Where is truth?

When I read this Zen Flash this morning, it made me smile. Out loud.

So simple.

All the truth I need to live my life today is here, right now.

Whatever is here, right now, is the truth. And if I don’t like it, what are my options? What do I plan on doing about it? Because as my father was fond of saying when I was a child, “If the shoe fits, wear it.”

Truth is, in this moment right now, I am right here, feeling, doing, being, however, whatever I am.

Truth is, right here, right now, is all the truth I have to work with. How I respond to, what I do with what is here right now is what makes the difference in how I live my truth, how I turn up in my truth, how I am accountable with my truth. And, how my truth becomes me.

I can avoid, pretend, ignore.

Or, I can accept, allow, create.

My choice.

My truth.

My life.

 

Grow your world more wild, beautiful and free

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When my daughters were little they had many favourite books. One of them was, Miss Rumphius by Barbara Cooney. Because they couldn’t pronounce Rumphius easily, we called it, The Lupine Lady.

Read us about the lupine lady, they would plead at bed time, and the three of us would snuggle together and I would read and they would ooh and aaah over the beautiful pictures, taking turns to carefully turn each page.

It is a delightful story of a woman named Alice who as a young girl, upon hearing the stories of her uncle’s travels, promised him she too would one day travel the world and then come home to live by the sea. Just like him.

“That’s all very well,” her uncle said when she told him of her plans, “but there is a third thing you must do. You must do something to make the world more beautiful.”

Little Alice grew up to work in a library and still the yearning to travel remained. She packed her bags and travelled the world, made friends that remained in her heart for ever, and when an injury laid her up, she returned to live by the sea.

Her promise to her uncle stayed with her. There was one thing she still needed to do.

She needed to make the world more beautiful.

One spring, after a long winter nursing her injured back, she felt well enough to go for a walk. In a field beyond her home she came upon a patch of lupines the wind and birds had planted with seeds from her garden.

Alice decided that, to make the world more beautiful, she would cast lupine seeds where ever she walked on the island. And the world grew more beautiful.

What seeds are you planting today that will grow your world more wild, beautiful and free?

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There are several versions of Miss Rumphius on Youtube. Here is one to spark your imagination and inspire your actions.

What dreams do you claim?

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I have known the fear of dreaming. Danced a deadly two-step with fear shadowing the exquisite beauty of the things that shimmer at the edges of my imagination calling my heart to run wild and free.

I am learning to dance fearlessly to the beat of my heart’s calling. Learning to give into the sway of my dreams’ enchanting voice calling me to run breathlessly, arms wide open, into freedom.

It is a divine dance. A soul-filled tango of love and adventure and courage rising up to carry me beyond my fear into that place where I am vividly alive, breathing deeply of the pure sweet air of life unfolding beyond the limits of my imagination.

In this dance, I am the hero, the architect, the director of every leap taken, every note sung, every word written, every brushstroke cast upon the canvas of my life. I am the dancer, the singer, the poet, the artist creating a tapestry of life that mirrors the wild, chaotic beauty of my dreams.

In this dance, beauty explodes like a flower opening to the warmth of the sun beaming down after the rain has fallen. I dig into my roots and unearth the glorious richness of the seeds I have planted with my creations.

In this dance my dreams come true, limits vanish, fear disappears beneath the sheer joy of breathing freely in the wonder and awe of every moment bursting open in living colour.

In this dance, my life is a song of joy, a dance of ecstasy, a poem of Love, a tapestry of my creative expressions.

In this dance, I am wild and free, living my dreams with abandon.

I claim this dream, this dance of joy, as mine.

What dreams do you claim?

 

 

Say I Love You. | 52 Acts of Grace | Week 17

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On the far wall at the end of our bed is a sign that reads, “Always kiss me goodnight.”

I hung it there several years ago so that my beloved and I would always remember the most important thing before falling asleep. We are together in this world. We are partners. Cohorts. Lovers. And the best thing to do before falling asleep every night, is to seal our commitment to one another with a kiss.

It’s easy sometimes to forget to tell those you love the most that you love them. You become accustomed to the ebb and flow of daily life. The ins and outs and permutations of daily living. The relationships you count on most become part of the life you live and sometimes, acknowledging the ease and comfort of your most special relationships is forgotten.

Sometimes, distance, time, happenings put a strain on a relationship and we forget that to cross the bridge of discord we must let go of the past and remember what is most important today.

Sometimes, we tell ourselves they don’t need to hear the words. They simply know the truth.

Whatever they do or don’t know. Whatever the state of your important relationships, take a moment today to acknowledge the other by telling them, “I Love You.”

And be open to whatever happens next.

The Gifts of Today

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I experienced so many gifts over the weekend.

A Stampede BBQ at the centre where my mother lives. We laughed and listened to the music and I showed my mother photos from my eldest daughter’s visit including her stagette– there is a video of my two daughters and I singing karaoke that almost made her howl with laughter.

It is a gift to hear my mother laugh.

An evening with delightful friends, old and new, to celebrate the pending arrival of a new human being on earth.

It is a gift to be part of the circle of life ever expanding.

The wedding of a beautiful young couple expressing their forever love.

It is a gift to witness the promise and possibilities of love binding two hearts together; growing stronger.

Time with my beloved walking in the park with Beaumont.

It is a gift to walk hand in hand with C.C., chatting and laughing as Beaumont chases the ball and plays with other dogs.

Time with my youngest daughter and CJ.

It is a gift to be immersed in the friendship and closeness of these two young women who have known each other since birth.

Time with myself, alone in the studio.

It is a gift to have the space and time to reflect and create in my home.

So many treasured moments to simply be present in the grace of life unfolding. Sitting on the deck sipping coffee in the morning. Putting the umbrella up to ward off rain, or protect from sunshine, dependent upon the whimsical nature of the weather. Preparing a meal together. Sharing a meal together. Heart talks. Soul connections. Sharing thoughts and observations. Wishes and dreams. Hopes and aspirations.

This is life in all its gentle flow, forever expanding/contracting. Breathing in. Breathing out. Ebb. Flow.

This is life.

Love is the way.

Believe in yourself.

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Anything is possible when you believe in yourself.

Once, while teaching a self-esteem workshop at a homeless shelter, I told a man who had told me he was a ‘bad man’ that I experienced him as magnificent.

He laughed and told me I needed new glasses.

I asked him to close his eyes and for one minute imagine he was magnificent. To breathe it in. To sit tall. To be magnificent.

When he opened his eyes I asked him if he could feel it. If in that moment his magnificence was real.

He nodded his head and quietly replied, “Yes.”

Then your magnificence lives within you, I told him. You could not have felt its presence if it was not there.

This man had had a hard life. Forced into being a child soldier in his land of birth, he was convinced that he could only ‘be bad’.

Do you want to continue to do bad things in the world? I asked.

No, was his adamant reply.

Then don’t feed your capacity to ‘do bad’ by believing it is who you are. Believe in your capacity to be that man who could sit in his own magnificence and feel its presence and sense its reality. Make that man your truth.

Truth is, we are all magnificent.

We all have the capacity to fly. To soar. To make our dreams come true.

The only limitation is our fear of breathing life into our dreams.

Stop breathing into the fear you are not enough, or that your dreams cannot come true.

Instead, open your mind to the vastness of your imagination and let it expand your heart’s belief in your own capacity to fly free and soar high.

 

Give your heart room to grow wild.

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Hearts do not grow strong locked within a box. They cannot fly free trapped within a cage.

Set your heart free to dance to its own wild tattoo. Let its earthy beat stir the depths of your desire to love deeply, live freely, give fearlessly.

Be wild at heart. Dig deep into the soul of your majestic essence.

Unlock the door. Throw the windows wide open and let your heart run wild in the wonder of your creative expression.

Give yourself time every day to give birth to what calls your heart to beat freely.

Unleash your creative spirit. Unhinge your creative expression. Dance. Paint. Laugh. Leap. Play. Sing. Howl. Stomp. Dive deep.

Let your heart grow wild in the joyful expression of your life lived boldly beyond the limits of your imagination.

 

Create Kindness | 52 Acts of Grace | Week 16

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Ever think the world is just too crazy and running out of control? That anger and hatred and intolerance are running rampant no matter where you look?

Create kindness.

The only way to overcome hatred, anger, intolerance is to be the opposite. Be kind. Be loving. Be considerate. Be positive. In all ways. In all things.

And the more kind and loving you are, the bigger your ripple of loving kindness in the world. And the more people experience your ripple, the more people will be encouraged to create their own ripple of loving kindness until the whole world will be awash in loving kindness!  Now that’s a vision worth holding.

Create kindness today and watch the world around you change, one simple act of loving kindness at a time.

 

And a chant for loving kindness to inspire your day.

Happy Canada Day!

Happy Canada Day!

Woof! Beaumont is a Happy Canada Day pooch eh!

We Canadians live in a blind spot about our identity. We have very strong feelings about who we aren’t but only weak ones about who we are. We’re passionate about what we don’t want to become but oddly passive about what we should be.

John Cruickshank (in McLean’s Magazine)

I am Canadian.

 

 

Liberated. Free.

I have the right to vote and the freedom to express my opinion without fearing for my life.

I drive on the right side of the road. I have a car. I have a home. I have a job that I love. I have the right to oppose my government. I have the right to speak out.

I don’t carry a gun. I carry a passport that promises me safe passage anywhere in the world I choose to go.

Because, as a Canadian I have choice.

Being Canadian is not about not being American, our giant neighbour to the south against whom we are constantly comparing ourselves. Being Canadian is about claiming my right to live in a country where tolerance and justice share equal voice with compassion and the right to a fair defence.

We don’t have the death penalty in Canada. I’m proud of that.

And, as we seem to lose more and more of what makes us different than being American, I fear the loss of safety on our streets. I fear the loss of freedom in our schools.

As we become more ‘politically correct’, I fear the loss of Santa Claus and O Canada in our schools. I am Canadian and I am proud to celebrate Christmas and Easter. I am proud my neighbour is free to celebrate Hanukkah or Ramadan.

I am Canadian means I live in a land where the tapestry of nations woven together in our vast and varied lands creates a rich and vibrant world of colour and culture. Stitched together across a land where every voice is equal.

I am Canadian and I stand proud before the Maple Leaf, shoulder to shoulder with my brethren, no matter our skin colour, no matter our belief as we sing loud and clear, “O Canada, my home and native land.”

And then I realize in my oh so Canadian conscience that, we still didn’t get it right. We just changed the words of our national anthem to be inclusive of both male and females but the very words of our national anthem deny the truth of one-third of our population who do not claim Canada as their ‘native land’.

Oh dear. Best we change the words again so everyone feels they belong in this amazing land called Canada.

I am Canadian.

How do we build a kinder society?

How do we build a kinder society?

An interesting question. The answer is complicated. The answer is simple.

Be kind.

But on the complicated side there’s all this stuff around violence and wars and guns and bombs and violence again and more bombs and more killings and more guns going off in the hands of children who do not know anything other than to follow the ones who tell them to kill in the name of a god who is weeping at the sight of our inhumanity to one another. A god who cries in vain at the wars we fight in the name of righteousness, in the name of freedom. A god who closes its eyes in despair at our insistence that we feed our children drugs so they do not feel or know or recognize the horror of what we are forcing them to do.

In the name of God, when will we stop?

We, the humans of this world, have a long history of doing the wrong thing.

We have a history of stealing land, your land, my land. We have a history filled with genocide, colonialism, capitalism, oligarchies and monarchies, dictatorships and abuse of power and misanthropy and all kinds of power struggles that have left people feeling under foot, trodden down and disadvantaged.

This the history of our world. Centuries of it. Thousands of years to perfect the art of taking power, holding power, creating dynasties to hold onto power because power is everything we need to be in control. Power is the altar at which we supplicate ourselves to the gods of lording it all over the masses.

Because, there is always us.

The masses. The individuals who make up this swarming sea of humanity. The ones upon whom the yoke of servitude to a ‘greater cause’, a faith, a church have driven into the folds of conformity to a belief that holds us fast. A belief that dictates our way is the right way, which automatically makes your way wrong, so don’t bother to tell me how your way can be better. There is no way, no room, no space for dissension.

Ah yes, we are the one’s we have been waiting for. We are the one’s who yearn for a kinder society, who pray for peace while holding onto our belief that there is no way for peace until we have our way with the world.

How do you build a kinder world?

One act at a time. One decision. One step. One gesture after another that stops violence, war, anger, fear from growing. One word after another that flows away from hatred into acceptance of one another as human beings, each of us worthy of dignity, kindness, generosity of spirit and Love.

You build a kinder world by becoming and being and giving only your best. by choosing to step away from calling people names. By choosing to stop repeating words of anger, hatred, disgust about people whose only crime is to be different than you.

You build a kinder world by no longer buying into the belief that to have it all means someone else has to have nothing, or is nothing more than a piece of flesh here on earth only because gravity won’t let them go.

You build a kinder world by moving into compassion. By seeing through eyes of love into the hearts of those around you knowing, their hearts, their blood, their bodies were created in the same way yours and mine were created. Through the miracle of life on earth.

We are all part of this mystery. All part of the miracle. We are all human beings. You. Me. Them. Us.

Building a kinder world begins right now, right here, when each of us decides to do the kindest thing possible to make peace possible on this planet we share. Love one another as if we belong to one another. Because we do.