Monday, December 28, 2015

5 Poems to Inspire Magic this New Year.

" What you see with your inner-eye, you meet sooner or later in the external." - Florence Scovel Shinn ("The Magic of Intuition.) 

I've found that there is no better way to ring in the new year, than to read something beautiful and inspiring. In a time of "revelations" and " holiday hang overs" and "resolutions for a new year" I find it all so empty.

Instead of creating goals based on a calendar, I try to bring in a new year with a new intention. An essence of the year is far stronger for me and it limits me not by the specifics of a goal, or failure; but by my imagination's way to get creative in betterment. That feels less like coming from a place of lack. 

I approach the year with an honest self-effaced intention to be more, or better or pushed farther than I was last year. To do this, I think it's important to see myself with a bit of an eye-roll and genuinely be tired of that "same old" pattern, persona, idea of whomever I present outwardly. Only then, do I truly become inspired for the wild dare of change and self-belief and momentum....

In no way do I think this is the only or best way to begin a year, but it is, indeed, the best way for me.

To be sick of my old self. See the next day, hour, year as a gift to become. To become...always to keep becoming....

Five poems I picked at random that are perfect for the occasion:

1.) A snippet from John O'donohue:
"A blessing for the "artist" at the start of the day":

"May your imagination know 
the grace of perfect danger, 
to reach beyond imitation, 

and the wheel of repetition, 
Deep into the call of all 
that unfinished and unsolved

Until the veil of the unknown yields, 
and something original begins, 
to stir toward your senses
and grown stronger in your heart

in order to comet to birth
in a clean line of form
that claims from time
a rhythm not yet heard, 
that calls space to
a different shape. 

may it be its own force field
and dwell uniquely 
between the heart and the light

to respires the hungry eye
by how deftly it fits
about its secret loss. "

2.) "The Self-Slaved" by Patrick Kavanagh:

Me I will throw away.
Me sufficient for the day
The sticky self that clings
Adhesions on the wings
To love and adventure,
To go on the grand tour
A man must be free
From self-necessity

See over there
A created splendour
Made by one individual
From things residual
With all the various
Qualities hilarious
Of what
Hitherto was not:

A November mood
As by one man understood;
Familiar, an old custom
Leaves falling, a white frosting
Bringing a sanguine dream
A new beginning with an old theme

Throw away thy sloth
Self, carry off my wrath
With its self-righteous
Satirising blotches.
No self, no self-exposure
The weakness of the proser
But undefeatable
By means of the beatable

I will have love, have love
From anything made of
And a life with a shapely form
With gaiety and charm
And capable of receiving
With grace the grace of living
And wild moments too
Self when freed from you.
Prometheus calls me: Son,
We’ll both go off together
In this delightful weather

3.)  From Dr. Suess. 
"You have brains in your head. 
You have feet in your shoes. 
You're on your own. And you know what you know. 
And you are the one who'll decide where to go."

4.) "What you Make it" - Emil Carl Aurin

"This old, old world is a dreary place
For the man whose pass is a frowning face; 
Who looks for the shadows instead of the light, 
For the sordid and dull instead of the bright, 
Who sees but the worry and labor and strife
Instead of the glory and sunshine of life.

But for him who possesses the saving grace
Of a laughing heart and a smiling face, 
Who sings at his work and laughs at defeat, 
and looks for the good and the bright and the sweet, 
Who cheers on his fellows by word and by deed, 
This world is a pleasant place indeed.

5.) A stanza from "Who I really am."

"Leave me without companion,
without camaraderie, and without friend, 
First take away the awareness of myself,
then let me see who I really am."
-Nashat Isfahani ("Love's Alchemy") 

And so it is all yours to learn, leave behind, let go of, live in, or love with....GO!

"Shimmer with a smile. Life is hard, bloom anyway."

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Words. Words. Words...

I have a friend  that I will leave nameless and refer to as "Jeff Weldy" who used to mock me and my long emails/instant starting a sentence and then writing: "words...words..words..." It never got old. Never.

"So there once was this old broad. She lived back in the eighteen hundreds, did stuff, said stuff and was wicked smart, like knew things and gave people good ideas for when they needed them. "

"A woman named Florence Scovel Schinn was, to me, a ingenue and prolific mentor whose thoughts and translations of life, spirit, universe, the collective and of course, common sense, still ring truer than nearly any "new age" teacher of today."

Two of her more popular books are titled: "The Game of Life." and "Your Word is Your Wand."

I have this debate all too often. People often tell me "you put too much value in words." or "Its semantics" or "Its not about the lyrics, its the music." or "They are just words, jeez, that's not what I meant."

Now, that would be fine and dandy if WORDS were not one of the main vessels of communication other than body language. Especially, in a day and age when people look at cell phones, tablets and computer screens instead of eyes, faces and feel the energy between two people sharing thoughts and feelings. I am on the "Your word is your wand." side of things.

Florence means it in many ways. ( So I believe.) Mostly in the idea that what you put into the universe matters. The vibrational power of saying or writing your goals, your dreams, your manifestations, your apologies...etc indeed carry some kind of power.  They actually have a weight and depth (atomically speaking) once they are released. She even goes on to say they are still extremely effective when NOT released. Who can argue that?

Say in your head only: "I'm a horrible person." twenty times and then say: "I'm a valuable, loving, and unique person of worth and smiles." Test that theory. You'll see what I mean.

So, back to words. Those "silly" letters put together to make sounds describe things. ( I jest.) Truly. I am so in love with words, and words mean everything to me. That said, I realize that we see (or hear) things as WE are, not as THEY are. I get that, and I am usually good at taking it into consideration. That does not mean I am not guilty of misplacing anger, transference or straight-up projecting my own crap into the words I say to others. I'm human.

In Florence Scovel Schinn's Book: "The Magic Path of Intuition" she talks often about manifesting and positive affirmations. In "lesson 3" she chose the word "Sweep" to explain how to clean out any inner words, thoughts, or ideas that do NOT SERVE you or your greater purpose.

"The word sweeps gives you a picture of action. This spiritual broom sweeps out all belief in lack, loss, failure, resentment, inharmony, sadness, etc. You are asleep to your good while these negative thoughts clutter your mental house. You resent someone, thereby giving that person power to harm you. You feel you are a failure, therefore missing your opportunity for brilliant success. You are overwhelmed with with a feeling of loss, and that friends and prosperity have gone from your life. You are still asleep in the "dream of opposites." Wake up and you will find a new world of health, wealth and happiness with every desire of your heart fulfilled. It is brought about by your word, for your word is your wand." 

Let me remind you, she was a America, published in 1925. It is so inspiring to me, and also disheartening, that we ( the collective) had such knowledge and still, STILL go on berating ourselves and each other instead of sweeping out the negative.

So here we are. I'm grabbing my emo-broom, today and for the entire new year of 2016.  How about you?

"Shimmer with a smile. Life is hard, bloom anyway."

Home is everywhere you go. Home is both here and there for them.

There are so many variations of describing what "home"means. Honestly, I feel like I've spent the majority of my life being homesick for some distant place I have yet to identify. In the meantime though,  I take pride in building little nests all over the place.

This fall is no different. I recently moved into a house that truly hugged me. A home when I first crossed her threshold. I'm a big believer in presentation and ambiance. Smells, sights, feelings of a place can deeply affect my mood, and in thirty - eight years, I've learned it does the same for others too.

Let's face it, I am in one of those little vacuums of time in life, when one is sandwiched  between stages. I am not yet divorced, but not living as a married person. I am a single parent building a new Homefront, but my ex lives two minutes away and we see each other daily. That said, my only concern has been to transition my children as comfortably as possible. (This is why I had my house set up 24 hours after the movers left.) I want them to feel the big embrace of comfort and sanctuary when everything else seems to be fluid and in flux.

I am reemerging from the wreckage of all this now. I am fully aware that I most likely won't have such freedoms to design and decorate my house like this if I ever choose co-habitation with others than my kids. Even with them, I'll have to "normalize" so as not to embarrass them. But for now, I hit the big ol' "F*ck it" button and created a gypsy tent-bed, painted the stairs to look like books, put inspirational quotes and love reminders all over the place, painted the door, the external window shutters, and am working on stained glass window hangers with my kids handprints and favorite flowers.

From the outside, in a stuffy (but beautiful and safe) suburb, I'm "Weird." So what? My kids love the whimsical and very personalized touches. But everything can be started anew, or changed or readdressed with new perspective (or paint). That will be yet another good life lesson for them.

There is a blessing from  John O'donohue's "To bless the space between us."

"Home is where the heart is. It stands for the sure center where individual life is shaped and from where it journeys forth. What it ultimately intends is that each of its individuals would develop the capacity to be at home in themselves. This is something that is usually overlooked, but is a vital requirement in the creativity and integrity of individual personality. It has to do with the essence of a person, their sense of their own inner ground. When a person is at home in his life, he always has a clear instinct about the shape of outer situations; even in the midst of confusion he can discern the traces of a path forward. When one is at home in oneself, one is integrated and enjoys a sense of balance and poise. In a sense that is exactly what spirituality is: The art of homecoming."

I know things don't last or stay the same very long. I also know that when my children feel loved, creative and confident in themselves, my divorce or mistakes or mean girls and life's unexpected disappointments won't topple them.

I've worked really really hard to get through my own childhood and lack of any of those things to provide and permeate self-love, self-trust and the overriding truth that YOU (they) are everything they need already and that trusting that and standing sure-footed in themselves will only help them bend in the winds of change.

Happy Friday. Happy home-in-yourself wishes to you,