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May we be filled with loving kindness

May I be filled with loving kindness. May I be peaceful and at ease. May I be free from suffering. May I be happy. May I be safe. May I awaken to the light of your true nature. May I be free. May you be filled with loving kindness. May you be peaceful and at ease. May you be free from suffering. May you be happy. May you be safe. May you awaken to the light of your true nature. May you be free. May we be filled with loving kindness. May we be peaceful and at ease. May we be free from suffering. May we be happy. May we be safe. May we awaken to the light of our true nature. May we be free.  May all beings be filled with loving kindness. May all beings be peaceful and at ease. May all beings be free from suffering. May all beings be happy. May all beings be safe. May all beings awaken to the light of their true nature. May all beings be free.

Shift. Release. Rinse. Repeat.

Ever look at a photo and see the entirety of a story dissolve? Like your brain looks at the pixels and sees through down to the last grain, it sees the trees instead of the forest and then says ‘meh’. I wonder what it means when meanings change and dissolve right before your eyes. When the meaningful suddenly becomes meaningless and the meaningless suddenly fails to have any reality to your heart and mind. It was never going to end, because it didn’t even begin. This story telling through time and space we’ve been doing, that means everything. Here we are again lost in a game of hide and seek. Memories and patterns silenced so they never speak. I hope that’s not what it means. I hope I’m not seeing the same damn pattern repeating. I wonder what happens when we realize our telling patterns – what happens when we step back from our own behaviors and look to see how we always do the same thing when we enter and exit scenes in our movie. We make our entry in the s

The Sun's Always Shining

I imagine I have many entries about the sun in this blog to fill a book. That's how grateful I am to always return to that gold electric glow up in the sky and on the inside. That sun, it never stops shining, whether you can see it or not, its light ever-waiting for you to land on it with your eyes or with your heart. What an undeniably wondrous existence this is. I remembered something this morning. A trip to San Francisco that I made years ago, a trip the whole way flying from the east coast to the west coat I spent thinking and feeling like I was riding off into the sunset of my heart. A feeling that I was both leaving and returning home. It had this element of nostalgia with it, a deja vu kind of plane ride that I couldn't put my finger on but felt nonetheless. That feeling stayed with me that trip as I walked the various hilly streets and played with friends. I find it peculiar when I wake up to a familiar feeling, not knowing what put it there, what stirred it up

The Will to Win by Berton Braley

If you want a thing bad enough To go out and fight for it, Work day and night for it, Give up your time and your peace and your sleep for it, If only desire of it Makes you quite mad enough Never to tire of it, Makes you hold all other things tawdry and cheap for it, If life seems all empty and useless without it And all that you scheme and you dream is about it, If gladly you'll sweat for it, Fret for it, Plan for it, Lose all your terror of God or man for it, If you'll simply go after that thing that you want With all your capacity, Strength, and sagacity, Faith, hope, and confidence, stern pertinacity, If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt, Nor sickness nor pain Of body and brain Can turn you away from the thing that you want, If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it, You'll get it.

Dive Deep, The Ocean's Just Right

Easy days. Light days. Light years in space and I'm as cleared as they come. And I'm getting clearer still. Shedding all that would keep us from being light. Unloop, unearth, unwire, fray, frizzle and fiddle until it all comes tumbling apart, tumbling down leaving only the shine of your unmarked soul. What happens when you're shadow dancing thinking the magic couldn't have been bigger, brighter and more fantastic than what you are living, and you turn around to find that it's been your shadow you've been watching so far? What happens when you finally finally finally look at yourself directly in all your illuminated glory? What becomes of your dancing then? Stick around. And take your glasses off. Look on up, the lighting's just right We haven't seen anything but the farthest edges of all that we are. The splendor and the inexplicable wonder we watched so far is cast by the shadow of our shadows. What then of our light then? When

On the object of emotional enlightment as the subject.

Orange cats and dreamy numbers and little boys with garden tools and my mind was going WHAT. This morning I woke up with a new kind of feeling swirling all around and in my being. My meditations for the past six months or so have been on a whole new level. So has my life. I say this even though I've been meditating for at least about a decade and every single one of those sit downs, eye closed, watch breath moments haven't been anything other than utter deliciousness. But lately, thirty year old memories evaporating and all the juicy good feelings I've ever danced with taking up center stage has been the game. I smile a lot these days. Uncontrollably. I laugh in my bed early in the morning for no reason. Yes, exactly like a crazy person. It's wonderful! Only the feelings I'm giving me I now know I'm giving to me. Breaking the old stimulus response loop, breaking that thing we do where we are entirely dependent on the environment to tell us who we are and w