Sunday, October 15

Baby Smiles as Meditation

You know when you're having a frazzled day and something pops up in your face to get you to slow down, get back to earth, and just remember how amazing life is? Today, that something for me was a smiling baby.

In my mad dash to get all my errands done, I was up in my head rushing through the aisles of the store and running through the checklist in my head. I get that way now and again, forgetting to breathe deeply and relax into my moments. I can't even say it's the human condition or the world we live in. It's not any of that, it's forgetting to remember or overlooking the ease and flow that's always here to carry us when we remember to just slow it all down.

I look up as I push my cart around, and there he is, this little round faced ball of happiness just staring at me. The moment our eyes meet, he breaks into a huge smile like my turning to look at him was all he was waiting for, like we're bff's who haven't seen each other in ages and are about to slow-motion run to high-five each other for being so totally awesome. Instantly and uncontrollably my own face breaks out to match his joy, his tush being pushed away as his mother does her own version of dashing to get her own errands done.

Thank you for the large dose of light little pudge, you had perfect timing!

Tuesday, August 22

The End of Time: The Next Revolution in Our Understanding of the Universe

When a book clearly articulates a map of "time" that makes the most sense, you have to go get yourself a copy of that book...

“Nows within this now, rather like snapshots in an album. Each Now is separate and a world unto itself, but the richly structured Nows 'know' about one another because they literally contain one another in certain essential respects. As consciousness surveys many things at once in one Now, it is simultaneously present, at least in part, in other Nows. This awareness of many things in one could well exist in a much more pronounced form in other places in Platonia.” ― Julian Barbour


The End of Time: The Next Revolution in Our Understanding of the Universe by Julian Barbour

Saturday, July 29

Your brain hallucinates your conscious reality

Right now, billions of neurons in your brain are working together to generate a conscious experience -- and not just any conscious experience, your experience of the world around you and of yourself within it. How does this happen? According to neuroscientist Anil Seth, we're all hallucinating all the time; when we agree about our hallucinations, we call it "reality." Join Seth for a delightfully disorienting talk that may leave you questioning the very nature of your existence.

Tuesday, June 13

You dance inside my chest


In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
~Rumi

It's all about that heart-click, that little dance your heart does inside your chest. I've always wondered what that was about and what that meant. No one had to tell me it's the secret of this universe, that your heart is where dreams are born and your heart is where they are received. 

Sunday, May 14

That Still Small Voice

When That still small voice says wait, I wait
When That still small voice says march, I march
When That still small voice says bloom, I let my petals unfurl
and expose myself to the Sun
For as long as I am keeping presence of mind
For as long as I am in that instant beyond time
I can always hear that still small voice of Mine
With the whispers of this voice I act with perfect timing
I'm in the right place at the right time
Miracles flow from my fingertips
And I'm assured and confident in what will come
By this quiet nudging in my heart
I am lead, I am powered, and remain unmoved by the world's mirage
My phantom self subdued, I only hear That Voice
My projected world enlightened, I only feel That Voice
That Voice that is smaller than an atom
And as vast as the Cosmic Skies
That Voice that strikes like lighting
In the quiet spaces of my being
That weightless Voice that eliminates all that is heavy within me
That Voice, That I Am
When That still small voice says listen, I get quiet inside
And I listen to the wordless guidance of an Eternal Sun

~K

Monday, April 10

Cleansed, Refreshed…Woke

It’s right from my solar plexus that I feel the energy moving. I close my eyes and let the sway of this golden current take over everything, wash over everything, and paint the world anew in fiery shimmering hues. I am creative, simply reclined in bed I play the solar center of my universe.

Depending on the day I would swear to you that we are nothing more than chemical reactions. Or…we are Living Light masquerading as form. Or…we are blood and bones destined to bump and grind our way to our delightful graves. Depending on the day I would swear to you that I am me and you are you and we’re at our best when we’re leaving each other alone to do what we do. Depending on the day, maybe if I’ve had that second glass of wine, I’ll just stare at you dopey eyed and in love because wine, like chocolate, sends me into an oxytocin coma.

 "Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes." – Walt Whitman 

What magical contraption is this existence that I can be so contrary and so together at the same time?

I wholeheartedly love this life for the spaciousness it offers and for all the wonder it contains. There is so much space. There is so much wonder. There is so much beauty even amidst rampant homosapien stupidity. From the morning drives accompanied by great minds streaming through my car stereo to the days overflowing with the magic only so few notice, I feel it in my atoms – the greatness, the vastness, the all-giving-ness of each moment. So much synchronicity waits our acknowledgement. So much divinity waits to meet us.

It takes just a moment of being fully present, filled with presence, to see and hear and feel the majesty of our invisible wholeness. It takes just a mindful instant to widen your open heart even more. I’m overwhelmed often by life’s generosity, by the sight and understanding it has seeded me with that leaves me witnessing and unfolding within a world that is more awe than it is ordinary.

This thing I feel…it’s timeliness and forever entangled and woven into every self I have ever been and will ever be.

Baby Smiles as Meditation

You know when you're having a frazzled day and something pops up in your face to get you to slow down, get back to earth, and just remem...