In a time where life seems to run at us from multiple directions sometimes we need some “me” time to figure things out, to reconnect and to find perspective.  I am planning just such an adventure next week.  For me, this will consist of fasting, praying, doing yoga, working out, writing, and finding time to reconnect to all the things that are the most important.  

We do not have the luxury of going up to the top of a mountain for 40 days, then coming down to our adoring friends–you can however create safe space for yourself even in the busiest of times. Block off 10 min, 30 min or 1 hour that is time for you to just be with your own being.  Use that time in a proactive way.  Many of us just sit and contemplate the mystery of life, but in a time where we are giving up power and control to the other things take control of this limited time to do something productive:

1) Finger paint, draw, get some play dough–when we create we are growing closer to the creator, we become–the creator

2) Fast– give us something in order to receive a deeper connection to what is important.  Give up coffee for a week, give up going out on a Saturday evening, give up tv for a month, do something, and ask that the universe bring you happiness and peace in exchange for your small sacrifice.

3) ASK!  We all have the ability to connect to our soul, we are all psychic, we are all able to ask of the universe the deepest questions that trouble us.  Yes, too often we do not want to hear the answer, but we must move into this place of connection.

Start with these simple things, and add more!  Feel free to leave a comment and tell us how you find peace, what do you do to cocoon?

“And then all that has divided us will merge
And then compassion will be wedded to power
And then softness will come to a world that is harsh and unkind
And then both men and women will be gentle
and then both women and men will be strong
and then no person will be subject to another’s will
and the all will be rich and free and varied
and then the greed of some will give way to the needs of many
and then all will share equally in the earth’s abundance
and then all will care for the sick and the weak and the old
and then all will nourish the young
and then all will cherish life’s creatures
and then all will live in harmony with each other and the earth
and then everywhere will be called Eden once again”
— Judy Chicago

We can choose to exercise our creative imagination and intentionality through healing stories or negative scenarios.  What are the healing stories and images that you choose to energize today?

We dance under the stars, and they laugh…  the moon plays her violin as the sun sleeps away to the sound of our tip toes… we dance under the stars, and the ocean… crashes into her lover, but the shoreline doesn’t ever give up on her…  We all trip up sometime during the dance, and we even break a few toes along the way…  I never said I was a ballerina, and I never knew what grace was I saw you moving steadily beside me, you took my hand in yours and taught me how to waltz… we two stepped to the sound of the flute breathing to the sound of God whispering songs of peace and love… we created harmony… We learned to dance by watching the sky, that moon in her twirling fashion, crashing like a wave on my shoreline.. leave your mark on my heart… you are my beautiful dancer, hold me now and dance with me… let’s dance like tomorrow will never come…  like no one is watching.. except one billion laughing stars…

Breath out.

Why are you spending so much time on the inhale, is life really that scary?   Each moment a shock instead of a suprise, each sun rise passing you by, you have to look up!  Stop looking at your feet, they know where they are going, give them a chance to carry you for once, we are given only this moment, a present wrapped in pretty rainbow colored paper, now is the time to open all your presents… let every day be your birthday, blow out the candles and never stop wishing… when you run out of candles start blowing kisses to the sun… in the end we are all just animated piles of dust, breath out and let this universe make a dandelion  from the that one deep breath… breath…

WWJD?

Who wants a jelly donut, it is the key to your salvation, I’m sure Jesus would get one of the yummy cream filled ones, or maybe one of those gross coffee cake donuts because he likes shit simple like that, He doesn’t need all the fancy frosting coating the fingers that just try to poke holes in the other donuts, then again… he’d probably order the donut holes, just so that he can put the donuts back together again…  WWJD, the key to your salvation… save me a cream filled one wont ya?

I am staring at the blank page hoping the words spill on their own…  Instead I’ll cut pieces of my soul, and hang them up in the window, and the the sun dance through me..  let it reflect rainbows that dance to the music of wind chimes, let my poems be God’s whisper on your ear… let me in… spill your words… let your soul become drunk with love, spill it all over the carpet… we can clean that shit up later, but for now… let it soak in.

I feel the drummer in my chest pounding out rhythms hoping that we’ll all dance. We’ve become so wrapped in fog that when we look out we don’t see creation, but limitatation… the drummer pounds away… we are all keeping time to the break beats of heaven, if we pause and listen, listen… I am not telling you to believe in God, but if you believe in the glory of your own beautiful life, dance to the beat of your drummer… pain always fades, the wind will always brush away the fog, stop lioving in tomorrows that keep you planted like a wall flower at the prom of your eternal being, just be… be silly, be funny, be happy, be spontaneous, be..here… now…

Tonight I ask that you only say a prayer for love…  ask for your light to shine so bright that she finds her way back to you… You’ve been sitting in the dark for way too long, brush the dust off your shoulders, and breath in this life…. You have so much to give this world so believe in beauty, believe in the sun’s power to grow life, and there are shadows but they move like the clouds, they change shape, they dance… remember our first dance on the beach?… remember our first sunset? Do you remember me?  When you are sitting all alone do you remember my touch?  Do you remember my ear against your heart as we would drift into better days?  Do you remember the promises we said we would never break… shattered memories can be the hardest to piece back together, but tonight ask love to fill the cracks… piece me back together in your mind.. dont forget me lover, dont forget…

Your God must be so small having to carry the weight of his children’s hate, why not take responsibility for your own guilt and let him stretch his legs, You keep building walls around heaven thinking that is is us you are keeping out, guess again.. you are just locking yourself in… We are messy and we will keep writing on your walls messages of love and grace.. this place is too fucked up to keep putting up barb wire, wrapped too tight around your neck you only breath messages of hate, take down the walls and set a table of hope… let us sing songs of praise to the God in each other, brother… you see only the reflection of your own disgust directed at a God that is tired of carrying hate… let go, breath, take a seat, and lets watch the sun rise..