inspiration, journaling, meditation, mindfulness, Personal Development, Personal growth, spirituality, Uncategorized

Shadows

As I was sitting in the plumeria grove yesterday, drifting in and out of meditation, I looked down to see my left hand completely in shadow, and my right hand completely lit up.

I’ll admit. I spent a bit of time figuring out how to photograph it; it was quite lovely. I settled back in again. Enjoying the solitude, the breeze, watching the parrots’ sideways walking on the branches.

I began to think of shadows.. and the concept of shadow work. So many times when shadow work is talked about, it’s meant the parts of us we don’t like. Or trauma we have experienced. Things we’ve shoved way back in our brain cupboards. Unwanted, and yet, we can’t quite bring ourselves to get rid of them either.

And then I thought… “what if” … and if you’ve known me any length of time you know how fond I am of “what if” being a jumping off point for exploration rather than a tsunami of anxiety….

What if there are things in the shadows that are wonderful, and precious, and maybe our deepest true self? Tucked away because they were “too”. Too odd. Too bold. Too different. Maybe tucked away out of fear of losing what is familiar- groups of people we relate to, too big a challenge to our sense of self. Hidden behind a big ol’ box of What Will Other People Think. Requiring the deepest relational commitment of all. To our Self.

This and. Not either or.

As we look into the shadows, healing wounds and discovering treasures, it’s important to be compassionate with ourselves, and with others. There might be a whole lot of internal work that happens that will shock people who knew one aspect of you, when they suddenly meet your next incarnation

(there can be many incarnations within one lifetime, I feel)

Like back in high school math class, when I sometimes just knew the answer to a complex problem. The teacher would challenge me to “show my work” and I couldn’t, because I simply knew the answer by looking at it.

One of my friends has been posting amazing images of all the monarch butterflies emerging in their yard this Spring. It’s amazing to watch the chrysalis go from a green and gold jewel to clear, and then the butterfly makes its way out, transformed.

I have so many life shifts happening right now. The very pragmatic and fast approaching need to find where “home” is next. Work that is not so hard on my body and spirit. And beautiful inner alchemy.

So yes, I may seem the same, yet somehow different. I can hardly wait to step out of the shadows, into the light.

Shining.

Radiant.

And to hug those I love so much.T

hanks for reading.I love you.

Creativity, inspiration, meditation, music, Personal growth

Make the Leap

Not my usual pretty picture to go with my words, but it’s so beautiful to me.

An affirmation that it’s worth putting one’s Self out there.
I create music as part of what I do… both electronic and acoustic. During Fleet Maul’s free online summit “Best Year of Your Life”, people kept mentioning this app called Insight Timer. I’m not much an app user, but I thought I’d check it out. In case like me, you don’t know what it is, it’s the worlds largest free meditation app, with over 18,000,000 users, and over 10,000 people providing content.

And hey! They have music. And I thought… what’s the worse that could happen… people won’t listen to it, or what I submit won’t get approved (it’s curated.)

The first time, about a month ago, I got an email that I had one of my pieces chosen as a staff pick. I was blown away, thought it was a fluke, and enjoyed it for what it was.

This morning I woke up to an email that another piece had been chosen to be featured.

Mind. Blown. I really needed that boost today.
I hope this encourages at least one of you to put yourself out there.. you never know what can happen!

Here’s the link to the featured song: https://insighttimer.com/craftngt…/guided-meditations/five
And here’s the link to my profile there: http://insig.ht/craftngthespirit

So much gratitude!



inspiration, journaling, meditation

The Space Between

Today I was introduced to the concept of samputa, which can mean anything from a round covered case, to the space between two bowls, hearts, or chakras. I thought about this all through my day.

How the space between two reflective objects, through the bending of light can reveal different aspects of each other, sometimes a pattern of infinite Self, infinite Other.

How the space between an inhale and exhale, or a wave reaching the shore and returning to the ocean creates the perception of time standing still.

How the space between letters can create clarity or confusion.

How the space between silence and sound can increase the significance of each other, and how the space between waves determines whether a tone is high or low in pitch.

How the space between people can create a delightful tension between lovers, or raise feelings of discomfort between people unknown to each other.

How looking at or through the space around and within an object will reveal as much about what contains it as it does the object itself.

How the space between sleep and wakefulness can hold the most profound experience.

I then started thinking about space and time, how they are related, and how perhaps somewhere, sometime, they are One, or trade places. And then I found this quote by Oliver Gaspirtz, which blew my mind:

“But what if the universe has not always been expanding? What if it’s pulsating, and one pulse takes trillions of years, and right now the universe is inhaling, and before that, trillions of years ago, it was exhaling?”

Attachment, inspiration, meditation, mindfulness, Personal growth, spirituality

Holy Ground

Before I knew of such things as chakras, and Saturn returns, I drew this oh so long ago

Recently I’ve begun training to become a meditation teacher, and all of us in the virtual class are so exuberant, and diving in full soul.

Many are sharing pictures of their meditation nooks/spaces/rooms. Beautiful spaces all, complete with lovely tapestries, altars, and such.

I have little informal I suppose you could call altars throughout my house. Little groupings of items collected or gifted over the years. Musical instruments in one corner, the marble cafe table from an ancestor’s store with the shop bell, crystals, a microscope and discarded cards I find on walks. But I really don’t have any one spot I consistently go to set my mind free.

I thought of the Martha Graham quote: “Wherever a dancer stands ready, that spot is holy ground”…and then I realized. I am my meditation room. Wherever I am, I take my holy ground with me. Wherever I can fully be in the moment.. watching ocean waves, or leaves fluttering on a tree, or follow the path of birds riding currents on air, get lost in music I am creating. All of it is a variation on meditation as I see it.

There is great comfort and joy and something special about having a traditional place to contemplate life, the Universe and everything.. the buildup of energy there is tangible. It’s why sometimes people venture into a church or temple without knowing exactly why, other than the pull was there, and comfort and perhaps realizations were found.

I am so grateful that I can find this wherever I go- on the train, on a bench in a park, on a walk and stopping and overlooking the city.

My body is my temple, and my mind, its rooms.

Creativity, focus, inspiration, meditation, mindfulness, Personal Development, Personal growth

Singing on the Trail

On my way back down the mountain today, in the distance behind me, I could hear someone singing.. singing deeply from their soul.

I slowed down so I could enjoy the singing. My Spanish is not wonderful, and it’s not in this clip, but I could swear at one point they sang “There are not words in my mouth that say how I feel in my heart”.

My brain shot back in time to a job I had where the custodian, from Laos, sang all the time. He told me the days he sang loudest and longest were the days he was missing his country the most.

I remember years ago I would hear people randomly singing or whistling through their day, and I don’t really hear it much any more. That in part is what made today so special.

I would like there to be ease in the world again where when people felt it rise up, the songs would come, and mingle with those of the birds like they did today.