Your Sacred Space Is Where You Can Find Yourself Again and Again – Joseph Campbell

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.

In this overexposed society, it is essential to keep some of ourselves sacred. We are so quick to invite the world into our space, into our mind, into our heart. Often times casting the net to see whom we may catch that align with our invitation. Sometimes, however, we unintentionally appeal undesirable opinions and are left to the mercy of our grounded spirit to take these opinions in with empathy and breathe it back out with love.

Our space, our mind, and our heart hold both, our spirit and ego. Ego is the surface shell we constantly need to ensure is worthy, is good, is valid, while spirit holds our sacred existence with grounded conviction. Ego is the one reaching out and inviting the world in, while spirit is the one BEING. While Ego reaches out and invites the world in, the sacred space to BE becomes small and corners spirit tightly into a corner, sometimes suffocating the life right out of it.

In this overexposed society, reserve the sacred space for spirit. Ego will survive if its invitation does not go out today. It will survive if spirit decides to sit with trees instead of with a television set. It will survive if spirit decides to look up at stars instead of scrolling through social media feeds. It will survive if spirit decides to enjoy the silence instead of the loud chatter of the world. It will survive and it may even realize that it needs to allow for spirit its sacred space in order to invite the world in that it intends to.

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Thank You, President Donald Trump.

Thank you, President Donald Trump.

Thank you for pulling the rug up and exposing what is underneath.

Thank you for exposing where love is lacked, but where compassion is victorious.

Thank you for exposing where ignorance sleeps, but intolerance is wide awake

Thank you for revealing important decisions are silent, while distractions are loud.

Thank you for exposing a failure of systems, and the power of one voice

Thank you for exposing where bias lives, and the hypocrisy we own

Thank you for encouraging dialogue about our constitution, and exposing the lack of our understanding.

Thank you for pushing each one of us to look at our neighbor and to decide, “I will choose to see you as myself or I will choose to see you as another. I will choose to love you and create an atmosphere of peace or I will choose to hate you and destroy.”

Thank you for reminding us WE have the power to make a change. Thank you for reminding us WE have the power to make America great again.

Thank you for reminding us, while we point our finger at our neighbor and at you, three of those are pointed right back at us.

Thank you, President Donald Trump!

“You Cannot Breathe the Air of Anxiety and Expect to Live in an Atmosphere of Peace” – Steven Furtick

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.

This morning, some of us are rebuilding. Some of us are sitting with uncertainty. Some of us are saddened by the loss of a love gone too soon. Some of us are sitting in rubble. Some of us are holding on to the only thing we have left, faith.

Faith is strong; it’ll hold the door closed so hopelessness does not barge in. It reminds us to stand tall and to face the sun so our shadow falls behind us, but with the current atmosphere of constant change, many of which are out of our control, faith is tested. Our mind wanders to the places where the air is thick with anxiety and our tight grip on faith is slowly lost by our desperation to try to catch a breath of fresh air.

We gasp and take in more anxiety, as if the oxygen level on the planet has diminished and all we are able to focus on is that breath we need in order to find some faith again. Until we realize our breathing is shallow and we have forgotten the exercise of the deep breath. The breath where we inhale peace, where our chest rises and our rib cage expands as wide as it can, and where we exhale all that is holding our focus hostage – The worry, the hopelessness, the frustration, the fear.

Breathe. Breathe deeply. Expand the rib cage so the heart may have more room to beat for a few seconds. Close your eyes and breathe in deep. This breath is a gift. This life is temporary. The rebuilding will soon be the prelude to a home again. The uncertainty will soon bring answers. The sadness will soon become acceptance. The rubble will soon give way to a new foundation. Faith is always present and will accompany us for as long as we hold its hand. Take a deep breath and reach out your hand.

“Validation Is For Parking” – Austin Kleon

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.

“Tell me who I am. Tell me what I’m worth.” If WE ARE not the ones asking this to ourselves, then we are asking the wrong person. What others know about us is what we choose to share…filtered through their own perception of life. Frankly, the validity others provide for us has nothing to do with us. It has all to do with how THEY see themselves and their world. Why be so consumed with seeking others to validate our existence?

If we pinch ourselves, we feel it. If we look into a mirror, we see a reflection. If we drink a hot cup of coffee, we taste the warmth and flavor of a beverage. We exist. We are real. There are many things outside of another person’s validation that reminds us we are here. A “like,” a retweet, a “heart,” a “share,” or a comment, are contributions that serve as reminders to each other that what we share on these platforms, resonates with another’s thinking and perspective. It is a bias opinion and bias opinions are all there is.

Validation is for parking. That is where we should seek it. In other aspects of our lives, we need to learn how to embrace ourselves, learn how to live our lives without asking for another’s permission or acceptance. It is our life. Our journey. WE tell others who we are. WE show others what our worth is. And if we are confident enough in who we are and our worth, then telling others won’t be necessary.

 

Words of the Hero: “I Am My Fate” – Marty Rubin

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.

Circumstances may arise that will shake our world. These circumstances will be the earthquakes of our lives. They will come without warning and will wobble our world off of its axis. Some quakes, will shatter our lives so badly, we will have to rebuild. Some quakes, will shake us into realizations we may need in order to continue on living the life we intend to. We will be unprepared. We will be surprised.

In the unpreparedness, we may allow defeat to make a home inside of us. The reality of rebuilding after a crushing circumstance can seem impossible. It may send us into the abyss of seeing only the problem, completely blind to any solution and we will forget how to find our way out of this abyss.

In the surprise, we may allow fear to drive our ambition. The shock to our system of unforeseen circumstances may cause some anxiety in taking progressive steps toward our desired destination. We may rather be comfortable with fear paralyzing our efforts and standing still than risk taking steps forward.

However, circumstances are not presented to impede our stride towards the goal. They are presented to remind us of our capabilities, to pull us out of the comfort zone of the ordinary. To whisper to us to call upon the hero that is braver than any unexpected or overpowering circumstance, ourselves. We are the hammer in the rebuilding and the driver towards our destination. We are the heroes of our stories. We are the solution. We are the outcome. It is up to us. We can lay down in defeat, or get back up.

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A sunny day in Houston, TX from the Buffalo Bayou.

You see the mess
So far away
Assume it’ll never reach you
But then one day
It comes to say
Hello, I’m here to meet you

Your heart may feel
For a little while
The empathy appears
And then its gone
You’re back to dawn
Forgotten yesteryears

But what is real
Is lived by those
The mess on the other side
Without a home
No place to roam
Same dream when they close their eyes

So please remember
You may be well
But many may feel cursed
Be kind and show
Much love and know
The roles could be reversed

Hate…I See You.


Hate, I see your face
Fear. Fear of what is different
It’s the unknown you can’t take.

Hate, I see your eyes.
Tunnel visioned perceptions
The only colors, black and white.

Hate, I see your hands.
Balled up into fists
and drowning in quicksand

Hate, I see your heart.
Dying of a thirst you can’t
Cure yourself of

Hate, I see your mind.
Thinking with ignorant arrogance
Making your whole world blind.

Hate, I see your struggle.
It’s the absence of LOVE that’s got
You in trouble.