Opening the Heart-Ringing in the Season

DSC_0734It is Christmas every time you let God love others through you… yes, it is Christmas every time you smile at your brother and offer him your hand.                                               Mother Teresa

With all the hoopla of the world ending on December 21st, 2012-I have to tell you that while I definitely did not want a major catastrophic event-it would have been nice to see at least a little firework. Not the kind of devastation that harms or ends our world, but yet a rushing in of a somewhat sort of spiritual tide sparking a new beginning for all life on earth. It was then that I realized the flame internally was what needed to ignite.

To me, Christmas is not a holiday, but a state of mind and an opening of heart. It reminds me of the conduit that flows throughout each life and joins us as one and for one magical season of the year-we are brought to an awareness of it. Whether we choose to “ring in the season” is up to us, but there are more choices to this holy awareness. It is this-do I strive to keep my heart open in every moment when faced with everything? The “Norman Rockwell” image so abundantly sought after at Christmastime tends to trap us into an illusory bubble far from the reality of “Christmas.” Christ, with all the love, forgiveness, humility, trust, and compassion tends to get left behind in the shadow of our external yearnings. The real-ness of family, friends and those we don’t know waiting to be seen in the light.

Christmas “true Christmas” serves an open heart not through a particular season but yet throughout our life each and every day that we live. Through all its injustices, hurts, frustrations and senselessness of events we do not understand life offers us the opportunities to serve and heal. I know no greater gift than that of “connection” to all that is. When we can feel the ushering in of this energy, this life force, this spirit that reaches down into the depths of our being and connects us to everyone and everything around us- we are alive. No closed heart protects us from anything. It is the open heart that acts as a shield with its wisdom crumbling the fear and stone walls that threaten to separate us from the very experiences we need to thrive. It is in this Spirit that our eyes and heart are opened evolving our limited ways of thinking into limitless ways of being.

Merry Christmas everyone! And a special heartfelt Merry Christmas to my friend Doris Griffin, your insight is your greatest gift to each one of us.

Please see new updates: Under the page BRIDGES this week- Diarmuid O’Murchu’s latest book- In The Beginning was Spirit. Excellently written.

Under the page ESSAY Closet- a Poem -This Special Time of Year

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      “As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.”


On a summer day in my back yard many years ago, I believe I was ten years old, I remember spinning. Arms out wide, laughing deliriously, just spinning, round and round. At that moment, in the high of golden sunlight and laughter-I remember a voice asking me to remember. It was a powerful moment suspended in time with a plea for me to remember that moment forever, because one day, when I grew up, I would forget. I have never forgotten that moment.

More importantly is the message I will never forget. On the surface the moment begs me to remember the joy of being a kid and having fun never taking life too seriously, on a deeper level it reminds me to remember “who I am.” The surge of joy that gave me flight in that moment is a power found only at the core of our most essential being- one that dares to live for each and every experience.

I believe the source that fills us and that creates us comes through a spigot that we can turn off or on depending on us. The memory of that source has and will continue to be my strength in those moments when the spigot gets rusty and I cannot turn it. My soul remembering the stories that I have forgotten is my safe haven for the dreams and hopes of what was and what will be again. There are places and people that live in those stories that I believe have crossed my path before and will again, each experience acting as a reminder to something greater than a physical universe. I may not be able to know exactly how things will unfold, but I know for certain that the “me” that lives deep within guides me each and every day to be the best that I can be. It draws me into the greater wisdom that surrounds me. There within the folds of every beautiful and ugly, good or bad, sad or happy moment is a whisper in my ear to remember that I am all I can ever be in any given moment. Remember- turn on the spigot and let the waters flow!

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Debbie hits the nail on the head with this. If it is not the real us speaking, or if it is not the real God we speak to we are at a loss. If it is real the “Bush” burns brightly!

Two Minutes of Grace

The prayer preceding all prayers is ‘May it be the real I who speaks. May it be the real Thou that I speak to.’… If that can be done, there is no need to go anywhere else. This situation itself is, at every moment, a possible theophany. Here is the holy ground; the Bush is burning now. ~ C.S. Lewis

The old Looney Tunes character, Foghorn Leghorn, famously began, ended and infused his sentences with I say… I say…  It’s funny, but that’s come to my mind recently as I’ve considered a peculiarity in my prayers. It happens more when I’m praying out loud, but it’s sometimes also there in the silent whispers of my heart.

Like Foghorn Leghorn’s repetitive I say… I say… I find myself repeating I pray… I pray…

I’m already praying, just like Foghorn Leghorn was already talking. So essentially I’m talking to God and continually…

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I think creativity is something that we often do not make enough time for. This is a post found on Pat Cegan’s blog: Source of Inspiration. Thank you Pat for sharing!

Source of Inspiration

Art and music are portals
that transport the soul
to different dimensions.
They are vital components
to our awakening, as creativity
in every form links us to
our Creator. Creative expression
must be an integral part of our lives.

Creativity activates our DNA.
Poetry, music, art and all
other forms of creativity
are connected. We experience
fundamental changes as we
absorb their frequencies.

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    “In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
Albert Camus

Fall has sprung. Not in the typical way I am used to. This fall has brought with it many winds of change and while it is not yet winter my heart explodes with the lessons of summer. Where do I begin?

I lost my (2) kitties of 19 years. One kitty of 17 years is left. A good friend of the family passed away. I have gained a new best friend in my mother and have fallen in love with people all over again. In the bouquet of emotions of the last several months a new fragrance wafts under my nose permeating my senses to the core. It is as if someone has handed me Christmas, Easter and my birthday on a plate. There is a joy that’s sitting out front that for everything I take in I realize how blessed I truly am. Somewhere in the loss something has been gained. No, I’m not running around in the streets like a nut, but quietly dancing around inside myself. I’m simply watching and observing this new person that has come to live inside me.  It’s amazing, after the last tear has dried, and the noise of our crying stops, how we can hear a calling in the silence- the strength and the insight that calls out our name. For me, it never comes in the logical and methodical way that I seek out in my own arrogance, but instead comes in the form of solace through many unexpected venues. Once again, I am in awe.

I miss what I have lost but cherish what I have gained.  My respect and compassion continues to grow for those who have endured far more than me. However, I realize there is no comparison because each of us is destined for our own experiences. No matter the depth.

I am going back to school. I am more excited about the journey than the outcome. It is something I have wanted to do for a long time. As a result, things have been a little busy! I try to visit my fellow bloggers sites but there does not seem to be enough hours in the day. I will continue to try. I wanted to thank those of you who have sent words of encouragement. I hope to continue with my blog also. It has allowed me to meet so many wonderful people from ALL over the world! I pray that each of you meet with such beauty in your heart, your life and your relationships. May we all continue to lift our veils in each and every way to see the grandest reality. See you in the “blogosphere.” 🙂

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 And he brought me up from the pit of misery and from the mire of destruction; he set my feet upon a rock and he has made my ways ready.                                                                                            (Psalm 40:2- Aramaic Bible)

Every day I am being newly created in some way. Through some brief epiphany and experience a new level of “me” emerges. As I sit in the afterglow of the light that has dawned and as the emotions are settling around me, I begin to ask myself- what have I learned?

Generally, and hopefully, I will always learn to smile in the face of new adversity. In this fresh new place that I have “arrived at” I find an urgency to thank God as I rise above the staleness into a fresh new wellspring of inspiration flowing through me. Once released, the sicknesses, deaths, hurts and pains that held me now transform me from their mires of sludge as the light of reality now burns within me once again.  A new wind blows and I am able to soar upon the uprising currents higher than before.

How many of us do a daily reality check as to how absorbed we have become by the worldly things that have knocked us off center? How many of those things that have us in our grip are really that important? How many toxic thoughts do we re-play over and over again that threaten our health both physically and emotionally? It can be a challenge consistently monitoring those under-grumbles or the internalizing of emotion.  The wisest thing I can do for myself is to let go of the “roles” I’m in and totally let go. I need to ask myself- “Who am I?” on a daily basis. Let God fill those cleared areas. In that space is all the power we will ever need for true greatness.

When we meet real tragedy in life, we can react in two ways–either by losing hope and falling into self-destructive habits, or by using the challenge to find our inner strength.       (Dalai Lama XIV)

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Gods many talents…

  “If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”                                                                     ~ Henry David Thoreau 

 Some things…arrive on their own mysterious hour; on their own terms and  not yours, to be seized or relinquished  forever.              Gail Godwin

 God speaks to us endlessly in so many ways. Through the skies that herald blue or the pinpoints of light in the vast darkness of night to the simplest of nature down to the dust that settles across Great Plains, He speaks to us. Inherently drawn to what speaks to us from our soul God knows the personal venues that get our attention. All we have to do is ask. His talents so magnificent and vast He will not fail to respond.

 During one of the most trying times in my life, in an endeavor to reach beyond the mundane and break free of the self-inflicted chains of my life at that time, I sat in my backyard and prayed like I never had before. I asked God what was wrong with me. What was this emptiness I felt? Where was my life going?  While I half expected an answer, I got more than I bargained for with a dream that evening. It became the catalyst that began to change my life:  

There is a glowing brightness as I look upward shielding my eyes from the sun suspended in the bluest sky I have ever seen. I feel the sun’s warmth descending over my body giving me a sense of calm and awareness. As my eyes began to adjust, I look over towards a horizon filled with plush green trees alive with the movement of gentle wind. Rolling hills, valleys and fields of green begin to rush in from every side towards where I stand. The sounds of birds and children playing begin to fill my ears. The air carries a special feeling of warmth and happiness as I gaze upon families with their loved ones. I am at what appears to be a beautiful park. I stand in awe taking in the rich and vibrant landscape so filled with life and festivity. As I look over to my left and down a grassy knoll, I see a large, white sturdy pavilion with numerous wooden picnic tables. I see people eating and laughing joyously thoroughly involved in what is a beautiful and picture perfect day. I close my eyes and let the scene deeply imbed itself into my being.  Suddenly however, in the blink of an eye, a change begins. As I open my eyes, the sky is growing very dark. A layer of ominous night begins to expand and descend upon the scene. I feel great fear begin to rise in me as my muscles begin to tighten. I sense something is coming. Without warning and very quickly, howling winds begin to blow fiercely as storms develop within the now rolling clouds of darkness. Lightning flashes brilliant streaks of white light across the sky, as thunder booms voraciously in competition with the escalating sound of strong and growing wind. My fear heightens and becomes greater as I now see dark, ugly funneling tubes, tornadoes forming from nowhere, bringing paths of destruction and chaos down the hillsides and towards me. Tumultuous rains begin to batter the ground, driving myself and others towards anything that will shelter us from this devastating and catastrophic display of nature. Finally, as I stand paralyzed unable to move, I hear a rumbling and sense movement beneath my feet. It takes a moment as the overwhelming alarm within me grows in the recognition that the earth is beginning to vibrate and actually shake beneath me. In horror, I watch as the dirt floor beneath me opens up and begins to swallow the world before me. Walls of flooding water rush over the hillsides carrying floating masses and chunks of earth and debris in a tidal wave to nowhere. Somewhere within me, something breaks and I run in desperation to the pavilion that only moments ago held a vision of happiness. Running past me, are the cries and screams of terror filling the space around me. People are disappearing into the blackness. I jump and reach out fast grabbing one of the pavilion poles just in time to see the pavilion itself begin to disassemble beneath me, the sheer force of water destroying the only present familiarity that was to be my security. As I bob up and down, clinging to the pole in a sea of water and rubble, I watch this world continue to vanish. There are no more people anywhere and no hint of a structure left. The sky is now eerily orange and glowing. Somewhere in the distance, strange objects that are unrecognizable to me begin to fly overhead, my terror reaching epic proportion as I realize there is no place to hide.  

I woke in a great panic with any semblance of emotional stability shortly gone. I felt utterly and completely alone.   As I continued to wake up, slowly reconnecting to my waking world, the strange emptiness continued to hold me in its grip. In a few moments though, a growing intuition tells me that everything I always took for granted is gone. Now sitting up in my bed and looking around the room, there is such unfamiliarity. In the foreign new space around me, I sense a gentle, subtle peace and calmness I have never felt before.

I was so full of the “me” I had created that there was no room for learning and discovering who I was at that moment, my dreams and aspirations stifled by my needing to control everything in my life because I was scared. The above dream was a blessing and a reminder that I continue to carry with me every day. It lets me know that God is so deeply involved with my life in every moment and to never take His talents or His gifts for granted. Not even the smallest of miracles. 

“I am leaving you with a gift-peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn’t like the peace the world gives. So do not be troubled or afraid.”   (John 14:27)

 I would recommend the following video to men as well as women. Enjoy. 

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The Clouded Heart…

“Every blade of grass has it’s angel that bends over it and whispers, “Grow, grow.”            The Talmud

I am often mystified on how the past permeates my present thoughts. It’s not so much the big things anymore. Granted, divorce, death and many other crisis or trauma definitely intertwine into the making of us, but hopefully through God’s grace, we get through it. However, it’s the little things that sneak up on me that tend to have a greater effect over time. Over the years, and brick by brick the walls of judgment escalate as to how things “should be” or how things “should work.” It’s the plaster and sheetrock that keep my reality in place that concern me.  The past words, thoughts and habits that live in my head and point me to the endless decisions I make every day. Is my heart clouded?

After trying to re-create my world “within the little white picket fence” of where I thought my safety was and having it explode in my face, on numerous attempts, I realize that I do need to de-construct every day. What I thought was so right yesterday, last week, or even a year ago, are subject to my growth yes– but my heart—cannot be reasoned with. My brain can re-wire, but my heart has to heal. While I would like to think that mentally I am over something, my heart may say something totally different. Unfortunately while this cloud exists I cannot possibly see the nature of God.

I find myself asking more and more lately, why does it have to be this way? Just because I have always followed a particular pattern, train of thought or feeling, is it necessarily the one that weaves through the greater part of nature and joy itself? Is this the path that restricts or is this the path that leads to possibilities of endless imagination? Have I locked the greater part of myself within a tomb without realizing it? Am I scattering my energies throughout my daily life or focusing my energy towards introspection and trusting my true nature to show me a better way, a more clear way?   

There is so much to learn from. Even the smallest and simplest of greetings on the street within a timeframe of a second are a part of us. They speak to our heart.  Are we listening? These minuscule happenings in every moment re-create us, heal us and have the potential to open our eyes to a new world and sometimes—truly seeing for the first time.

“It is far wiser to ask for a question than an answer. When you think you have all the answers, it simply means you have run out of questions.”    (Leonard Jacobson – Words from Silence: An Invitation to Spiritual Awakening)

THIS WEEK UNDER BRIDGES:  Gregg Braden’s new book – The Spontaneous Healing of Belief – Shattering the Paradigm of False Limits.  To read more visit the next page BRIDGES at:



THIS WEEK UNDER THE ESSAY CLOSET: “To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”     William Blake      To read more visit next page, THE ESSAY CLOSET at:

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Sunshine Blogging Award!

No act of kindness, however small, is ever wasted. 

Greek Fable Writer 

Thank you! Thank you to Anne at Zen and Genki for nominating me! How very thoughtful! Anne has a very delightful and inspiring blog at:

                                          In accepting the award, it is required that I:

1. Include the award logo(s) in a post or in my blog.

2. Answer 10 question about myself.

3. Nominate 10 to 12 other fabulous bloggers.

4. Link my nominees to the post and comment on their blog, letting them know about the award.

5. Share the love and link the person who nominated me.

The Questions:

.    What is your Favorite color?    Aquamarine or purple

.    What is your favorite animal?  All–even the Aardvark! 

.    What is your favorite non-alcoholic drink?   Decaf Iced tea w/lemon

.    Do you prefer Facebook or Twitter?  Twitter

.    What’s your passion?  Learning. Reading. Writing. Photography.

.    What’s your Favourite pattern? Rainbow

.    Do you prefer giving or getting presents?  Giving

.    What’s your favourite number?  3

.    Favourite day of the week?  Friday

    Favorite flower…

And my 10 nominees are:



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Openings in the Heart…

“Lots of people talk to animals…not very many listen though…that’s the problem.”    The Tao of Pooh.

This week has been a mixture of pain and love for me. I realize it makes no difference how love comes into your heart as long as it comes. Love can enter through methods and ways inconceivable or perhaps what might seem a little silly to others, but nonetheless it enters in ways only known to God.

Let me explain. No matter your preference of dogs, cats, gerbils, chickens, poetry, a moonlit summer night, grandma, church, your first love or your first child, I believe most people have a fair idea- whether you have been through painful pasts or just experiencing a great love for the first time-of the moment the frost or the glaciers melted from the heart. For me, it was Dimples (aka-Bunny-Girl).

I have three cats and a dog, and they are my children. This week, one of them, Dimples, who is 18 years of age, has been diagnosed with renal failure. Tuesday morning we noticed her acting strangely and there were drops of urine around her. We rushed her to the vet, they ran tests, and she has been in the hospital for three days where she currently is at the moment.

I knew I always had a special place in my heart for this precious little creature, but never realized the intensity until now and then it dawned on me, she renewed a love in me that had been lost long ago.

My parents were divorced when I was 13 years old. I lost my friends, my home and all of our pets. A truly bitter seed began to grow. My heart became hard and with it the vow came never to be hurt again. Many tried to get through the cracks for several years, and while in most cases I smiled and was polite, they never made it to the “inner-room” except Dimples.

I was in my late 20’s when a lady I knew asked me if I would foster a kitten they had found for a week. The mother had been killed and the kittens kept trying to hide into a crevice in a brick wall. As sad as the story was, I really did not want a cat. My husband’s cat that he had prior to our relationship was dying of cancer. So again, I really did not want another cat. I kept saying that all the way to the animal hospital where we were to pick up this kitten. I told myself it’s only for a week.

We arrived 10 minutes late to the animal hospital and somewhat to my relief, they were closed. However, we drove a good distance, so I tried knocking on the door. The staff waved me away indicating they were closed. I knocked again, trying to explain we were here to pick up a kitten. Finally, a cleaning lady opened the door and handed me a big towel. I looked down into two tiny little blue eyes surrounding by a tiny gray face and mewing loudly. I was gone.

My heart melted in that moment and for many moments to come thereafter. This was the passage into the forbidden areas of my heart; just enough for true love to gain a foothold in my life. Funny thing, you’d never think a little wonder less than a pound could do such a thing, unless you’re a mother of course.

As I wait by the phone, I am armed with articles and information as to how we will help Dimples with her Chronic Kidney Disease. I feel this is the least I can do for all she has done for me. She is not my cat, or my pet, she is my friend.

“Your work is to discover your world and then with all your heart give yourself to it.”  Buddha

For all of you that know the blessing of such a friendship; I hope you enjoy this video.

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