Good morning

Let's do it new now, like it's never been done, never exactly like this before. Let's do this day honestly, Like we don't know how it goes, because honestly we don't and we never did. We just forget that fact because it's too scary to remember. So it starts like this, we open our eyes and we pretend to see things and then all the little things become clearer and clearer and little by little as we notice all the in between and in between in betweens and the creases of faces smiling and the birds tuck-tuck-tuck in wingfolds we fall in love with the thing and we love and love, and breathe, don't forget to remember that you are constantly breathing and we love and breathe and love and breathe our way back to right here together and pretend that we knew how we got here or how any of that was done when it was all and always a crazy mystery that keeps happening and we ourselves, a miracle.

I love

I promise to go only willingly and not dutifully to the things I love with love. I love respectfully and honestly, trying only to wipe the dirt from my eyes to see clearer and clearer what is before me. I love not Purposefully or with some plan in mind. I never knew pottery or sculpting and you are not my clay, I am not your God, or your mother to raise, or shape you in anyway.
I know I want to love the way the sun loves; the way it shines on everything equally so that everything can be seen fully for all that it is without apology for what it is, knowing that what it is, is enough if only it would be seen fully brightly with as many eyes as it could. For all I love , I wish you the brightest light to be seen in all of your truth by as many eyes that can truly see and understand the beauty of what you contain within and glowing with out of your skin.

But most I hope you do not blind yourself by your own light, and in those momentary splotches of pure black that come with that blindness of a light so bright that your eyes cannot attune, you mistake yourself
For nothing. In truth you were more than even you could perceive in the moment. Trust me, I know. I know your magnificence, and even I don't know how much. Because you have yet to fully reveal yourself. But even so, of what I know i've become a great great believer in the light. And for that I'm grateful I'm grateful I'm grateful

Dance like...

Dance like you're pretending that you don't see anyone watching, but you know they're watching, oh... don't you worry, they're watching, so you better d.d.d.rop it. ;) or dance like everyone else is dance so I guess I should dance, or like wobble, or what ever. Because I just kind of want to feel a part of something. Or dance like, no one's dancing, This is a supermarket/clothing store but I love this song, so I'm totally going to dance- yep it's happening, it's happening right the f now.

Love like "you better love me back this way because I deserve this, and let me show you how well I deserve to be loved" then love so damn hard that your heart feels like it has a heart within itself loving itself. Yeah love deep and weird like that. love so hard that it's weird. :) love so hard that you start loving yourself more for how much you love. Like damn you're so damn lovable for your loving and start loving you for your own loving.
Love like- why the hell not? Is this life better lonely?
Sing like you don't actually think you're freaking amazing singing that particular song.
Sing like- I like it- I like it even if it's a terrible ungodly sound. sing like the more ungodly it is, the more you find it amusing, and laugh your butt off. And let everyone else laugh too. The older I get the more I realize the transformational, healing magic in anything that makes me laugh. So make me laugh with whatever ungodly sound you make. And if you're blessed heal me with whatever beautiful sound you make. But good God give me song.
And live like you believe that you're the one person on this whole earth that got it figured out. Like you got this. And even if you don't you have the audacity to live this day anyway. Somehow you're going to keep on living without any freaking clue what you're doing here or how to do it. Bravo my friend. That is courage. And you find a way to do it every damn day. Bravo.

Maybe...

Think of something you want for yourself, some experience or circumstance in this life that now seems so distant and unimaginable that it feels impossible. Envision it as real as you can make it, and happier than you dared to imagine it before and consider saying "maybe." It starts with "Maybe." "Maybe" is your unlocked door. 

So often we shame ourselves for not having the doors of the heart flung open. We don't allow ourselves all the tiny in betweens of readiness.

"Maybe" undoes the deadbolt. The heart becomes a bit more ready to hold more joy than you thought possible, and one day, still more than that. I wish endless, and as yet, unimaginable joys to each of us, as we are ready and willing to receive them. May they come gently and over the course of time, so that our hearts may slowly grow in capacity to receive and fully enjoy it all.

Today, my prayer: May all of your "not possibles" ease-fully soften into "maybes." Rest there for a moment. Breathe into the stretch to create the space within to allow just slightly more joy than our minds can conceive of and our hearts can hold. Let us be expanded slowly, gently, in a widening and deepening joy that makes us larger and more expansive, slowly, in time.

welcome to this day

Some mornings I wake before the sun, so she too could know the feeling of opening her wide gaze on a brightness that welcomes her back. Let's all take turns holding the light, quietly standing guard through the darkness, and meeting each other joyfully at dawn. Today, my turn. Welcome to this day.

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.

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.