As Silence Goes

As silence goes, it can only hold so much.  If you have not yet cleared away the muck, silence will slip away.

It is easy to avoid the quiet and lose yourself in the noise.  Noise makes little sense when filtered through the mind.

Noise becomes a message when filtered through silence.

Silence will break through the patterns until you are left with a singular truth.

You are hurting.

Someone hurt you.

You feel alone.

You are misunderstood.

You are not held in love.

All painful beliefs are symptoms of feeling separate.  None are more or less true, but the pain beneath them is real.

If we never allow our lives to pause, we will forever be at the mercy of our hidden beliefs and pain.

There will be times wise and loving action is required of us.

Yet, true alchemy begins in our stillness.


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As True as You Are

Within this moment the Truth resides. It wants for nothing as it knows abundance beyond all form.

How does an ordinary person find this Truth?

The first steps are looking inside and listening to what the mind has to say. You may not like what you hear but at least you are noticing.

There is power in the noticing.

It is not up to you to change the mind.  It morphs at the speed of light.  It is rare anyone can catch it.  Even if you do cast a net wide enough to envelop your thoughts, they will slip through the openings to be replaced by the mind’s next great disaster.

There is power in letting thoughts be.

Fill your heart-stores up with compassion because as you let go of controlling your thoughts, fear may start to seep in and wash away your resolve.

It feels easier to revert to control when our feelings begin to surface.

For this moment, what if we gave ourselves permission to be exactly as we are?

Of course we would still be flawed in deep and interesting ways, but could we learn of a truer version of ourselves?

Give yourself five minutes a day where no change is required in thought, body or mind.

In these moments, what might you find?

Peace? Beauty? Love?

Each glimmer a lifeline towards hope and wholeness.

Already arrived and permanent.

As True as you are and always have been.


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I lived and breathed fire.

It surrounded me.

Flames raged at uncertain intervals.  I never knew what the day held for me except for fear.

Every morning I would open my door with care and test the outside temperature.  Most days were cool, some days balmy and the worst days scorched at my soul.

I greeted this uncertainty by becoming my version of invisible.  Whatever beauty I held began to fade away.

The layers of soot and ash had cloaked my authenticity until even years and distance could not deny what I had lived. Until I could no longer deny living meant more than surviving.  It meant facing the fire in its entirety.  It meant walking through walls of flames for days and days.

I flailed through the heat and the hurt with everything I had.  Pain pounded at me from every angle.  I fell to the earth, folded myself over and waited for as long as it took.

Time blurred as the flames roared over me.

I did not recoil as I had no fight left in me.

If this was my ending, I had made my peace.

Through my pain I held onto this peace as it was always a notch beneath the fire that consumed me.  As I focused on it and not on my pain, the raging fire faded from view.

My heart glowed for the first time, lit from Within.

Quiet in its power the only burn remaining was Truth.


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In knowing your Truth, be less concerned with the particulars and turn your awareness inward.  Within each of us is an indescribable something that watches everything and knows All.  When you are connected to this stillness your personal judgments lessen and a steady peace rises.  This peace fills every open space and beyond.

It is up to each and everyone of us to clear the way for this peace to bloom.

Some of us will clear our hearts so completely, we will become unrecognizable except to the few who have done their work.

This work is not for everyone.  This work makes you far removed from personal contexts and attachments.  This work, if done to its full extent, heals everything.  It heals the One so the Many may find their Way.

The workers for peace look like you and me.

In fact, they are you and me.  Some of us Know this and most of us don’t.

For those of Us who Know, we leave behind all we thought we were to become what we actually are.




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Truth Collector

I am a truth collector.

A feather here, a shiny pebble there.

Gathering together words and phrases that most resemble wisdom.

My purpose is singular in this world.  Find anything that embodies truth and become that.

How do I know if something is True?

First of all, asking a question is a fine place to start but it makes no impact on Knowing.

Truth is felt.

It is anything that allows us to feel the enormity of who-we-are.  It can come to us in any form.  Sometimes it seems to appear as darkness, but with patience and practice, this becomes light, too.

The truer we are, the brighter the world becomes.

Until we burst forth with Love and all that remains is healing.




Shining Through

My life as a story held everything.

There was sorrow and triumph.

There was joy and heartbreak.

Most of the story I glided through the chapters.  I followed the natural arc of obstacle-induced change, resistance-filled growth and ended on acceptance.

That’s how most of the story works until it didn’t.

Sometimes, embedded in a chapter, parts of the story froze.  It would ice itself over and become still. It was so slick, I hardly noticed it.

When I was faced with great joy/beauty/love, due to my soul’s partial deep-freeze, I shut down.  Sometimes, I shut down so much, I had to turn the page.  Sometimes I had to skip entire chapters and sections of joy in my story as my fragmented heart lacked the capacity to process it all.

Yet, I kept turning the pages until one day, a new part of my journey shone a spotlight on the iced-over sections.

Now, I know they are there.  On occasion, I feel a thaw but it hurts.  It hurts too much and I have to flip the pages forward once again.

I am willing to rewrite the past so that my future is clean and bright.

Love comes to us in every form.  It takes courage to embrace however it shows up, even in its most frozen iteration.

As we thaw our way to wholeness, the story becomes a melting away of self-identity right to the heart-center of the Light within.

Unchanged, unflappable perfection.  Gold already spun, shining through every ice storm imaginable.

Shining through as You.


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Find More Love

There is a great misunderstanding that courage only shows up as stoicism.

What if it takes more courage to fully access the depth of our fear and pain than skating over the top of it like ice on a winter pond?

Do not underestimate the healing power of your tears.  They are meant to bathe you in self-compassion and understanding.  They are purposeful in their manifestation.

False bravery abounds if we remain on the fringe of what we feel in our hearts.  Fear becomes anger projected outward, pouring out of us and taking no prisoners.  Anger projected inward becomes so injurious to our soul, it begins to falter and life loses its luster.

There is healing in the full spectrum of emotion and experience.  Leave one part out and the brick and mortar of existence disintegrates.

Today may not be the day you face all that is hidden.  But when you can, when you feel able, lift the light of awareness and wash it over the darkest, most unseen parts of your being.

Quite possibly instead of everything you fear, you may find more to love.


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