Work past life’s difficulties






beauty is simplicity








Your word is you!









Growth and movement

IMG_1038Ahhhh, the groaning. We cannot grow without strain. We cannot grow without movement. Oh how we groan through the whole thing. Do you think we will ever get that life is about the journey. Surly we get that the grave is calling for us all eventually. Why all the groaning! Let’s jump in the ocean and let it hold us for a while.

The oceans teach us about movement and the power of the now and more importantly it teaches about non-attachment.

If you stand long enough in the edge of the water your feet get covered by sand, the surf rides up your leg, you are in it and it is simply moving around you. It has no care for you standing in its way, for it moves around you. It has no care for your feelings it absorbs them without you even being aware of it. You can walk away from the ocean and it will not miss you. The ocean supports you are you aren’t aware of it. Just like life.

The ocean accepts your trash and your praise. It allows death and life to happen in the same place at the same time. The ocean is powerful and mighty. The ocean is sometimes mild and calm. The ocean is sometimes so clear you can see to the bottom and watch your step but sometimes it is murky and you never know what just went by. Just like life.

Once in the water if you are not paying attention you will be at the mercy of the tides and swiftly washed away, the ocean isn’t here to play, it has work to do. But work with the water and you will find it invigorating and loads of splash fun, ask a kid. Just like life.

As a spiritual person we see the ocean as a representative of the collective unconscious. It holds all the secrets of life, just there under the surface. The depths of the ocean are calm cold and dark with misunderstanding and mystery. The surface blown by the wind and tossed by the currents. The ocean holds us all. Just like life.

Throw yourself a life vest and stop groaning. Wear it as a reminder that when handled properly life is about growth and movement.  With the tools found in the Divine Spiritual Wisdom life can be handled without fear or groaning. But remind yourself in life as in the ocean, if you move out to far and become fearful, be calm and relax into your life vest and breath, the current will bring you back just as the breath will bring you back to center. Struggle against life or the ocean and it will bring you down. Work with it and it will work with you. Try to understand it and you will spend hours and hours trying to do that. Just go with it and expect the ride of your life.

Disappointment is a bitter pill, don’t swallow it







You want me to be grateful for what?










I am grateful for you!

Raking mad beauty

IMG_1170 Aww, the beauty of fall. This year was a good one for color and we got to have our leaves for a while. Walking through the neighborhood you could see the beauty of the leaves all in different states of getting their fall on. Most of the time the leaves would change and we would get a rain storm that would pull all the leaves down before we could really enjoy them. Not this year, lots of leaves lots of color but then I look as my yard was deeply buried under the beauty of the leaves. I could hear the grass choking under a sea of yellow and red. There were leaves everywhere.

I looked for my rack. All I was going to do was take the heaviest layer off the grass. This helps the yard next year get the light it needs in the early spring not hindered by leaves. If I don’t do it now I have to do it in the spring, and I could see the yard doesn’t like leaf invasion one bit. So I grabbed the rake and went at it.

After a while I began to sense something about the leaves, something sinister. As I raked the leaves they wouldn’t easily move and seemed to multiply and multiply. What’s with the leaves? I was moving a mountain of leaves and it seemed to be moving itself around as well.

The leaves on the yard at first looked so beautiful and safe but it was a false face, a trap for the muddy wet layer just under the surface. Ready to pull me on my ass! Mad leaves, depressed over their imminent demise.

I believe the leaves are making a point about not feeling appreciated. They barely turn color and we are stuffing them in bags, mowing the piss out of them or blowing them into the neighbor’s yard. I think the leaves wish to be left alone to be allowed to bask in their own glory and left to die in peace without our interference.

I for one am all for it. I will rake the rest next year after their death and final resurrection as mulch in the spring.