romance & love continued...

Hum. Maybe...just maybe I am wrong.

My most recent blog has cavorted within me and has birth to more thoughts on the topic of romance. More has yet to be expressed. It's clear...I am not going to live as a monk. Why?...because just like you the gravitational yearning and pull of sacred love (the divine cousin of romantic love) is too much to resist... That, and I look shitty in saffron.

Romance does exist; ideally not as an end in itself but as the window dressing for love. Because, quite frankly, I can't go cold turkey and stop loving romance movies or listening to love songs. They are the delicious breadcrumbs along the path of life to witness and experience the heady intoxication and proof that Source love does exist. I am never going to be able to wipe the smile off my face when I watch a couple newly in love as they lope down the aisle of the grocery store. Love just makes me so damn happy.

When you find someone that is a true spiritual partner, I do believe that you can do more together than you can apart. I do believe that by removing the romantic sand in the hourglass and replacing it with the sand of alacrity, gratitude and sacred, substantive love the two can be of great influence. But this type of relationship requires join responsibility to the Universe to make the world a better place. And if this can be done together with such devotion and commitment to ones self, one another, the community and the world...to be of such pure intent that the ripple you create inspires more purity within others then you can have your cake and eat it too. You can be "selfish" with your desire to hear the proclamation of loving devotion  AND share it with the Universe together. Ohhh. that sounds yummy doesn't it?

It strikes me however, that with a perfect condition such as this you have to abort your personal agendas towards ego enrichment. And once you decide to leap off that ledge nothing else matters except loving everyone. And at that point it is hard to just love one person...and then to decide to love everyone and experience the joy of love that your partner feels for another through your own heart without ego/jealousy. Hum. It gets wacky and heady only when the ego says, "Hey, wait just a minute....the universe revolves around me!" Strap on your seatbelt for that ride.

However, if we go back to the idea of establishing the "control experiment" within the confines of your own Soul and taping into the frequency of love then it is a blissed-out, self-sustaining climate. It's a smooth ride without 911 to all the kings horses and all the kings men. It's safe, satisfying and delicious.

Nothing is right or wrong or more virtuous than the last. It is the ebb and flow of experience and of choice. It is about making the choice, minute by minute to sculpt who you truly are and make manifest your intention to leave the world a better place than when you arrived. And that can be done with or without another person. You decide. It's your choice.

But what is certain for those seeking meaningful partnerships is you have to become the person you want to attract. By tapping into a fully resonant source and embodying that vibration will bring you what you desire more quickly. By *being love* you remove the resistance on all levels until you feel as if you are in the warmth of pure sunshine no matter the apparent condition. This is yummy too. Once you truly feel that you don't need another to help generate these feelings; when you are so consumed with gratitude and love within then the Universe provides a match according to your specifications.

I guess we are looking for yummy x2. To feel it whole heartedly within our being and then have the mirror of your condition appear in a prospective partner...and then stop time to just exist in that state of nirvana forever....and then go forward together with the intention to be love, speak love, act lovingly in everything you do and say.

For those already in a committed relationship where the romantic sand has been depleted, bust open the hourglass. A total romantic sandectomy is unnecessary. It is a sand augmentation that would be the perfect answer to this quandry. Take out all the grains of ego and replace them with gratitude and appreciation. Mine for the good qualities in each other without expecting anything in return. When you commit to yourself to set the example of love and appreciation the alacrity in newfound partnership returns with an easy smile on its face.

So my question to you:
What quality do you need to change or accept in yourself that you'd like to have reflected in a partner?

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the illusion

I am going to drill down into last weeks topic into the core of what this blog LIFE....and this human existence is really all about...at least in my bubble. Chez moi, cable TV and the news is purposely omitted. It makes it easier to dedicate my linear mind to align with Gratitude and the Universal Heart. Knowing full well, however, the suffering that exists, I'd like to offer a couple observations that may ease you into a different yet enhanced cloud of perception.

I will confess that I have a library of romance movies and books. It has been a life-long quest of mine to marinate in the thought of lofty love songs, flix and cozy 18th century reads. The amount of money that has been spent on attaining this library is quite impressive and doesn't even take into account the outflow to Blockbuster and Netflix. If there was ever a romance junkie I was it. The Western culture has been conditioned from birth to conform to the idea that we can only be happy and complete when we have met our true love. I felt entitled to this experience and it presented itself to me. I have learned however, that romance and love are two separate things.
Very unexpectedly (and very iinconveniently I must also add)16 years ago, my future husband strolled into my place of employment and filled the roll of Prince. He swept me off my romantic feet and we rode into the romantic sunset. Through the 14 years of our marriage though, I think we'd both agree, it hasn't been a total cake walk. It has taken a fair amount of conflict resolution, ego relinquishment, patience and ...love. 

Not the love you think I am going to talk about. Not the undying love you declare at the altar...not the love and devotion that you swear in blood to commit to...but the love you foster for yourself to stay in your own power and truth while negotiating a sense of identity theft.  Invariably, the challenges that you face as a married couple morph and shift. If you decide to have children this process continues even more acutely. What remains constant is the dwindling notion of romantic love. At some point along the way I started fantasizing about little remote cabin hide-aways and how far I can get with one cent in my pocket...the sand had funneled to the bottom of the hourglass ...and then it broke. So, here is my observation...

Romance is illusory. There. I said it.

Granted, if this concept was understood by the masses it would warp the face of commerce. The sale of diamonds and greeting cards would plunge while wedding planners, D.J's, photographers and divorce attorneys would all be filing Wal-Mart applications. A new category of books would have to be coined called "Romance Fiction" or "Romady". Julia Roberts, Hugh Grant and the like would need to hustle a deck of Tarot cards at Venice Beach. You can fill in the blanks. My point is that as much as the concept of romance has entertained and delighted us for centuries it has a very blunt back swing that, if not approached with realism, will have you hanging in the stretcher next to Humpty-Dumpty.

The most crucial element in this warning statement is that you must seek your own divinity without relying on others to provide you with a sense of self-worth and belonging. Do yourself a favor by "tuning in" to the pure resonance of love for loves sake alone. Learn to love the Universal heart to which we are all connected by experiencing your own love and then choosing to share it through your eyes and soul. By recognizing yourself in another you have the power to transform the world.

On a base level we all seek the same thing: to be understood, acknowleged and loved. By turning over the hourglass with an intention to serve through compassion you will find a richer life's texture and meaning.  If you have found yourself installed in the vestiges of a romantic void, shift your thoughts to take a look into the condition with a lens of gratitude. Gratitude (minus the romantic Ego) combined with the perspective of the Universal Heart are the magic ingredients to healing the human condition.

Our only purpose here on Earth is to love.

So, my question for you is:

Who is the most important person to love?

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tune in

I grew up thinking my dad's name was Dearheart 1. because it was true and 2. this is what my mom called him when I was little...before my sister and I became...well...annoying  demanding. It was when we started taking up too much bandwidth that I stopped hearing that term of endearment. I liked that name. It made me feel that I was living amidst a frequency of love.

If you have ever found yourself subsisting on sweet elation for weeks and gazing starry-eyed at a new boyfriend you know the feeling; That insular sensation that noone but the two of you exist in this plush haze of omnicontentment. From your head to your toes you are one with the Universe and feel comfortable enough to make up pet names for each other like "schmoopie" or "sweet thing" or "baby doll" or "honey" or "dearheart" or as my husband calls me "Mamma Cat". It's a long story but suffice to say I believe it to have originated out of jealousy that I am the "go-to" for all the household pets. Before I reach seven Mississippi there is an animal at my feet or on my lap. Really...you too can become a animal whisperer if you learn the magic inherent in a can opener.

I call him Pappa. I like saying it. It is a name that is never used in anger and serves as a double syllabic vehicle of relief. Pahhhhhh - pahhhhh. Awww. Love that sound. Same thing with the name of my dog, Kola...Ahhhhh. Which by the way, didn't know this at the time the name chose us, but I have been told that Kola means "Friend" in Sioux. Perfect. He is every bit of that.

How often do we tune in to Love?  I mean that loopy insanity where nothing can shake you from your sweet, feathered nest? I believe it is possible to achieve this state by oneself. It requires noone but yourself. In fact it is even better that relying on someone else to provide it because it would be stupid to self-disappoint. Right?

Just like a transistor radio you have the ability to receive your desired frequency. You wish to listen to the weather on one station, talk radio that's further down the line, classical...way up at the neck. You must deliberately scroll the dial on the radio to pick up your station of preference.  Presumably you avoid the fields of static and choose something that you enjoy. Right?

How great is it to hear of people falling in love or watching two people walking hand-in-hand down the aisle at the supermarket reluctant to be out of each others physical range! That total heady intoxication that you have felt in your past can simmer in your soul now! At frequent intervals it draws symbols of love to you by way of heart shaped chips, puffy heart shaped clouds, painted hearts on the bottom of tin cans in the middle of the appalachian trail, centercuts of wood, surprise hugs, necco wafers in your folded clothes, boston baked beans in your overnight bag...love as a random act of kindness. It feels good to love...just to love...just because. The more you embody love, the more love embodies you.

You can love another, yes. You can love an animal, yes. You can love a vista, yes. Have you ever tried to capture the feeling of love for love sake alone? To allow yourself to love yourself better that you have loved another? To allow it to stream through your body by just knowing that this frequency exists? Relax into the possibility and let your mind, body and soul tune in.

So my random question to you is:
What are the conditions that ilicit your highest frequency of love?

Hurricane I Clean

There is nothing like throwing a party...or expecting a hurricane...to get me to clean. As witnessed in this recent bluster it wasn't a question IF we were going to loose power but WHEN. All cylinders where activated into tub cleaning/filling, round the clock laundry, preparing the basement as a hurricane shelter and refrigerator purge/consolidation. Hurricane Irene was my Hurricane I clean.

The day before the storm we experienced "a happening". As my husband was cleaning the gutters and securing all the downspouts, barricading the front door for the purported 115 mph winds I was consolidating and cleaning one of the refrigerators. If this doesn't sound like a big deal to you let me just explain. (For all those who have eaten anything other than Take-Out at my house within the last seven years don't read this next sentence.) In the eight years of our ownership a sponge has never paid it a visit.

I know.

I'm lazy. Not that this task is difficult. Apparently, I need hurricanes for motivation. The job took less than an hour. Seven years of resistance. What's that all about? It was a fridge colonic.

Amidst all the uber-hype of hurricane preparedness we did, in fact, loose power for six days. We were totally prepared. It was nice. The kids even remarked at how much better my cooking was on an open flame while re-living my past life as a Pioneer. Some of the highlights would be Cowgirl coffee strong enough to bolster the faint at heart, warm outdoor solar showers, kids in bed relatively early once the darkness sent them into fits of petrification and, of course, the hypnotic glaze of candlelight. The power was allowed to remain dormant until the laundry baskets breached max capacity. I wasn't going to beat my clothes stream side against no rock. However, it does need to be noted that I am left feeling insanely gypped that the roof didn't blow off the house.

Don't tell my insurance company.

What I have to report for the aftermath of this Hurricane is a set of more resilient children, gratitude for how the community pulled together particularly the weary CL&P technicians who work tirelessly into the night to restore power, appreciation for the conveniences of modern day life, a cleaner than usual house, a roof that still needs to be replaced and... a sparkling refrigerator. The entire experience, with emphasis on the fridge thing, has left me feeling lighter and joyous with an ever so slight twinge of kookie irrelevance.

So, in this spirit I ask you in my Hurricane Haiku:

Hurricane I Clean
What long overdue project
Needs a  colonic?

Dharma

The word Dharma exited my husband's lips today. This is a word that had only heretofore been uttered in conjunction with "& Greg" in our days of Thursday night TV. However, today after lunch in combination with his unprecedented purchase of the eight dollar Sports Illustrated Boston Bruins Stanley Cup edition he proclaimed his Dharma. Jeff has decided that he wants to be the private pilot for the Bruins. Not a far stretch really. Just last week he had the privilege of flying the Mets to Los Angeles.

I told him I didn't think he'd be able to do it. His tears of joy would eclipse his view of the controls...totally unsafe. He smiled. I would love it if he could combine his passions of flying and Bruins hockey.

My Dharma? In as much as my position of SuperMom is concerned I have found peace in making school lunches, never ending laundry, kissing boo-boos, ever ready supply of Band-Aids, clean sweeping toys off of the kitchen counter into the trash, mowing, walking the dog, etc. My pure dharma is in finding the symbolism, the now, the love in everything.

Making dinner still has not made the list.

My morning walks with the dog are nice. It is time to reflect, listen and enjoy the silence. It is 80/20 ratio of joy to guilt. Those sad puppy eyes are too much for me to bear. As I set out on my morning trek I decide what type of walk I desire. Is it going to be the walk up onto the finely manicured, sunny lawns of Crawford lane or the wise canopy of the Appalachian Trail? More often than not I am drawn to tree hugging and stream wading on the trail. I love the peace I find in the forest.

Once in a while I pass a through-hiker going the other direction on their way to Maine as I make my way clockwise on my circuit. Without impeding their progress I offer a smile and a passing inquiry as to how many days they have spent on their journey. They keep walking, return the smile and issue their accomplishment to date. You feel a skip in their stride with the knowledge that they are half way there. There is no turning back. They are All In.

I spotted "All In" (trail name) as I descended Hoyt Road just entering my trail head. The decision to enter and walk with him or alter my course was determined effortlessly. Greetings of a "good morning" fell on his ears before we surprised  him with a wet dog nose. His open smile, eyes and heart revealed the seeker status that is so enchanting on this path of life. You can find it on a subway or the supermarket but not nearly as often. This seems to be a enduring quality of the through-hiker; The Universe is coursing through their veins.

All In and I shared 30 minutes of philosophy, metaphysics and life stories. A six month severance package propelled him into a clearly defined life-opportunity to hike the AT. Carefully segmented days will deliver him in Maine by September 15th. Kola walked without tugging on his leash knowing that this divinely orchestrated meeting needed to be savored. The several day's prior All In had been questioning his purpose. I believe we found him a better feeling space at the end of our 30 minute hike. His subsequent blogs on trailjournals.com, appreciative email from his sister Connie and thank-you voice mail have been the most blessed highlight of my days; My Dharma of Holistic Life & Soul Coaching so clearly acknowledged by the brief encounter with a new friend on the path of life.

It was like meeting God on the Trail.

So my question to you is, What is your Dharma? Find it, Love it, Live it, Breathe it, DO IT!

"Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it. Because what the world needs are people who have come alive." Howard Thurman

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drift drive

There is a speed boat that sits in the midst of poison ivy forlorn and lost in the woods. Its engineless transom sits exposed and vulnerable to host the myriad of creatures looking for shelter during the storms. How did it conjure such demise? What did it do to deserve the destiny of a underutilized life? My husband and I have named this boat "drift drive". In boat lingo the drive is the type of engine that is factory installed in each vessel. Without an engine, a purpose, this boat has run aground...hard.



I reflect on this boat nearly every day as I walk past it during my morning dog walk. Is it more difficult for a the soul of a boat to be abandoned in the woods or parked in a marina overlooking the bay, still shrink wrapped on the trailer long past the fourth of July?


In contrast, the boat that I look at every time I open my front door smiles. It is so loved. It reminds me of one of the charter vessels I used to work on out of Camden, Maine named "Mistress". The love my husband has for this boat is very apparent by the amount of hours invested in polishing the hull, replacing the steering cable, sound proofing the engine hatches, recovering the cockpit seats and hiding in the cabin cozied up with satellite radio. In his eyes there is no end to the finessing. He calls the boat "Spin". I call it "Mistress". The roof of our house has leaked for five years but our boat is guaranteed watertight and hermetically sealed. Incidentally, it has a Mercruiser Bravo 3 drive. (Can't you just hear it purr?)

This past spring we ran out of fingers and toes on which to count the amount of rainy days we endured. It was the first time that I was actually relieved there was a boat in my driveway. It makes him happy though. And his happiness is my happiness particularly when we are all enjoying a day on the water.

So, getting back to "drift drive"...here is this boat that has lost all hope. Is it drowning in despair or seething with anger at being left high and dry? Is it some kind of Karmic destiny that maneuvered itself into this condition? Out of curiosity I venture deep into the woods to take a closer look. Quite unremarkably, the name of this boat that is painted front and center on the bow is "Bad Attitude".

There is no better analogy to life.  Keep a good positive frame on the engine of your mind and you will find your truth and your path lined with brilliance. Foster a bad attitude and you will land yourself amidst squadrons of mosquitoes in the poison ivy of despair.

So, my question to you is:
If you were a boat, what name would you christen yourself? Where would you go? Who would you bring?

It's a short, glorious life. Tune your engine. Take it for a Spin.

Be The Tree Philosophy

Be The Tree Philosophy

Be still.

Worry not.

Know your truth.
Grow deep roots.
Bend in the wind.
Weather the storms.
Observe much.
Act little.
Speak gently.
Host graciously.
Drink water.
Shed your leaves when they no longer serve you.
Rest in periods of dormancy.
Grow tall.
Outstretch your arms in gratitude.
Allow.

Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park
 Santa Cruz California 2009