Birds Flying in High Winds

Living in the forest and watching nature on a daily basis, I’ve had the opportunity to see a lot of birds in flight. I’ve noticed that, generally speaking, when there are high winds (which are frequent when one lives at the mouth of a gorge) there is rarely a bird in the sky. But on occasion, there is.

Raven Watch

Today there were high, high winds – the tops of the fir trees danced about, while the lower branches were as still as on a bucolic spring afternoon. I saw a raven plying these heavy winds, and wondered, how will he get to where he wants to be if the wind is blowing in a different direction from his destination stronger than his wings can prevail?

He happened to be at some distance and I was able to watch his progress across the big sky.

Here is what I saw – The raven beat his wings a bit, pointing north. Then he’d glide, letting the wind, which was driving just about due west, take over. The raven’s flight would be taken west. Then he’d point north and beat his wings, and then glide with the wind taking him due west. In this stair-step fashion, he made his way across the sky. When he got to my forest, he settled in the tallest tree. Behind him I watched as several of his companions performed the same exercises of flight, until they finally had a meet-up in the big tree.

Winds of Life

Nature can be very accommodating in providing us with visual examples of the lessons we might learn. Beat your wings a bit to keep your heading, but mostly allow yourself to use the Winds of Life to provide forward motion in the direction you mean to go. Fighting the winds, one will never get to goal. Employ the winds, and you’ll soon be in your favorite tree, chatting with your companions.

Save Your Life with the Phenomenal Lemon (& Lime!)

Save Your Life with the Phenomenal Lemon (& Lime!)

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Social Media & Saving Planet Earth

Communication

We have always found it essential to communicate with one another. Whether beating out messages on drums in the jungle, sending smoke signals on a hillside, tapping out the sound of dots and dashes on a telegraph wire or coordinating billions upon billions of bits of information with zeros and ones, we have been about communication, about being social.

Study any anthill or beehive. There you’ll see a kind of prototype, a little tiny mirror of our own species. Busy, busy, busy – touching antenna, gaining information and sending it on.

Intelligent Fingers

Science has shown that we have grey matter in our fingertips, and it seems that we’re proving it. Thinking and communicating at the speed of thumbs. Ah, our lovely, opposable thumbs!

Now it’s time to use the suddenly-upon-us-virtually-miraculous social media to Save Our Planet.

Use your thumbs for good!


Save Your Life with the Power of pH Balance Have you heard people talk about the importance of pH balance, but you don’t really know what they’re talking about

Because pH balance is so very important to your health, and the health of the planet, I read everything I could get my hands on and distilled it down to this one very easy to read and understand book that could truly contribute to saving your life or the life of someone you love.

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Oh my goodness, long time gone… so many other things happening (same with us all, yes?).

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Save Your Life with the Power of pH Balance Have you heard people talk about the importance of pH balance, but you don’t really know what they’re talking about?

Because pH balance is so very important to your health and the health of the planet, I read everything I could get my hands on and distilled it down to this one very easy to read and understand book.

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Maya – The Mystical Myst

Washougal River

Last night, as I drove home, the three-quarters moon was as bright in a clear sky as if it were a full moon. As I came along the Washougal River, a mist rose from it like a pure white, mystical, fifty foot tall wall. This was the most beautiful, yet impenetrable, mist I’ve ever seen. It was lighted directly overhead by the moon, which gave it the stunning illusion of physical substance.

Not only was this such a magical sight that I nearly drove off the road, but it was uncannily serendipitous …..

In my reading yesterday of Michael Bernard Beckwith’s SPIRITUAL LIBERATION, he wrote that after the world was created, there arose a mist.

The Mist of Illusion

This mist was always explained to me as a physical parting of, in simplified terms, wet matter and dry matter, or (again, very simplistically) water and land. Which may be the case. Michael Beckwith added to my understanding. He pointed out that numerous holy books define The Mist as the mist of illusion that comes between us and “the real” in order to make this three dimensions appear to be reality.

Maya

This mist is called maya in Buddhism, Hinduism and Sikhism. Maya manifests and maintains the illusion, the dream of duality in what our senses perceive to be the phenomenal Universe. The goal of enlightenment is to understand maya, to see, sense, know, learn, intuit, and/or understand that a separation between the self and All That Is is a false duality.

But what a beautiful mist is maya! What a myst-ical myst! Wake up in the dream, live and love every moment of this illusion with curiosity, exploration, joy, and delight. You brought yourself here, to this dream, on purpose, don’t sleepwalk through it. Instead, discover all it has to offer. Knowing it’s an illusion opens up vast realms of beauty and enriching experience.

 

Grace and Awe

Spiritual Liberation

It’s been a rocky road of late. Though I’m always filled with gratitude and love, I’ve been having my mettle tested. Every day, as I deal with the seemingly burgeoning challenges, I tell myself I’m up to it, or they would not occur.

Enter Michael Bernard Beckwith’s SPIRITUAL LIBERATION, which I’m reading for the second time every morning in my meditation. A few days ago when everything I’ve been dealing with was coming to a full crisis, I read:

“As a spiritual warrior, my courage to face all that is required for my transformation is embodied with grace and ease.

“This prayer is responded to by universal law.

“Beyond reasoning, intellect, and appearance, I make room for a great transformation to unfold and express through me.

“From this moment on, everything unfolds in a magnificent way. I release myself into the great excellence.”

My Mantra

I was so moved by this passage, but especially the first sentence, that I decided to memorize it and take it into my day – or my future – as a mantra. Interestingly, this is what I heard myself repeating:

“As a spiritual warrior, my courage to face all that is required for my transformation is embodied with grace and awe.”

I said it a few times before I realized that something was different, but I wasn’t sure what. I went back to the book and saw that I had spontaneously replaced the word “ease” with “awe.”

How interesting, I mused. My own intelligence is telling me to have a sense of awe about my challenges, my courage and my transformation.

Leading me on a path of considering what this meant … which I share, very briefly, here. I came to realize it told me to feel awe in being presented with such challenges as would manifest a profound transformation. Further, to acknowledge my challenges with reverence.

And so, with awe, as well as grace and ease, I accept my tempering and expanding challenges.

How might your life change if you encountered you challenges with grace and awe?

No Such Thing as Loneliness!

Swirling Energies

I love this quiet time in the morning when I meditate, keeping companionship with myself, and hooking up to the energies swirling around ….

The energies of velvety night, softly fraying at the edges of the branches of the trees and the bowl of the horizon into a gentle, delicate, purple lace, the slow, soft “drip, drip” off a gutter outside my open window letting me know it rained a little in the night, my warm blankets and fluffy pillow that I have myself propped among, typing away, looking forward to this day, planning it out in my mind.

I engage in the flow of meditation, where I consciously breathe, letting thoughts float up and out until my mind is still as a placid lake. When I return from this whole/holy, connection, I once again engage my senses, and I now hear the morning birds, calling up the sun. Ah! … yes, thank you little birds, there will be another day!

Glorious Solitude

I revel in my glorious yet peaceful solitude. So much is happening! I am profoundly not alone among all these creative energies as they flow about me—the lacy trees, the refreshing rain, the companionable birds, along with the myriad of thrilling mental and physical engagements of the day. Writings to be written, walks to walked! I cannot imagine being lonely, and I wonder at people who say they are.

How can one ever be lonely if truly engaged in life? And why have life if not to fully engage in it? Your soul knew a purpose when coming to this life, and loneliness is nowhere in that contract.

Glorious solitude is central to the entire miraculous experience of life. Within solitude you discover who you are. You can make the choice to fall in love with yourself and with LIFE anew, every single day!

Wild iris on the forest floor

Ides of January

Happy Ides of January ….

May your 2010 be filled with Miracles and Joy!

The Promise of Spring

Spring is Afoot

This morning I smelled spring in the air.

I know, it’s early – not even the Ides of January yet. But spring floated on the air, just the same. 6:45 a.m., 45 degrees F, the deck door slightly ajar. In stole the scent of spring on thin, delicate feet, tip-toeing through the forest high in the fir trees, pirouetting across the meadow, and slinking in through the narrow opening of my door.

Yes, winter could return. But the promise of the ages came into my room early this morning – the fresh, loamy aroma of LIFE waking up in the earth, of the long-dream hibernation coming to an end, of a hunger for new fruits.

Something new is afoot.

Wake Up!

The Jumping Window Shade – A Year of Miracles

A Strange Sound

January 3, 2010

This morning I tried to convince myself to get up and get to work. But the cat was purring in the crook of my arm, it was dark as pitch outside, and chilly inside. I was so comfortable in my bed.

But then there was a strange sound … some small thing had fallen somewhere in the house. The noise startled the cat. She stopped purring and moved. So I got up to investigate. I opened my bedroom door and saw the narrow window shade that hangs in the long window aside the front door lying on the floor.

Strange!

I replaced it, and went back to my room to begin my morning meditation and thus, my day.

As I sat silently, I realized that if the window shade had not fallen I would have stayed resting with the cat on this, the first Sunday morning of the year, 2010, and probably fallen back asleep. But the odd – and one might dare to contemplate miraculous – event of the window shade jumping from its spot compelled me to get in motion … and to write this!

Life is full of miracles. Some rowdy, and demanding attention – such as a window shade jumping from its station. And some quietly taken for granted – such as the purring cat in the crook of one’s arm.

A Year of Miracles

My Wish is for a Year of Miracles, both serene and boisterous – and myself in an awakened state to enjoy them.

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My Book, 45 Ways to Excellent Life has 45 “Action Meditations.”  An action meditation is something you can do every day to make each day more sweet and meaningful. Available everywhere books are sold, as an ebook, paperback or hardbound.

pH Balance & Christmas

pH Balance

What do pH Balance and Christmas have in common?

Hopefully love and care for you and those you love. Save Your Life with the Power of pH Balance is an excellent gift to give this holiday season. It’s easy to read and quickly takes the mystery out of all the things you hear about pH Balance.

Your body – and everybody’s body – wants to be pH balanced. This is the single best, truly affordable, thoughtful gift you can get for everyone on your holiday list – family, friends, co-workers – and don’t forget yourself!

Willamette Writers Conference – 2009

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I’ve been very busy attending three conferences in six weeks, the first of which also required a considerable amount of preparation on my part. This was the Willamette Writers Conference in Portland, Oregon, where I met many remarkable writers and kind-hearted, interested agents and editors.

The hotel fairly crackled with creative energy. Everyone I met was hoping the best for everyone. It seemed to be common knowledge, common energy, that what’s good for one is good for all. I believe this is the first writer’s conference I’ve gone to (and I’ve been to plenty!) where I did not encounter jealousy, gossip, backbiting, angry tears, or any negative acting out of any sort.

Sound miraculous? It was!

That’s not to say there were none of those emotions expressed at the WW Conference but if there were, I didn’t encounter them, and I didn’t hear of them. I only heard mostly happy stories. Agents wanting to see people’s work, editors making positive comments about pitches, writer’s helping writers hone their fiction, their non-fiction, their screen plays. It was an Elysian Fields, Nirvana, dream come true.

Electric Air

The heart of this conference, along with truly informative and interesting presentations and workshops, is the option of giving pitches to top agents, editors and film people, if one chooses, for a nominal fee (in addition to the conference fee). Real live one-on-ones or small groups, where real live agents, editors and film producers listen to your pitch, and if it sounds like it might fit their current needs, they ask you to send partials, proposals, or entire manuscripts of the work.

Trust me when I say the air was electric!

Additionally, there were aspects of the event that I loved, not related to writing. I loved it that the attendees ranged from their teens into, I believe, their eighties. I loved it that there was good quality food, and plenty of it, for everyone including vegetarians and vegans. I very much loved it that the entire conference was on one level, and people didn’t have to run up and down stairs or wait for elevators.

It was wisely held a stone’s throw from the Portland International Airport so all the agents, editors and film people from New York and L.A., and attendees from far and wide, did not have to spend precious time commuting to and from the airport.

The hotel staff did a stellar job of seamlessly setting up and breaking down all the virtually incessant setting up and breaking down this conference required. Everything was always clean, the staff was infallibly available, smiling, helpful and professional.

And Cookies!

There was a constant supply of various coffees (which I don’t drink) and endless TAZO tea, which I love. And there were many dozens of several kinds of wonderful, freshly baked cookies… yum!

I guess the only downside is that it doesn’t happen twice a year! (I hear a collective groan from the still-recovering staff….)

Ah! The Mosquito

I read a meditation recently that was sent to me via email, I don’t recall the source, but in it the person wrote that all of God’s creature were divine and had an obvious propose … except the mosquito.

Equally Divine

I thought; oh, no, the mosquito is just as divine as any other aspect of creation. I believe the place of the mosquito (along with the other nature-related values it has) is PATIENCE. We can either be calm when mosquitoes are hovering, or freak out – become angry, frustrated, feel disempowered.

Patience teaches us to calmly move through life, to attract what is desired, and not what is not desired. The things, events, people, and creatures that we have a neutral relationship with sail by us, and the things, events, people, and creatures that cause us distress get caught up in the eddies of distress in the river of the self, and we often seem to be dealing with them again and again, when, all the while, the goal is to attract that which we desire.

Keep Your Heart Focused on Your Intentions

So let all the mosquitoes in you life hover and buzz – keep you heart and mind focused on your intentions and your desires … and let the insects tend to theirs.

Gnosis and the Art of Toilet Repair

Today I replaced the fill valve on a toilet. I’m reticent to confess how long this project has waited for me to accomplish it, but the important thing is, I did it.

The toilet is squeezed into a tiny cubby hole that only allowed me to get one arm into the project, and that by lying on the floor, looking up at the apparatus, hoping nothing fell in my face (tools, water, whatever).

How a Project Starts

I don’t know if it’s like this for anyone else, but when I start a project and the very first step goes haywire and is much more challenging than I’d anticipated, it tends to lead me to think: “oh no, I didn’t expect to start out with trouble, so now I suppose I’ll be at this project for days, instead of the two hours I’ve set aside for it.”

That’s where I was, physically and mentally, when cranking away at the plastic nut of the original broken assembly on the outside bottom of the tank, which only produced remarkably loud groaning, whining, squawking sounds from the nut, like a Halloween dungeon, augmented by echoes from the empty porcelain toilet tank. I was certain I was turning it in the correct direction … it can get very confusing when lying on the floor looking up. Righty-tighty, lefty-Lucy (or is that loosey?). A mega-sized, red-handled, pipe wrench and I were dogged in our conviction that left was right. That is, correct. Widdershins. But no-go.

I slinked out of the sliver of floor space and called the 800 number on the box of the replacement fill-valve, which took me on an endless loop of dial this, dial that and someone will help you… and back around again. I left the phone on speaker, and let it loop itself. I figured if someone live answered, that’d be great, but in the meantime, I’d shuffle along.

Liquid Wrench™ to the Rescue

I got the idea of spraying Liquid Wrench™ on the nut, even though I’d never used it on plastic fittings. After doing so, I crawled back under the toilet (and, BTW – ick), got the pipe wrench on the nut, and presto! it instantly came off with no whining or groaning. At that moment a human being came on the phone.

“Just a sec,” I called, snaking my way out from under the toilet, reporting the progress of my contortions to the patient man on the phone. Then I told him I’d just accomplished the main reason I’d called, by spraying Liquid Wrench™ on the plastic nut. He replied that I could also have lathered it up with dishwashing liquid. Okay. Good to know.

“But,” I said, “as long as I have you on the line, the directions have a list of tools I’ll need to complete the project, which includes a hammer. What do I need a hammer for?” having, but a short time previous begun to imagine it would come in handy to demolish the entire tank in situ.

“You don’t need a hammer,” he replied.

Why is it on the List?

All righty. I forebore asking, then … why is it on the list? “Okay. Anything else you might mention?”

He gave me a couple of pointers, and was clear to let me know that I was very lucky to get him, as he was the only person to answer the phone and it was now 5:02.

I thanked him and told him he had done his good deed for the day.

I hung up and subsequently had the entire assembly in place in under 15 minutes. So a project I’d allowed two hours to do was completed in under an hour.

I had some observations about this experience:

One: Things in life are sometimes more difficult than we expect them to be. We may walk away from something that simply wants a bit of oil on its cogs. If you’re stuck, move away from the situation a little ways and think about what might be the Liquid Wrench™, the WD-40™, the dishwashing liquid you can squirt on it. This contemplation works just as well with emotional, inter-personal situations, as with creative, inventive endeavors, as with the physical world.

Secondly, as I stepped back, proud of my handiwork and pleased with how easily, ultimately, it all came together, I thought about the many times I’d done this project in my mind. I already know that every time one thinks about doing something, the mind does it. I had to ask myself, what I might have accomplished in all those times I did this job – in my mind. Reminder to self: if something needs doing, do it!

The Alchemist

And a third observation I had was motivated by my having just read The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho, wherein it’s noted that one often experiences beginner’s luck, because the Universe conspires to inspire and assist the beginner.

But I’ve often had the opposite experience in which the first step is very difficult… finding the door is arcane. But once through the door, things click into place like tumblers in a lock. I believe both types of experience occur. It may be helpful to know which sort of energy you generally have, so that your intentions are not waylaid. That is to say, if it starts out easy and gets hard, keep going.

If, on the other hand, if it starts out hard and gets easy, well then, keep going. Beware of moving away from things that are clicking. When tumblers fall into place, keep at it. They may never be inclined to line up as readily again if you move away from the current energy.

Back to Scene: So I turned on the water, put the tank lid in place, happy to see it all as it was meant to be. I put away my tools and went back to work. Then… two, three, four times I heard the new fill valve make a whooshing sound. At which point – you guessed it – I discovered I also have to replace the flapper.

But that’s a gnostic lesson for another day….

Barking Birds

I inexplicably awake a few minutes before three a.m., and step outside. It’s as still as a stage during the night between performances. Entangled among the fir trees, the moon—near full in a clear sky—shines, an alabaster globe, casting a light among the branches that falls upon the ground in great sheets of lace.

Bathed in Alabaster Light

I stand, small and quiet, bathed in the alabaster light, until I, too, become an alabaster being. A tableau of beauty apart from the ordinary, the clever moon possesses the night. She is a lesser god, creating silhouette vignettes from borrowed light, as if the very echo of “let there be light” is captured by her, so she too might create a world, in bas relief and black and white.

Rapt in a silken night, I listen to a tiny screech owl in a nearby tree, and another, several trees distant, replying.

Then I hear another sound, like a soft and gentle dog’s bark—as if a dog were dreaming this exact same pristine scene. But the sound comes from overhead. The intermittent bird call moves off to the north, then comes another. Then a third and a fourth, the quiet calls emerge from just below the tree line. They—whatever sort of bird they are—are spaced about a hundred feet apart, gently barking to one another in the deep well of night, companionably together, even with the distance between them. They sail the night sky, bathed in moonlight, nocturnally trekking. I imagine them settling, finally, to sleep in trees or upon a lake before the sunrise.

Take Me with You

“Take me with you,” my heart calls out. Instead, the glorious night falls into complete and utter silence. I turn and go back to my own bed, not so far distant, and curl up with the cat.

A Postcard of Love

Last evening in yoga class, during the cool down period (shavasana) my wonderful instructor suggested we bring up an image of someone we care deeply about, and then go home and call or write them telling them so.

I contemplated this on the way home, and found myself sending a mental postcard of love to many people in my life, as they presented themselves in my imagination. By the time I got home (a fifteen mile drive) I felt very mellow and loving. Too late to phone and, having put in a fifteen hour day, too tired to email, I was content to have, in thought-form, sent them all a bit of appreciation, gratitude, and love.

I woke up this morning, and the first thing I recalled was this pleasant and heart-warming exercise on the drive home. I felt like doing it some more… and so I send YOU, dear reader, a postcard of love, and appreciation, simply knowing that somewhere on the planet, you are making my day happier, better, sweeter, because you breathe, because you are you.

May you have a Truly Excellent, Happy Day!

Choose Happiness!

In the meditation I read this morning the author said, “Your odds for success are greatly enhanced if you speak the ‘language’ of those with whom you are dealing.

“So, if you want to manifest in the universe, you have to speak in the same language as Spirit. When the Creator said “let there be Light,” there was Light!”

The author goes on to say that as we are made in the spiritual likeness of the Creator, what we speak becomes manifest.

Of course, this is the stuff of the movie The Secret. If we say, “I’m miserable,” we tend not only to remain miserable, but to bring more misery to us.

If we say, as Wayne Dyer so wisely, but simply suggests, “I choose to be Happy,” we call to us happiness.

It’s impossible to hold a miserable though and a happy thought at the same time. Our emotional “body” will pick one.

So, choose happiness!

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