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A Toast

 

Marge Piercy is one of my favorite authors who penned a pivotal-in-my-spiritual-awakening book called Woman On the Edge of Time. This quote of hers jumped out at me recently.  “”The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real.”  Each of us has a purpose; the pitcher’s is to contain and dispense liquid and ours is to share our gifts with a waiting world.  In my hyphenated profession of speaker-teacher-social worker-writer-minister, I encounter people who question if they even have a purpose, let alone attempting to determine what it is. I KNOW for sure that we are all here on Planet Earth ‘on purpose’ at this time….no accident, no mistake about it; ab-soul-utely certain about it.  I have been clear since childhood that a part of my purpose is to be a communicator. I always had something to say. My mother would tell me that I started speaking at 6 months and hadn’t stopped since. Although I wasn’t sure what form it would take; I knew I had a message to share.

These days, I am noticing the ability to express the ideas that come through, with increasing ease. Little censoring or pre-planning; simply verbalizing concepts that sometimes seem beyond words. When once I was hesitant and using notes and cue cards when I spoke professionally, I now, more often share off the cuff, seat of the pants; inpromptu. That is part of my real work. I can’t not do it; as grammatically incorrect as it sounds. Just as the water pours forth from the pitcher, so too, have the words both spoken and written, come showering out.

Tonight I facilitated a workshop on co-dependence and was amazed at how quickly the time went because I felt as if was in the ‘zone'; just being in the moment with the participants. It felt, as it always does, like being home. That’s a barometer for me… that sense of the ultimate YES! that tells me it is what I belong doing.

If you could look at your life purpose, how would it manna-fest for you? Some people are fearful about delving into the question, but I know you are daring enough to do it. What lights you up from the inside?  What resonates with an affirming hoot and holler? What would you love to do even if you didn’t get paid for it and then realizing that you are willing to accept financial and relational compensation for doing this labor of love?  What are you willing to give the world?  What music (literal and symbolic) do you have in you?

Here’s to living your purpose and passion FULL OUT!

http://youtu.be/cPAEFnVZVOs  You Get What You Give-New Radicals

While I’m Here

 

Folk music speaks to me in a language that is universal and it encourages me to walk my talk. One of my favorite songs was penned by Phil Ochs, called When I’m Gone.  The voice of a generation, his music was the soundscape for a culture that was pro-peace. From what I know of Phil, he led a rather tumultuous life, fraught with the wild ride of Bi-Polar Disorder that eventually lured to him  into taking his own life. The year before I graduated high school, he departed this world, leaving behind a legacy of kyrics that encouraged people to speak up, stand up and make a difference. Hearing the song today got me to thinking that none of us knows how much time we’ll be given to dance on this earthly plane, so it behooves us to take a look at the ways in which we can reach out beyond our own immediate concerns to (as Gandhi was quoted as saying)  “Be the change”, you wish to see.  I learned that I need not wait for someone else to take the first step, although I have been  beckoned by leaders to join them on their inspired path. And then there are times when I carry the baton on to the next person in line who will bear it for awhile.  Each day I look for ways to make a difference, even if it is simply smiling at someone who, in turn pays it forward. I recently saw a woman with the word ‘beautiful’ tattooed on her forearm. I felt myself channeling my parents, who likely would have said the same thing I did…”Yes, you are.” and then she smiled shyly at me. I  consciously choose mindfulness and a growing awareness of how I operate in the world, when once upon a time, I did a great sleepwalking act. I would drift through each day, sometimes dreading them, immersed in fear thoughts. Rarely does that happen now, as I KNOW that all works for the Highest Good, despite appearances at times.

It isn’t about being remembered once I ‘leave the building’, but the example that I set while I still inhabit it. I like the idea of ‘leaving the campground better than  I found it.”, which means to me to move forward with the intention of cleaning up any messes I may have inadvertantly made. It means shifting relationships with a sense of solid communication and with an  open heart.  It invites me to love fully and with abandon. Love is never wasted, I have found.

When I’m Gone by Phil Ochs

There’s no place in this world where I’ll belong when I’m gone

And I won’t know the right from the wrong when I’m gone

And you won’t find me singin’ on this song when I’m gone

So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t feel the flowing of the time when I’m gone

All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I’m gone

My pen won’t pour a lyric line when I’m gone

So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t breathe the bracing air when I’m gone

And I can’t even worry ’bout my cares when I’m gone

Won’t be asked to do my share when I’m gone

So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t be running from the rain when I’m gone

And I can’t even suffer from the pain when I’m gone

Can’t say who’s to praise and who’s to blame when I’m gone

So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

Won’t see the golden of the sun when I’m gone

And the evenings and the mornings will be one when I’m gone

Can’t be singing louder than the guns when I’m gone

So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

All my days won’t be dances of delight when I’m gone

And the sands will be shifting from my sight when I’m gone

Can’t add my name into the fight while I’m gone

So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t be laughing at the lies when I’m gone

And I can’t question how or when or why when I’m gone

Can’t live proud enough to die when I’m gone

So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

There’s no place in this world where I’ll belong when I’m gone

And I won’t know the right from the wrong when I’m gone

And you won’t find me singin’ on this song when I’m gone

So I guess I’ll have to do it I guess I’ll have to do it

Guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

 

http://youtu.be/IYGriOgOjnA When I’m Gone covered by Kim and Reggie Harris and Magpie

Butterflies Are Free

 

Yesterday I had a table at a community event for the Grand Opening of Brad’s Raw Chips Factory. People were milling about, enjoying the gorgeous day, healthy food, each other’s company; laughing, smiling and hugging. For me, it was like ‘old home week’ since I saw many who have been in my life for alotta years. I had copies of The Bliss Mistress Guide To Transforming the Ordinary Into the Extraordinary, and the table was decorated with colorful scarves, hearts, feathers and butterflies. The reason for that theme is that there is a butterfly on the book cover, designed by my friend Cindy Greb; that was inspired by my mother Selma, before she died in 2010. Mom had told me that when she passed, she would come back as a butterfly to give me messages….and she has, in many ways.  Yesterday was no exception(:

What made it even more poignant was that it was Mother’s Day; my second without her in body, but certainly in heart and Spirit. I had asked her for some kind of communication to let me know she was doing well. Mid morning, a young woman came up to my table. She had walked past before and had seen how the surface was embellished. I don’t think I had told her about the mom-butterfly connection. In her hand was a beautifully still butterfly. She held it out to offer it to me. I gazed at it, wided eyed, but accepting that this was my message…that even in death, there is still love and loveliness.

I am discovering daily, my own sense of freedom as I allow myself to emerge from my own chrysalis of complacency, fears, hesitation and limitation. While it might have felt pseudo-safe to be enwrapped in it, these days, I am breaking free of the constriction and soaring freely~

www.bradsrawchips.com

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHHbSsdc0gk From a classic 1972 movie…Butterflies Are Free

The Gratitude Game

Although I am abundantly aware of an atty-tood of gratitude throughout my day, this morning I was invited into its welcoming presence by facebook friend Kim Summers who says she plays The Gratitude Game with her children while tucking them into bed.

“Most nights at bedtime, my children and I play the “Gratitude Game.” We take turns and go through the letters of the alphabet, naming what we are grateful for. “A” Apple trees…”B” Beautiful weather…”C” and so on. It was my turn on the letter “L”. I chose the words “Loving these children” Just then I noticed, both of my sweethearts in each of my arms fast asleep……So Grateful to be a Mom! ”

 

As I write this missive at 7:58 a.m. est on a gorgeous Bucks County, PA morning and I am eager for what awaits me in the next 24 hours. It is like opening a love letter each day.

 

A= Awe for the amazing people in my life.

B= Beauty; whether it be a blossoming bud or beatific smile on the face of a friend.

C= Creativity that flows through me like blood coursing through my veins or breath in my lungs.

D= Divinity that showers its blessings upon me.

E= Earrings that add color and pizzazz!

F= Friends and family who are my treasures.

G= Gifts that come in the form of opportunities, hugs, compliments, moment of exquisite grace.

H= Happiness that arrives unbidden. It just is.

I= I AM and then add on the affirming statements that carry the energy of what I desire to call in.

J= Jelly beans…colorful and sweet, an occasional treat.

K= Kids who are playful and in the moment, who remind me that I am  a child in grownup clothes.

L=Love that is ever-present and truly all we are.

M= Mom, who is ever in my heart.

N= Noodles…the edible kind and the type to float on in the water.

O=Oh my!…as an exclaimation of delight.

P= Prayer which is simply a perpetual conversation of blessing with the Creative Life Force.

Q= Questions that keep me fascinated with life so I am never bored.

R= Rabbits. A little friend  often scoots across my lawn who I call Runny Babbit.

S= Sand on which I look forward to sprawling this summer at the beach.

T= Tunes that tickle my fancy, music that feeds my soul.

U= Unlimited thinking that creates new possibilities each day.

V= Vrrrrroooommmm energy that revs my engine to go where I need to go and enjoy the journey.

W= Wowie Zowie….one of my favorite statements of delight.

X- Xtra-ultimate-awesome appreciation for all that is.

Y=YES!

Z= Zippity Do-dah…my oh my….  It IS a wonderful day!

Care to play?

http://youtu.be/hqvBIR0k1_o

 

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