~ February 18, 2016 ~ Blog Love: 8
This day will never come again…Thomas Merton I was stopped in my tracks today during spiritual study. I have been working with the teachings of Caroline Myss and her book Entering the Castle which is based upon her interpretation of “The Interior Castle” by Teresa of Avila; Spanish Mystic and Roman Catholic Saint. Myss is
~ April 1, 2015 ~ Blog Love: 0
“As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world – that is the myth of the atomic age – as in being able to remake ourselves.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi So often in life we think that if someone else changes, our circumstances change or if God would just change us,
~ January 17, 2015 ~ Blog Love: 0
I am a voracious reader; don’t watch a lot of movies because I prefer the intellectual and creative process of visualizing what I read. I do love the artistic expression of cinematography and often find music that I appreciate from movie scores. Last night was an exception. I watched Chasing Mavericks. I loved the movie soundtrack – it was compelling, creative and begged depth…could be due to the subject matter: learning to survive (in the pursuit of surfing it) the power and enormity of a record breaking, earth pounding wave and the possibility of being forcefully drug to the depth of the ocean. I’m a beginner surfer. Being a lifetime athlete who struggles little to become better than average at virtually every sport, I have found it humbling to say the least. Believing surfing to be a visceral experience, the base lessons about surfing presented in this film were eye opening. That’s not what I intended to blog about however. Concomitant to the plot of surfing this legendary wave, the movie inspired review of the depth of the human condition. This is what touched me. On a different day, state of being or life circumstances, the way it was presented may have just glanced the surface of my emotions and I would have walked away thinking “cool surfing movie.”
~ December 6, 2014 ~ Blog Love: 0
I spent my morning reading, writing and meditating. The result of that is feeling love and appreciation for the gift of love and especially people with whom I have shared the act of love…love as a verb…being there when it’s not sweet, doing things when it’s not convenient to do, being there in my/or their darkest moments and when we are tired of hearing about the darkness, holding each other as we sob, holding each other as we celebrate, exchanging inspirations and seeing the beauty of our differences…love in action. In my contemplation I realized that I have a hard time sustaining a loving perspective, that I get caught up in my shit and am not the quality of person that I would like to be…and I return to the verb of love and forgive myself and re-choose…taking a new loving action and affirming the truth of who I am.
