Drop > Ripples > Wave > Tsunami

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How we choose to live works like how we breathe; we inhale, utilize what we take in, and then we exhale. The quality of every choice we make has a direct impact on the quality of our lives. Conscious decisions take us forward even though the destination remains unknown, so too those we take unconsciously, as well as choices that are utterly devoid of conscience, as well as the that opportunities that we abdicate.

When Love is the substance that we consciously inhale, what we are likely to experience is the intrinsic quality of joy, the element essential to foster inner peace. This leads to the capacity to exhale the understanding and compassion that alone generates peace.

Think about the last time you had an emotional reaction of the ‘nuclear’ variety; when our attitudes turn toxic, we inhale fear, this leading to depression and experiences of self-doubt, which in turn erode trust and cause us to exhale terror.

Take care on what you decide today, understanding that what you take in and take through will lead to how you say and do whatever you do.

Finding and USING the Key

big-print-small-details-wwwIn recent days, friends have written wondering about my thoughts and feelings after the US elections given that my choice was to remain silent about it on social media. Like you, I’m all too aware of the agendas and issues facing humanity, but the fact is that nothing in my life has changed since the moment three 3-decades ago when I agreed ‘To be a catalyst for change, for Love’. Despite high internal and external odds, and ‘costs’ that defy most people’s imagination, I continue to live my Purpose on purpose.

Don’t make the error of thinking this image suggests that I’m feeling stopped or at a ‘dead end’!  Au contraire.

My path is shared with Re-Members of a Consciousness cabal, an audacious tribe of intrepid travellers and trailblazers, each uniquely committed to bringing new light wherever this incarnational Journey leads us. When this Path brings us such a notice, it’s a source of information, not a sign to quit or turn back.  Look closely at this picture, and it’s clear that whoever built the sign on the invisible fence is a member of my tribe. Why? Because the builder, clearly ‘a-dues-paid-in-full’ soul, knew that it’s the travellers job to open their way, and there, in plain sight, blocking the ‘C’, they left five keys.

They provided more than what was necessary to open the way, they safeguarded their property, made sure seekers would become finders, as well as to help insure the safety of those who don’t pay attention to small stuff and are unlikely to be prepared for the journey ahead.

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Wisdom Catalysing a Cascade of Thought

5This morning there was a notice in my email inbox of a piece of writing shared by someone I’m connected with through InterNations, a great social connection for expats and people who spend significant time in cities around the world. While I’m awaiting his permission to share this powerful and beautiful poem, the following thoughts immediately flew from my heart to move my fingers:

It’s tragic that so many people are seeking for what they yearn for outside their own skin, heart, head and spirit, utterly unaware that the desire to belong, to be known and know, to be loved and love, is an internal quest. It’s time to call an end to the Fool’s Errand  that so many supposed ‘guides’ get us to pay for, sending others out to find the Fountain of You, blindfolded by neediness and greed so the Fountain of You remains undiscovered, it’s potential unoptimised. To harness the passion that flows from the Field of Loving Compassion is the purpose of the gift we call life.

Permission granted! Here’s J. Sam Barr’s poem. Thank you Sam for such a lovely gift from your heart.

Daybreak and it’s dawn of a new day;
as flora and fauna rejoice afresh
In the designs of creation and life’s way;
like the confusion of bonded mesh

A new day starts for many souls;
some in normalcy, some astray
It’s merely a place of flesh and ghouls;
still some are in complete disarray

In one place life accords abundance;
while in another it robs and plunders
In one place it’s sunny with no reluctance;
then over the horizon rain and thunder

In one home the cries of a newborn;
while in another death and sorrow
In one abode a bounty of grain and corn;
but in another destitution and no tomorrow

Many are blessed with security and shelter;
they reap plentifully and waste thoughtlessly
No far away rule poverty and helter skelter;
hunger, butchery, war and sheer misery

The weak and minute run from the mighty;
lest they become fodder and harshly trodden
No matter, for there’re always those more weighty;
they peck at will and devour with blood sodden

Single men are worth a million others;
no tether they are overwhelmed by avarice
Their meals worth a thousand portions of others;
strangely they still espouse injury and malice

Some preach selfless love, charity and devotion;
some promulgate war, destruction and obliteration
Some born frail, no limbs and need contraption;
some powerful, agile and speedy in mobilization

Those whose power wields such supremacy;
a single cruel word worth thousands of lives
But many whose shouts unheard, is normalcy;
some slaughtered yet somewhere a baby survives

There are those seeking cures for longevity;
still some slumber meekly awaiting death’s call
Others may exist in oblivion and marginal sanity;
but seeking eternal life here is the irony of it all.

The Joy of Turning

Several months ago my priorities had to be rearranged, and writing disappeared from my daily ‘get-to-do’ list. Finally, it’s time to ‘speak’ once again, and share what’s happening in  the world I am privileged to share with so many amazing people.

The last few months have been catalytic, with many changes inside and out. This picture captures the essence of the joy that awaits me each morning during my daily hour swim in the sea, the waves I swim through spinning all of us around to once again greet the morning sun.

Everyday I’m reminded that rising to meet the Sun and  watching from the sea as Mother Earth spins us into her life, and spirals us away from its influence 12 hours later, is a gift to be opened and appreciated, never taken for granted.

While the old saying “Don’t sweat the small stuff, and remember that everything is small stuff.” is true, what’s far truer for me is how important it is to appreciate the small stuff, realising so often how it is that what seems small and insignificant is often essential to our lives, and the quality of our lives.

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09 September 2016, Marbella, Spain