. it really didn’t matter where she was on stage. I could not take my eyes off of her. And while it was about ‘the performance’, it wasn’t really. It was more about seeing her dance with such confidence, grace, joy. It was knowing she was on that stage doing what she loved that really touched my heart and gave my spirit wings.

Alexis was also a dancer but, as they call it in the biz, she was/is a ‘triple-threat’. Along with dancing, she acts and sings and tonight, for the first time in a long time, she is performing publicly. Life, in all its ups and downs and fears and tribulations has held her back from doing the thing she loves the most — giving voice to the angel within her. Because Alexis truly does sing like an angel. Clear. Passionate. Strong. Her voice echoes.

And I am excited.

I will sit in a darkened room amidst a roomful of people gathered to raise funds for one of our Canadian Olympic teams and I will be there to support her, to hear her, to see her shine. What joy!

It was in thinking of my excitement about going to hear her sing that I realized that what has made the greatest difference in my life is this thing called — being a mother. It has made me different. It has stretched me. Broken me. Built me up. It has challenged me, defied me, confused me, held me together and healed me. Not only has it made me different, inside, deep within my heart, it has been my greatest difference. Out of all the things I’ve done, all the articles I’ve written, paintings I’ve painted, stories I’ve told, lives I’ve touched, being a mother has created a difference in the world, because through me, two amazing women are out there, confident, radiant, kind, caring, compassionate, doing things to create a better world today and tomorrow.

Being a mother makes a difference in the world because, in giving our children life, giving them courage to be all they are, giving them the place to learn to be themsleves, to dance, to perform, to sing, to run, to laugh, to play, to kick-balls, ride bikes, fall down, get back up, turn cartwheels, turn upside down and rightside out and inside in, we play a vital role in expanding their capacity to make a difference in the world.

It is a difference that multiplies outward into the universe with every day. And in its multiplying effect, the world is better for their presence.

I have done many things in this world, some small, some big, some simply indifferent. But there is one thing that will never change — I have created Love. I have brought Love into this world through expanding that which I know to be true — Love is infinite and the capacity of our children to grow Love is an infinite circle of possibility radiating out from the core of our being, their parents.

I am off to hear my daughter sing today.

I am joyful.

I drove west yesterday morning. A gentle mist bathed the rolling foothills leading into the Rockies in delicate morning light. I drove west, the verdant lands laid out before me, a lush valley of possibility, of horses and cattle grazing, of geese swimming across reflective ponds mirroring the gun-metal grey sky above.

I was on the road to present to a Grade 11 class at the high school in Canmore. It is something I have done for several years now, twice a year, drive west to talk to youth about life and giving and falling into the darkness and journeys into the light.

I use the story of my fall into the hell of an abusive relationship as the framework for my message that — life is filled with possibility. We all fall down. It’s the believing we must lay there that limits the possibility of more in our lives than we ever imagined.

When I was finished speaking, and after the last student had asked a question, the teacher asked. “I’m curious. Why do you do this. Why do you share that story. It must be hard or does it get easier with time?”

“It isn’t hard nor easy,” I responded. “It is what it is. A story that is a metaphor for life. A story that exposes the darkness. And my desire is to expose the darkness, to awaken each of us to the light within so that we shine so brightly, there is no possibility of darkness consuming our lives.”

Someone once asked me — do you ever fear getting stuck in that story. Of being dragged down by it?

I can’t be, I replied. I can’t be dragged down by it because it is not ‘my story’. It is just a 4 year, 9 month segment of my story. My story is so much more than that moment in time. My story is about the difference I want to make  in the world. My story is about what I’m doing to inspire people. To touch their hearts and open their minds to their truth. To expanding their thinking into knowing — we are magnificent human beings. We are each capable of more than we ever imagined, and if someone is telling you that you can’t, do.”

Years ago, I drove west with ‘the bad man’ who would have me believe his abuse was all I deserved. When I awoke from that living hell, I knew. Life is a precious gift. We are all miracles of life and my responsibility was to live this ‘one wild and precious life’ in the rapture of now, free of the belief — his abuse was all I deserved.

And in that knowing, I began to share the truth of what happened to me — not just what he did, but what happened to me that brought me so far down on the road of life all I wanted to do was to die.

Life is meant for living.

And yet, as I type, every 40 seconds, somewhere in the world, someone commits suicide.

And yet, as I type, every 40 seconds, everywhere in the world, 6,999,999,999 people choose to live.

It is the paradox of life. Someone, somewhere chooses to exit yet everywhere, billions of others choose to live.

And we focus on the few in an effort to make their choice different.

Perhaps, if we were to focus on making this world different. Perhaps if in this moment we all were to take a collective breath and choose to make this world such an incredible, amazing, beautiful and peaceful place no one would choose to leave. No one would want to go, away.

What could we do in the limitless possibility of now?

I drove west yesterday, spoke with a group of teenagers on the brink of that time when the question they are asked always begins with, “What do you plan on doing…?”

Perhaps, the question isn’t ‘what do you plan’. Perhaps the best question we can all ask today is, “What will we create, right now, right in this moment to ensure all 7 billion of us living and breathing of this one air, one planet, one ozone choose to stay?”

We made peace last night. Six insurgents gathered together plotting, planning, building. We blew up ideas. Destroyed limitations and tore down obstacles that would keep us from creating an evening for Summer of Peace to explode.

It was… Fun!

To spend two hours focused on the shared belief that we can make peace. We must make peace. We are making peace.

It made a difference.

This sitting in a circle, connected to others through a shared belief, a common knowing that peace starts here.

At the beginning of the evening, Kerry Parsons, the vision behind the Summer of Peace Calgary 2012 initiative asked each of us to consider, “What would I do if I could multiply my lasting contribution to the well-being of all life? If I could do that, what would it be, my contribution, my vision, my imagining of greatness?”

It made a difference. Opening with possibility. Connecting to the seed of greatness within each of us. Expanding into the limitless realms of ‘what I can do when I quit playing small, quit hiding, quit being the shadow and become my light.’

What would be a grander vision for your life, bigger than you can imagine?

Think about it. If all things were possible. If the stars, the moon, the sun, the universe aligned. If you were who you are born to be. If you trust life to be all it is capable of being, all that it is, what would be possible for you to create to multiply your lasting contribution to all life?

It’s the seed of Summer of Peace.

We don’t know how big, or what will happen with this germ of an idea.

But we are precise in its seed. We are intentional in its planting.

Beyond that, the possibilities are limitless.

We met to plot peace last night. And in the plotting, war ended. Famine stopped. Abuse fell.

In its plotting, I knew peace.

It isn’t that we are doing great things. It is that we are allowing our innate greatness to shine. And as we all shine, the world lights up with out generative brilliance.

Plant a seed of difference today. Let your light shine.

And… if you’re in Calgary, Friday, June 22, come and be part of Drumming Up Peace! Bring your light to the party and let’s create a nuclear reaction of peace!

When I awoke this morning I wondered — what will I write about today? What was the difference, I made, saw, experienced, noted, wondered about yesterday?

My old buddy- fear -crept in — ha! see. You have nothing to say. You have nothing to write about. And right behind him were all those childhood voices that became my ‘messengers of doom’ as I grew older. Loser. Fake. Phony….

Yeah. Being in my head sometimes can be rather busy and messy!  🙂

And then I took a breath and reminded myself.

Stop!

Those voices don’t get you more of what you want in your life. You did make a difference yesterday Louise. Think about it.

Oh right!

I let a man merge, even though my judgment of his driving said — he was being pushy. I smiled at him as I did it too! And whispered – bless him. forgive me. (the forgiveness is for judging him)

I wrote my beloved, C.C. his daily love poem and sent it off with a joyful heart.

I told a co-worker how much I admired them.

I held the door open for a man entering a building.

I chatted with the cashier at Staples and told her how much I appreciated her smile and friendly attitude.

When I met a friend for a drink after work, I made a point of telling our waitress she was fabulous — and left an extra tip.

To make sure I was 100% engaged in my conversation with my daughter when we were chatting on the phone, I went and sat in the living room so I would not be distracted by any electronic devices.

When I went for a meeting at United Way where my youngest daughter works, I took her a Chai Latte, just because…

I purposefully stopped off at my favourite wine store (Vin Arts) to ask Jesse the owner about a wine tasting fund-raiser for Summer of Peace – even though it was out of my way.

I bought something for my sister who does so much for our mother — (but I can’t tell you here because I know she reads and I don’t want to ruin the surprise!) 🙂

And more….

Now, I’m not telling you these things so you can say — oh Louise. You do so much.

I’m sharing this list because as I stated at the beginning — I awoke thinking I’d done little yesterday to make a difference.

And yet, as I reflected back upon my day little things came up that I know make a difference, not only in my heart, but in someone else’s too.

As I told my friend when we met yesterday evening for a long-overdue visit, “Writing about making a difference every day has changed me.  Every morning I wake up and the first thing I do is immerse myself in thoughts of how to make a difference.”

In fact, there are three things I immerse myself in every morning — making a difference, love and miracles.

Ever since Valentine’s Day I have written my beloved a poem a day.

The miracles is part of a process I do with two other people. Every morning we share our gratitude list of everything that’s going on in our world — the good, bad, indifferent and ugly. We call it — Miracles Happen. The work is based on Melodie Beattie’s book, Make Miracles in Forty Days — and I recommend it highly. The three of us have been sharing this process since February — and it has definitely made a difference.

And that’s the difference — since beginning writing this blog every day on January 1, I’ve consciously added two very important attributes to life — Love and Miracles.

And starting my day out immersed in making a difference, miracles and love always opens my day with wonder, gratitude and beauty.

Try it. Think about your day yesterday and now, note all the moments, big and small, where something you did or said or shared made a difference. Don’t be shy. Don’t be bashful. Celebrate your difference in the world.

The world needs you to be your brightest light. Together, shining brightly, we light up the world in love. Together in love, we make a difference.

Simple things can make a big difference.

I coached at Choices all weekend (in Givers 2 where participants work on creating their life purpose statement). This was a group I’d come all the way through with — from the five day Choices session and both Givers weekends. (Usually I am only in the Givers 2 room for the weekend)

In Choices, participants create a Contract Statement — that statement that reminds you of who you are in the world when you are committed to your Be. Do. Have of creating more of what you want in your life. My contract is – I am a radiant woman. It reminds me, even when the sky is gloomy or the times are dark that it is my responsibility, and my desire, to shine. To be fearless. To be committed to share love, wisdom, kindness, and my gifts to create a world of beauty all around.

Givers 1 is all about colours, and now, equipped with their Purpose, people go off into the world to do and be their best. To create more of what they want in life. To share their gifts because, giving is receiving.

Every Sunday of a Choices weekend, there is a spiritual service. As Bill Spangler, the Alberta Manager of Choices says, it’s an opportunity to stretch our spiritual muscles.

It wasn’t much of a stretch this weekend to feel the essential essence of our human spirit shining. It was a stretch to feel divine inspiration filling our hearts and minds with joy.

And all because of an 11 year old girl.

Sitting behind a grand piano on the far side of the room, I couldn’t see her. Her mother Donna, had opened the service with a hymn she sang when her daughters ‘were young’. When she was finished, she said, “My daughter Sydney likes to sing and now she’ll be singing a song she wrote herself.”

And then, a series of piano chords were struck and a beautiful voice floated on the air. It was as if an angel was singing, her pure sweet voice raining wonder upon on our heads.

We all struggled to see who it was. We shifted and moved and tried to peek behind the grand piano. And then, as if of one body, the room settled. As if of one mind, we  collectively knew what mattered most. It wasn’t about where or who the voice came from. It was about letting the voice and words and song enter our hearts to make us different. It was about sitting in appreciation and gratitude for a gift of song.

And what a song. What a voice.

When Bill stood at the front of the room after Sydney finished singing and invited her to come and stand beside him, he asked. “How old are you?” And this petite young girl with curly dark hair replied with great poise, “Eleven.”

Beside me three young men in their late teens, early twenties gasped. So did everyone else in the room.

Eleven? No way.

Wow!

I heard a young girl sing yesterday and was touched, not just by her talent, but by the beauty and wisdom of her words.

What You Believe In  (Lyrics and music by Sydney Mae Schweitzer)

Have you ever felt empty
Have you ever felt insecure
Has your heart been broken
Were you ever unsure
Have you ever been frightened
with nowhere else to go…

May I be the first to say
you are not alone….

Go on do what you believe in
your dreams are never far behind….

As I said to a young woman later in the day, when I meet young women like you and eperience the wonder I did this morning through Sydney singing, I know — the world is in good hands. You are already making a difference.

I asked Sydney’s mother if I could share the experience here this morning and she replied with grace. I am grateful. I heard an angel sing yesterday morning. My heart was softened and I was made different.

It is something we can all do to make a difference in our world. Soften our hearts, open our minds and set ourselves free to create a world of wonder, beauty and love all around.

Namaste.

This is a video recording of Sydney Mae performing the song she sang for us yesterday morning. Enjoy!

I’ve never met her. Never chatted on the phone, or over a cup of tea sitting at a cafe with late afternoon sunlight filtering through the window, revelling in the connection two women get when they sit and savor the moment and share morsels of their lives with kindred hearts and spirits open wide to the possibilities of friendship. Yet, reading her writings at Megan Willome: Have tea. Will write, I feel like I do. Know her. I feel like I am sharing a cup of late afternoon tea, or an evening by the fire, because with everything Megan writes, she takes you into her heart through every photo, every phrase, every gentle vista she creates with her words upon the screen.

Megan Willome has a beautiful heart.

Today, Megan shares her beauty and wonder with us here as a guest blogger.

One day, I hope to share a cup of tea and long, long conversation with her. She’s one of those bucket-list kind of people. The opportunity to meet and sit and have a cup of tea would be such a delight!

Thank you Megan  for inspiring vulnerability, for inspiring acts of beauty and wonder with everything you write and share.

Making a Difference: Online Friends

by Megan Willome

I resisted starting a blog for a long time. I already had a steady writing gig with a magazine, and the whole idea seemed pretty self-serving. Finally, a friend convinced me to give it a try.

At first it was pretty unremarkable, and I was OK with that. I wasn’t looking to gain tons of followers, just to write about some things that I couldn’t in my regular job. Some of those things are more spiritual, some are more poetry, some are just musings. But somewhere along the way, a few people started to turn up in my comment box regularly. People like Louise. And long before I’d heard words like “brand” and “platform” — words that would have probably kept me from starting a blog in the first place — I realized I was making friends in the comment section. Someone like Louise would comment in my box. Then I’d comment in hers. Next thing I knew, I had a new friend.

In my life as a woman, my friends make the difference for me. I don’t know how I would get through a single day without them. In fact, if I don’t talk with at least one friend a day (in one way or another), you can bet that I’m sick in bed.

I have a friend that I call about once a week. We have kids the exact same ages and genders, and I won’t make a major parenting decision without talking it through with her. There’s another friend I walk with from time to time, and we discuss books. We’ve both read things we wouldn’t have outside of our friendship.

And then, there are my online friends. Real people, I promise! I’ve met some of them in person at a writers’ conference. But even when we don’t get that opportunity, sometimes we move from the comment section to email. A comment deserves follow-up: “Hey, there. Are you OK?” Then, some of those emails have led to phone calls.

I’ll never forget the first blogger I talked to on the phone. The funny thing is that we didn’t talk on the phone until she was in Texas, only 75 miles away from my house. We were trying to see if we could meet up. As I finally put an actual voice with a written voice, it just made that friendship go even deeper.

But sometimes just the written blog by itself can cement something deeper. One of my online friends has been keeping a secret blog. Well, the blog is out there for anyone to read, but her name and email isn’t attached to it because it’s about some family problems. I’ve been following the twists and turns of this drama, thinking about how brave she is, what a good example she’s setting for her kids. And then she wrote something that stopped me cold. I realized that her situation had parallels to my own.

I emailed her. She emailed back. I wrote back more than she probably bargained for, but she has stayed my friend. She still appears in my comment box, and I still appear in hers (her public blog, not her private one). She started that private blog because she had things to say that couldn’t be said any other way. She wasn’t doing it to gain followers — she has taken great pains to remain anonymous. She didn’t intend to make a difference in my life. But I think that maybe she was writing that blog for me all along.

Thank you, sweet friend.

Written by: Megan Willome

It is Saturday. Rainy. Cloudy. Wet and damp. But, no matter the weather, there are heroes everywhere. Heroes doing what they do to make the world a better, more loving, caring and vibrant place.

As happens on 9 Saturdays of the year, I am coaching in the Givers 2 room (PURPOSE) at Choices this weekend. As always, when immersed in the love and joy and wonder of a Choices training room, I am in awe of the human condition, and our ability to overcome darkness, to see into the hearts of each other, and ourselves and know, we are amazing beings of light. Beautiful. Courageous. Gifted. Caring. Kind and so much more than we ever imagined. We are Amazing!

Everyone attending Choices, Givers 1 and Givers 2, the coaches and facilitators and all those who come out just to say hello, just to connect to the energy and share in the joy of coming alive with such elan, you are heroes!

There are millions, billions of heroes out there in the world. One of them is a young high school girl I read about this week in North Carolina who is off to Harvard this fall. This is no easy feat for anyone. But for Dawn Loggins it was even more daunting. Her mother and step-father are drug addicts. She came home from school one day to discover they had abandoned her. Determined to break the cycle of their abuse, she committed herself to doing what it took to finish high school — a straight A student so that she could get into the college of her dreams. To do it, she had to work as the school janitor. She had to ask for help. She had to let go of resentment, bitterness, anger and move into the grace of forgiveness so that she could carry on unburdened by her past. And she has. (Click HERE to read the full story.)

Dawn Loggins is a hero.

This hero is very near and dear and special to me. My daughter Alexis who over the past few weeks has begun to write about, and speak up about her eating disorder is a big hero in my life. It’s not easy speaking up about something that eats away at your peace of mind. And still, she is doing it. And along with Alexis there are others. A young reader from England whose online name is On The Way shared a link on her blog (click HERE to visit it) that I wrote about earlier this week — Fears vs Dreams. Lisa Rosenburg at Writings about Body Image and Identity. And so many more. Calgary Counselling Centre who provides specialized programs for those suffering from, or loving someone who has an eating disorder. You are all making a difference.

Alexis. On The Way. Lisa. And everyone else working to heal from an eating disorder, you are all heroes.

I wrote about them yesterday. I wrote about their amazing accomplishment of setting a Guinness World Record of 204 karate boards split at one time. Richard and Trudy Fossey and all those who came out on June 16 to stomp on boards, to support them, to tell the world about them through media feeds, and all their sponsors and those who donated — what an amazing feat. What an amazing group of people.

AKF Karate and Break the Cycle are heroes.

Peace is needed in our world. Right now. Right here. Every day. Every moment. June 22 in Calgary is the kick-off of Summer of Peace Calgary 2012. Inspired by the brilliance of Kerry Parsons whose Centre for Inspired Living has helped thousands of people move beyond conflict, discord and unease into living within harmony, peace and joy, a team of co-creators has woven together a plan to unleash PEACE in Calgary. It will kick-off on Friday, June 22 at Drumming Up Peace!  Click HERE for more information — but know — You will be moved to peace. You will be inspired to make peace. Come and be part of creating a groundswell of harmony. Come and drum up Peace!

Everyone involved in creating Summer of Peace Calgary 2012 are heroes.

And… because I like to share wonders I’ve found online, here is a video that the amazing Maureen Doallas at Writing Without Paper shared this past week of a performance by Tony Orrico at Polyforum Siqueiros, Mexico City. In his work, Tony Orrico combines movement and drawing. His drawings a created by performances that he realizes either in his studio or live in front of an audience.

At the Annual General Meeting last night for the Calgary Counselling Centre (where I am currently working four days a week as Interim Director Communications) I held something I never imagined holding. Those involved in its creation said that having it was on their bucket list. Me, I can’t think about a time when I’ve imagined achieving it, but now, having held it, my mind is awash in possibility.

What does it take to set a Guinness World Record? What does it take to not just hold it and admire it (it is a heavy piece of paper and quite beautiful with its special silver seal of authenticity from the GWR), but to be the actual recipient of it?

Ask Richard and Trudy Fossey. They were presented with a special recognition award last night at the AGM. On April 16th of this year, Richard and Trudy helped organize the event that saw the Guinness World Record set for the most karate boards broken at one time, at an event they created through the karate club where they are both members —  AKF Amateur Karate Club. And in case you’re wondering, they had 232 attempting to break a board at that one moment in time. In the end, 204 were successfully broken.

It was about more than just breaking a karate board though.

In fact, for the past four years, it’s always been about more than breaking boards and karate kicks for this couple who created AKF Break the Cycle to draw attention, and raise funds to combat something they believe needs to be stopped, or as they call it, stomped out — domestic violence.

Richard and Trudy may be every day people living ordinary lives but they are committed to doing extraordinary things.

Richard and Trudy want to make a difference and have put their desire into action.

As I listened to them talk about the event, and their motivation for creating it and then how the idea to set the Guinness World Record came into being, I was struck with how we all have the capacity to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary simply by taking action.

When Trudy and Richard set out to set a Guinness World Record, there were a lot of hurdles, a number of set backs and challenges. And yet, they kept going. They kept pursuing their dream of ‘doing it’.

And in the end, they broke through the barriers, broke through the resistance we so often come up against when we state our goal and others look at it and say, “Why bother?” In the end, 232 people came out to support them in breaking 204 boards that would set the Record and, help AKF Break the Cycle of domestic violence.

And that’s the thing… No one can take away the achievement of ‘setting the Record’ and, nothing will ever change the actions they took to create the possibility of it happening.

Those actions, those steps they took and bridges they crossed and hurdles they overcame, they can never be changed.

They could have done nothing. They chose otherwise.

Either way — they cannot change what they did.

And that’s the thing about making a difference.

We can sit back and do nothing. We can continue on, motoring through our day, doing the steps, doing the ordinary things of life. And when an idea comes along to do something different, to create change, we can look at it and say, ‘oh look, there’s an interesting idea’, and then move along without picking it up.

Or, we can be aware, be conscious of the possibility for change, for difference making. We can see the idea and say, let’s do it! Let’s give life to this idea and see what happens next!

Trudy and Richard didn’t know if the record would be set — they needed to break 200 boards at one time to set it. But, it did not deter them. They kept taking the steps, putting one idea in front of the last and moving closer to their goal.

And they got there. They set the record and they helped break the cycle of domestic violence by raising awareness and over $30,000.

What an amazing achievement.

What a difference they make!

At meditation last night, I was once again reminded of the power of Love. That truly, the only difference we can make in our lives, in someone else’s life, in the world, is to be Love with all our being.

I am not powerful enough to change someone else’s life. I do not have their answers. I do not know their truth. All I can do is radiate that which I am, that which I have in limitless supply, that which is all I need to know my true self — Love.

The knowing was clear throughout my meditation. It radiated through my being. Expanding outward from my heart in ever-expanding ripples of Love.

It seems so simple. So trite.

Be Love.

Yet, when I am Love, I am all that I want to be. For Love encompasses my all — joy, peace, humility, caring, tenderness, compassion, empathy, creativity, kindness…

All that I want to be, all that I dream of being, is all ready known. It already is. And to access it. All I need to be is … Yup. You got it. Love.

Yesterday morning, as I drove downtown, I came to the intersection of my street and the busy thoroughfare I need to turn left onto to get out of our neighbourhood and downtown. In front of me at the intersection was another car. A man sat behind the wheel waiting for a break in traffic to turn left onto the main road. It can be a busy street, but there are inevitable breaks in traffic, and because there’s a bus stop on the right hand side, there’s a cross walk.

Sure enough, though the road was busy, a pedestrian was crossing to get to the bus stop.

And the traffic stopped in both directions.

And the man in front of me….

did nothing.

He waited.

And missed his chance.

Seriously? Traffic is stopped. The intersection is clear. Go why don’t you?

I bet he was on his cell phone!  I bet he wasn’t driving hands free!

Idiot.

yeah. seriously. I called him an Idiot. In fact, what I said, out loud,  was, “You idiot!”

And I stopped.

Oh my. What was I thinking? What was I doing? Who was I being?

I looked up through the glass of my sunroof and said aloud to the clouds above, “Bless him. Forgive me.”

I think I imagined a few drops of rain fell onto my sunroof in that moment as if the angels were crying for my momentary lapse in being aligned with the universal forces of Love. Peace. Harmony and Joy.  🙂

Okay. So that was just a flight of whimsy.

But my lapse in being Love was not whimsy.

It was real.

And all I could do was acknowledge it. And begin again.

Always begin again.

It only takes a moment to be pulled from my essential path of being Love. It only takes a moment to let ego have its way, to let anger act out, to let frustration have a voice. And in that moment, every things shifts. And in that shift, the ripple I am radiating is none too harmonious. In fact, it’s downright discordant!

It was a good wake up call.

I am human. I am perfectly imperfect in all my human being and doing.

And sometimes. I’m impatient.

Aren’t I fascinating!

I had a lapse in remembering who I am at my core yesterday (actually I had a few more afterwards but none of them so explicit as that moment when I expressed aloud my unjust thoughts about a fellow human being and judged them harshly.)

I am perfectly human. I am perfectly imperfect.

I am. Human in all my perfections and imperfections.

At an intersection yesterday, I was reminded that to make a difference I must be who I am at my core. And at my core is, Love.

Namaste.