Sunday, August 11, 2013

Write About Your Life. You Are The Story.

"Write about your life. You are the story." 

I've had this epiphany converge on me from several different directions lately. From my own experiences with writing (and later reading what I've written) to the books I've been reading (especially the ones that magically appear) and the people crossing paths with me in life right now, the message is the same; Be the story, tell it from the center of the thing and the gravity of your unique experience & perspective will pull the reader right into the middle of it with you. And that is the way we learn + connect + expand best – by experiencing, by being immersed in a moment, an emotion, in understanding.

Wherever you go, there you are. And that is where the story is.

The interaction between mother & child you saw leaving the store is your storyYour relationships, their interwoven complexities + their common element of you, is your storyThe beautiful creature or amazing insect that crossed your path + drew your attention today is your storyThe thing you dissolve rapturously into, losing all track of time & the rest of the world, that is your storyThe unresolved turmoil tugging at the back of your mind is your story. The fleeting idea you just had, then dismissed as too ______ (fill in the blank), that is your story. The thing in your life you don’t like to remember or admit to is your story. Your ability to finally face it, acknowledge, explore + overcome it –  that is your story

Everything you have ever done, seen, heard & experienced, all that you are + all you are bringing into being – THAT IS YOUR STORY.

You are a unique experience + individual expression of LifeBe your story unfolding. This allows you an intense power. Embody this expression + embrace this experience.

Right where you are, right now, write about where you are, write now. 

Let it open up + free you. Let it reveal your wounds + heal you. Let it hold you + release you to all you already are, all that’s been hidden behind the quiet of the empty page.

Write on,


Thursday, August 8, 2013

The Joy Light

Joy is like the sun. It never really goes anywhere or disappears. With the rotation of our perspective around it, we may turn away for a time or even fear in that dark night it is gone for good. But there it is, always burning bright in its barely contained ball of massive, explosive energy, radiating light & heat that can still be felt intensely even at great distances.

That joy light is rising in me right now, shining as long & bright as summer solstice sunshine, warming up the whole world & invoking all day play in the world of sensual experience.

Sunrise - 8.8.13
I see the pleasure thrumming all around me in green waves of light + life, the flourishing nature of Love. I hear the birdsong of the morning for the celebratory hymn that it is & I trill in unison with the trumpeting sandhill cranes just outside the door. I taste the breath I breathe & the soft moisture hanging in the air (it would form the flavor of dew drops were my tongue a blade of grass). There’s that subtle scent of morning, the smell of quiet + the odor of the awakening earth

And, ever so subtly, I feel the pitch of our planet hurtling through space + the spin of its rotation surging beneath my feet.

This simple moment – being awake, alive + aware that I Am – is experiential ecstasy.

May the rays of joy illuminate your day + your life,