9. Day 3: Joy Is Ordinary, Ordinary Is Joy
I have a feeling that joy is quite connected to the ordinary. Can you tell me/show me what is meant by being ordinary? HS: Dearest One, the practice of ordinary is the practice of noticing, allowing and being what is true about you all the time. Ordinary is what is always true, no exceptions. Ordinary is the rock upon which you build your life. Ordinary is what the universe is. Ordinary is what IS. You long sought extraordinary as a way to tell yourself you are better what what is. It is a fool’s game which leaves players exhausted, lost, traumatized and forgetful. Extraordinary is...
Read More9. Day 1: A Month Of Living Joy
After a number of epic traveling days which included a rugby match at Twickenham, an advent feast in the Cotswolds with old army friends and a day of networking with the fantastic team at BNI UK headquarters I needed to hear the Holy Spirit on a deep level. Me: What do I need to know right now in my travels? HS: Dearest One, Welcome to your day and living joy. Traveling is a bountiful way to experience yourself unconditionally in all conditions. You will be in many experiences which will bring up much forgotten within you, this not-knowing that arises may take you by surprise but you may...
Read More8. Day 25: Traveling Poems
Yesterday’s sunrise was breathtaking, all orange and pink and cold. Today thy sky hung heavy with cloud. A perfect day for staying in. “Today We Give Thanks” Frost, powder-white and glistening heavy wadding of cloud taking up space on the moor rocket cars oblivious to the beauty surrounding their passage Today, we declare, a day of rest Let the Snug be enough close, warm, with peephole windows to the passing world Today we give thanks for this day of days here and now breath and comfort life and living Enough. It is entirely enough. “Good...
Read More8. Day 14: Why Takes A Holiday
I need to know why. Why??!!! My husband asks “How?” Together we want to know. And this is the month of extending love to Not-Knowing. How perfect is it then that we get to be in a brand new, yet ancient place. We have now arrived in London and woken to rain. Rain, alone, washed away my usual need to know “why?” Coming from such drought in California it is such a glorious gift and joy just to see gray skies and hear the rain drops steadily on the roof I am deliciously immersed in the present moment. I think, for me, why includes past, present and future...
Read More8. Day 12: Going With God
I love airports. They are such a picture of an in-between world. All who come are welcome. Thousands of strangers rub shoulders and glances and kindness and annoyance on their way to somewhere else. I love it because when I have finally made it to the airport I know I am on my way. This is not to be confused with having arrived. An interesting distinction. I am, indeed, on my way to feeling less fearful of Not-Knowing but I have not arrived. Right now, as the hours and minutes tick down to our boarding the plane I am experiencing tumultuous feelings and thoughts: gratitude,...
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