Tuesday, August 20, 2013

The Garbage Men

I am watching the garbage men drive backwards, taking everything we discard, without hesitation or judgement, into the wide mouth of the truck; taking everything we don't want away from us. It must take courage to handle all the things about which we say... "not mine;" to take it and give it a place to be. There is a kindness and beauty in collecting trash. If there is a place for the discarded tin cans, there must be a place on this earth for me too.

May the garbage men back down the narrow, one-way, suburban streets of my spirit and collect everything that is done; all the hollow things that just take up space. Universe, swallow up my useless in your gaping mouth, and make it useful somewhere. Let it lead forward to new things that give pleasure to someone, somewhere. Let everything I am and everything I leave behind become something beautiful and useful. Let nothing be meaningless trash. Let everything be made beautiful again, in time.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

This is my prayer

This is my prayer to the universe today- When I am ready, Let it be.  Let me glow like a candle speaking light to light that is pretending to be the darkness.  And then, when I meet myself there, let me shine like the sun speaking light to every star, little lights shining brightly in their own orbits. And let me be the moon reflecting my own radiance back to me, so that I can keep my own way lit when I can't find myself.  So that I can lose and find and lose and find myself again with every healing and breaking of the day. Without terror of the dark. Knowing the way. And so that I can fall in love with the light I see reflecting back at me from me. And the light I see in you, that I needed to see in me first and endlessly in order to recognize it anywhere else. Let me be the Narcissist who has become aware of the extent of her own being, far-reaching, soft and simple like Whitman's grass. Let me stretch softly out of darkness.  In my time.  Taller and brighter and more wide-spreading than I have the courage to imagine. And let me do it Softly.  Gently.  The way light touches things. Guide me to me.   To make the beauty of everything, and myself, more visible. The way the sun or kindness does, just by being itself. When I am ready, Let it be.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Who do you love?

I received this text from a dear friend from college: "Was thinking of you in yoga today. We did a meditation and the teacher said to see a woman you love and i saw you." Close your eyes now, think of someone you love, and go tell them... go tell them that when asked, you see them. I assure you, it will mean the world to them. And trust, if asked, yours would be the face that would light the darkness of someone's closed eyes. You are someone's light. I have just closed my eyes, and I was blessed to see so many faces, more than I can reach out to right now, please know, yours was probably one of them. Each of you are in my heart and light my darkness.