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Note to Reader:  Sacred Threads is a spiritual memoir/essay of sorts, if you like, go to archives and begin reading from the earliest post.

On this cold, wintry day, I’m reminded of a very different day.   After a long weekend of tiring work, a friend of mine and I took a day of rest on the beach.  After a long walk, we lay side by side gazing at the sky.  My body felt still and my mind quiet as I lay on the beach with the sun penetrating my skin and warming me to the center of my bones.

I remember breathing  deeply and taking in the great expanse above us.  After some time, I asked her if she could see thousands of tiny dots of light.  They seemed to dance before the eyes.  She saw them too.

Together, we gazed at the sky in wonder.  I felt myself as made of the same particles of light that danced before me.  I experienced a dissolving of the illusion that my friend and I were somehow different than the sand, the ocean, and the sky.  I was filled with a sense of quiet wonder and complete love, a kind of love that seemed to pour itself over me like warm honey.

This kind of gazing is in fact a centering technique drawn from an ancient Hindu text, The Vijnana Bhairava.

Many texts of ancient India have been translated in the last hundred years or so from Sanskrit to English, providing yet more doorways through which we can enter the Garden.  The Vijnana Bhairava is a collection of dharanas, centering techniques.

These techniques not only center a seeker, but open her to experiencing the wonder of the Divine Presence.  The English Translation of this text has a captivating title, “The Yoga of Delight, Wonder, and Astonishment.”

One of my favorite centering techniques from this text is the practice of gazing, without blinking as much as possible, at the sky.  “If one makes himself thoroughly immobile beholds the pure (cloudless) sky, at that very moment, O goddess, he will acquire the nature of Bhairava (Supreme Consciousness).” (The Yoga of Delight, Wonder and Astonishment, p. 78).

As each object of Nature carries the energy of God, the Presence of Divine Consciousness, it follows that each object of Nature can then carry the wisdom of the Divine.  However, to experience that recognition we must stop, but for a moment, to consider Nature to be a manifestation of God.

Even the path of the sun in the sky, lends itself to revealing the mysterious Presence of God in its very predictability.  Further contemplating the sun, I have experienced its generosity in the sensation of warmth on my skin, or in the taste of fruit in remembrance of the sun’s rays.

The ways in which we can contemplate Nature and find solace in it is endless.  In fact, images of Nature, simply gazing at Nature, can naturally return us to a state of peace.  Such images are abundant, infinite and easily accessible. Walking outside and gazing up at the sky, or simply sitting where you are and remembering the vastness of the sky can lure you to the experience of knowing you are in the Presence.

The Native American reverence for Nature is well known and continues to gain respect as many look to deepen their understanding and challenge previously held beliefs and assumptions.

Consider the wisdom in this statement from the Mohawk Nation, “We are shown that our life exists with the tree life, that our well being depends on the well-being of the vegetable life, that we are close relatives of the four-legged beings.  In our ways, spiritual consciousness is the highest form of politics . . . We believe that all living things are spiritual beings.  Spirits can be expressed as energy forms manifested in matter.  A blade of grass is an energy form manifested in matter – grass matter.  The spirit of the grass is that unseen force which produces the species of grass, and it is manifest to us in the form of real grass.”(15)

Any aspect of Nature, from a single acorn, to the changing seasons can teach us more of the Truth of who we are.  What if we were to listen, and let God be God in any and all manifestations before us?  Might then we glimpse the beauty and peace of the Eternal in the Present moment?

P.S.  If you are interested in learning and experience moments of Divinity in Nature, consider joining my Women’s Retreat in Provence, June 2010.  Only 3 spots left!

holiday decorating

candlelightWhat if we all decorated ourselves with peace this year?

just a little present for you

What if we all decorated ourselves this year with relaxation and peace?

Here’s a little (less than 10 minute) relaxation recording I made for you, hope it helps you in your holiday decorating . . .

Relaxation Meditation

real gifts

Just hear those sleigh bells ringaling . . .

Surely I’m not the only one to realize that here we are in the middle of December and I’ve done nothing, that’s nuh-thing with a capital “NUH.”  The sweet part about this for me is that this doesn’t really bother me.  I consider it to be one of those charming idiosyncrasies about myself that I just embrace.  For some reason, holidays sneak up on me…birthdays, valentine’s day, anniversaries.  You get the picture.

I think that part of this is due to my thinking that the real gifts are the wonderful attributes and qualities that ooze out of the people with whom I share my life.  AND, they’re all the ways that I try to share myself with others in an authentic, transparent way…letting my own lovely qualities shimmer.

Heart gift

It might sound hokey, but it’s true.

From where I play, there are lovely qualities that shine in each one of us.  Some of those treasures might just need a little polishing so we can bring them out for company.  I’m polishing a couple right now myself, patience and persistence.  I never knew polishing virtues could be so much fun.

Last week, a woman shared with me that for the first time, she really got what a tremendous gift she could give her husband by really listening deeply to him, without trying to fix him, without rushing to some new task, without ideas about what he’s REALLY saying…just listening.

So what are the real gifts that you want to give those folks with whom you share your life?

sacred threads ~ defining ego

OK.  I’ll give it a go.

First, let’s hear from Webster.

Pronunciation: \??-(?)g? also ?e-\
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural egos
Etymology: New Latin, from Latin, I — more at i
Date: 1789

1 : the self especially as contrasted with another self or the world
2 a : egotism 2 b : self-esteem 1
3 : the one of the three divisions of the psyche in psychoanalytic theory that serves as the organized conscious mediator between the person and reality especially by functioning both in the perception of and adaptation to reality — compare id, superego

ego·less adjective

My turn.

I think the ego is that part of you and me that feels afraid, like somehow we are different and alone.

And it’s that feeling many of us get when we think we something prove or we have to prove something (are those two different things?)

Ego, sweet ego.

It’s all the ways we find to feel separate, like we aren’t the same as everyone else.

It’s that part of us that budgets our capacity to Love, to love what is unfolding before us and within us in each unfolding moment.

It’s moment that you and I fold and scootch away from acknowledging to ourselves or someone else some small, or medium-sized or some large perceived failure.  For such failure becomes a less than in our eyes, separating us from others and our own true brilliance.

It’s all the wondering, “what would they think if they really knew?”  Or more simply, “what do they think of me?

Dear, sweet ego.

It’s when we sit as judge and jury, condemning ourselves and others for various misdemeanors.

It’s that part of us that finds elaborately unique and creative ways of stepping out of the stream of pure Love a thousand or more times each and everyday.

It’s the giving in to the pull to withhold an experience or expression of the truth, pure love, understanding, joy.

It’s all that clinging and holding on to this or that hurt, perception, belief, want, idea, anger or any of the other myriad ways we hold on.  That. That’s ego.

Your turn.

Here’s a little secret, we are NOT our egos.

Oh.  And, how about a little less ego and a little more love this holiday?

practice of the presence

It’s probably a little sacrilegious that I put myself (and you too) in the same realm as saints & sages.  Oh well.  Along with saints and sages, I think that we, too, can know and live in the Truth of the joyous declaration from the Koran, “God is the East and the West, and wherever ye turn, there is God’s face.”  Such a declaration demands that we expand our ideas of who or what God is.

In challenging my limiting beliefs about God, I find a Magnificence that cannot be captured in words…at least my words.  I understand the Truth of the Tao Te Ching teaching, “The Tao that can be spoken is not the true Tao.”  Yet, still I wander through this garden of words to play hide and seek with God.

In one moment, the devotional seeker in me listens for and attempts to follow the quiet impulses of  my heart that encourage me to see  the face of the Lord, where ever I turn, in what ever circumstance I find myself.  I seek and sometimes find the true contentment of the Presence of God in myself, in the person I’m with or even the clickety clacking of my fingers on the keyboard.  With or without devotion, it’s THAT that I seek, THAT single Consciousness that playfully hides in some infinite number of creative manifestations.

In this Game, I find the humble wisdom of Brother Lawrence to be a signpost guiding my Way.

In the early sixteen hundreds, a humble footman gazed at a simple tree, its outline stark against the winter sky.  The tree stood barren of leaves with only the promise of its summer bounty hidden within.  As Nicholas Herman of Lorraine lost himself in the contemplation of this simple tree, he found himself overcome and forever changed by Grace.  He was given a “high view of the providence and power of God.”

The sight of a dry, barren tree and the vision of its full beauty bursting forth in Spring was the catalyst of his conversion.  At the age of eighteen, he began his walk to God, throughout the rest of his life seeking only the Presence of God.  Soon following this vision, Nicholas Herman became a Carmelite monk and took the name Brother Lawrence.

Brother Lawrence was not a prolific writer, nor was he a scholar.  His was a simple Way.  His gift to us was his compassionate and concise wisdom collected in a slender book entitled, “The Practice of the Presence of God.”

Throughout the centuries his simple Way has attracted and consoled seekers from many traditions who aspire to know God.  Even today he continues to be an inspiring model for living in the awareness of the Presence of God.  He wrote, “I renounced for the love of Him everything that was not He, and I began to live as if there was none but He and I in the world.”

How completely simple, yet how completely profound was his unassuming wisdom.  Such is the way that he approached his life, from his humble work of fifty years in the monastery kitchen to his relationships with his contemporaries.  He walked through his days making room for the Presence of God in each unfolding moment.

Brother Lawrence

He performed all the ordinary tasks of his daily life in the continual remembrance of the Presence of God, always “pleasing myself by doing things to please God.”  As he cooked, he cooked with an awareness that he was cooking for the Lord.  As he washed dishes, he washed dishes with the awareness that he was washing dishes for God.  As he ate, he ate with the awareness that it was God that he was feeding.

Although he lived a seemingly uncomplicated life in a remote monastery, he wrote with clarity and honesty of his sufferings and failings.  With his own body being “lame” and the difficulties accompanying such a handicap, not to mention the trials of daily life, he encouraged aspirants to persevere in the discipline of seeking out the Presence of God.

He wrote, “Think often on God, by day, by night, in your business, and even in your diversions.  Lift up your heart to Him, sometimes even at your meals, and when you are in company . . . It is not necessary for being with God to be always at church.  We may make an oratory of our heart.”

What an inspired understanding, in continually making room for the Presence of God in the present moment, I can make a temple, a house of worship, in my own heart!   The power of such simple practices; continually making room for the Presence of God in all things, all activities, all people, all circumstances, and doing all things for the love of God filled Brother Lawrence with perfect faith and unwavering devotion to God.

Free from the distractions of the world that might lead him astray in his love of the Presence of God, he revealed a clear and simple path through the maze of daily life.  Although I live the life of a householder, rather than a monk, I can still learn from his sublime example and perhaps gradually free myself from the distractions that lead me away from recognizing and welcoming the all-pervasive Presence in ordinary circumstances.

In welcoming this Presence in each moment, in making room for this Presence in each moment, I experience a stream of Love flowing steadily from my heart.  It is that same Love that is the Presence.  What a mysterious paradox is this play!  Looking into the lives of great beings such as Brother Lawrence, I stumble across practices and wisdom that lead me to the experience of the all-pervasive Presence of God.

sacred threads ~ elaborately unique

An odd and curious child, my wide eyes sparkled with the wonder of life shimmering before me, well before I knew a word like “shimmer.”  With those eyes, I begin remembering . . . Who is God to me?

Quietly listening to my heart and continuing the adventure of Self-discovery . . .Who is God to me?  How do I experience Divinity?  Sitting quietly, you may even want to take a few deep breaths right now and allow the memory of your own personal experiences of God, of the Sacred, to unfold before you like gentle waves rolling onto a quiet beach.

I enjoy taking moments like this, moments to re-member God to me.  With deep controlled breaths, I remember.  After a bit, I let my breath to return to its own perfect rhythm and my body relaxes a little more with each breath, my mind relaxes its thoughts.

I invite you into this contemplation.  Contemplate with the playful freedom of a leaf floating on the wind, with the magical and innocent understanding of a child . . . “How have I experienced God?  When have I touched the Sacred?  Who is God?”

Sometimes I record these contemplations in my journal or a coloring book :)   Giving a space for these reflections in a journal gives me a tangible something to which I can return again and again for comfort, for remembrance, for the cultivation of unwavering faith.

If we were all to gather and share our experiences of the Divine, we would undoubtedly discover that our experiences are as varied, vast and elaborately unique as each of us.

Yet, if we look deeply into these experiences, we would find that the experience itself is remarkably similar, characterized by feelings of love, peace, and joy.  Only the circumstances surrounding the experiences differ.

What elaborate creativity this Great Consciousness uses for its Play!

how long do you want to feel bad?

A client recently shared that she and her husband had a bit of a row.  And, although she now has a plethora of effective tools at her fingertips to clear and release negative feelings, she just wanted to feel bad for a while.  So she gave herself 5 minutes, “I’m going to be as mad as I want to be for 5 minutes and then I’ll let it go!”

Now, there’s a couple of points I want to make here.  First, recognize that there is a part of all of us who derives a kind of pleasure from the deliciousness of feeling bad (perhaps that’s something that would be worth clearing) AND, we all have the power to let things go . . . if and when we want to do so.

What I love about this is that she indulged that delicious feeling of being mad and then did her work to release the feeling.  The 5 minutes of being mad reminded me of having a small slice of yummy chocolate cake as opposed to sitting down and eating the whole cake.

This whole scenario took no more than 15 minutes.  Within 15 minutes, she restored her state.  She was able to clearly articulate her point of view to her husband and listen to his AND resolve the issue.  That’s not easy to do if you are all wrapped up in the emotional turmoil of feeling bad.  If you are caught up in the “charge” of feeling bad,  it’s pretty tough to authentically and lovingly connect with yourself and others.

Years ago, I started telling people that I thought that nothing was more important than their feeling good.  Recently, I heard an Abraham-Hicks tape where Abraham said the same thing.  I think it might be easy to mis-interpret that statement.  And, I stand by it.

Feeling good re-aligns you and me so we can see and appreciate the beauty in ourselves and others.  From that place of feeling good, you are empowered to flow with the current of LIFE and move in the direction that will support you in creating a fulfilling life.

It’s not as though I’m advocating that you squash those around you so you can feel good.  I’m advocating for each of us to take full responsibility for our own feeling good and learn how to restore our state to a state of feeling good.

If you are interested in learning a practical tool for restoring your state to a state of peace and feeling good, sign up for my FREE tele-class, Make Peace With Where You Are!

sacred threads ~ enter the garden

Lately, I’ve been reading an old copy of Hsin Hsin Ming, The Book of Nothing. It is Bhagawan Shree Rajneesh’s commentary on the teachings of Sosan.  Again, I find myself startled to see the abundant generosity of Consciousness, the myriad means of attaining Knowledge of Truth available to us.

There are a thousand doorways into the Garden, I just want to open one.  Everyday.  I want to open a door into the Garden, then kneel and kiss the ground.  In reading The Book of Nothing, I’ve been contemplating that sweet spot that balances precariously between non-striving and self-effort.  When I’m poised there, in that spot, I feel the sweet breeze of Consciousness playing in the garden of my life.  I recognize God.

Across time and culture, sacred writings have drawn clear and detailed maps to guide those travelers seeking deeper understanding and meaning.  For me, I’m seeking both meaning and union with God.

What makes my heart sing on this journey is knowing that there are as many doorways into the garden as there are each of us.  It’s a little startling to me that there is Supreme acceptance of  the uniqueness of our various natures and moods.  In some texts, the Bhagavad Gita for instance, the seeker is encouraged to pursue knowing God according to her nature.

In the commentary on the Bhagavad Gita, “Jnaneshwari”, Krishna invites Arjuna to recognize this generosity of the Lord.

“Keep your mind on Me alone, your intellect on Me. Thus you shall dwell in Me hereafter.  There is no doubt of this…
But if with your whole will and mind you are unable to fix your attention entirely on Me, Devote to this concentration at least a brief period during the twenty-four hours of the day…
If you are incapable even of practice, be intent on My work; even performing actions for My sake, you shall attain perfection. . .Whatever action you perform, surrender it wholeheartedly to Me, and do not consider whether it is great or small…
But if you are unable even to do this, then, resorting to devotion to Me, and abandoning all the fruits of action, act with self-restraint…
Let this be.  Set aside remembering Me, and direct your mind towards controlling the senses…”

When confronted with the revelation of Truth as revealed in sacred texts, literature, stories, and poems across cultures around the world, I cannot help but stand in awe when regarding such a compassionate Lord.  I see these threads of Truth woven across continents and centuries as a mystical tapestry of clear patterns revealing well-trodden paths to the heart, paths to God.

God in His great compassion created many ways to love Him, many roads that lead to Her.

In ignorance and prideful yearning to know God, many of us have repeatedly and for centuries confused  religion with the goal rather than the road to the goal – union wiht the Divine.  Despite the repetition of the theme, “God is Love,” scattered throughout sacred texts, men and women continue to indulge anger, hate and pride to justify the fighting of wars and rejection of whole segments of our shared world “in the name of God.”  Really?

Rather, our various roads to God, the diversity of religious paths, can serve as a reminder of God’s magnificence and compassion for the uniqueness of His Creation.  I don’t want to EVER become mired in the differences.  I intend not to confuse the flower for the honey, the road for the destination.  Religious and spiritual freedom is a means to an end given by a loving God.

Living in the bible belt, where churches on almost every corner boasts that they have the key to eternity and knowledge of the Truth, at a time when, yet again, there are “holy wars,” I want to accept the unspoken invitation to choose and practice loving Divine Consciousness according to my nature.  I don’t want to find myself choosing to love and serve God out of fear of what will happen if I don’t do it “right” and desire for what will happen if I do my spiritual path “right.”

When I stumble upon the revelation of Truth as revealed in sacred texts, literature, stories and poems across cultures around the world, I cannot help but stand in awe when contemplating such a compassionate Lord.  There is no “right.”  There are many well-trodden paths to the Heart.  There a thousand doorways into the garden.

Embracing full self-responsibility for my life is a way I can remind myself of my worthiness to live in the steady awareness of God and allows me to perceive Love.  Such rigorous assumption of self-responsibility jogs my memory of the Truth of who I am and truly creates my heaven on earth.

“Let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us.”
~ Holy Bible (11)

On a side note, I received an email from a reader who shared that she has been printing out and reading and re-reading these posts.  You might want to consider re-reading as well.  I have found re-reading to deepen my understanding and provoke a more practical understanding of what I’ve read.  In this way, perhaps this Sacred Threads can serve you as a kind of spiritual correspondence course.

lucky?

Do we make our own luck?  I think so.  Maybe steady ease of mind is a potent fertilizer for a life of four-leaf clovers.  You know, that aphorism, “the world is as you see it.”  It’s like that.  Learn to see the beauty and even luck in life and you see more beauty and luck.

This is not to say that we should ignore the very real challenges and difficult emotions we all experience as part of being human.  It’s more like letting yourself experience what you experience like a sky experiences a storm, or the ocean experiences its waves.  It’s PART of life.  Such experiences are not the whole shebang of life.  These storms give life contrast.

It’s more like meeting the experiences of day to day life with a welcoming attitude.

I think that there are some qualities that make welcoming and riding the storms of  life with equanimity a bit more attainable.  We can grow these qualities, imbuing our day to day experience with them.  I’m talking about qualities such as acceptance, compassion, courage, appreciation …. join in any time here ….  As we cultivate these qualities, I think we can cultivate greater peace.

Maybe these qualities make up the petals of a 4 leaf clover.  Maybe they are the petals of luck.

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