My mother was very flawed. Like all humans. We did not have a great relationship. I was not loved or nurtured by her. I watched her love others. She actually kept others from being kind to me. She cursed me on my birth. But that is not the point. She gave me the perfect lessons I needed to share my gifts. When all others either ignore my efforts, are unkind to me and are bothered by how different my point of view is, I rarely notice. It is because that is what I was being groomed to excel in. It did not occur to me until a few years back when everyone was criticizing what I do and what I write. Didn’t they see how much I love? It was then that I realized that I was given the best mother and the best growing up scenario that would help me share my gifts in this world without being broken by the process. That same sentiment was one I worked on through my whole relationship with my mother and family. My mother’s best quality was that she was able to make the most down and out person feel like they were […]
How do you know that: The next altruistic act, Serendipitous encounter, Grandiose epiphany, Rant, Cry, Struggle, Simple act of kindness, Quiet resolve, Sincere smile, Honest self-reflection, Is not the flash point, That uplifts all of Humanity, With its purity of intent, And alignment to the moment?
To have the sweet taste of gratitude always upon your tongue, A quiet resolve of peacefulness always in your heart, A light bounce of confidence always in your step, A melodic ring of enthusiasm always in your voice, To wear a subtle sign of accomplishment slightly above your brow, And walk with a gently worn welcome mat always at your feet. Jen Ward
When life brings problems…it teaches resilience. When everything is taken away…it shows how little is truly needed. When everyone walks away…one becomes self-reliant. When no one is around to love…Love reveals itself in every crevice. When thoughts are stifling…one finally learns to disengage from them. When the whole world seems insane…it reveals the simplicity of truth. When the heart feels broken…it is ego that takes the blow. When there is loss through death…the illusion of separation is revealed. When one cries out in anguish…the soul celebrates the freedom. When one gives up…the true journey begins.
A friend of mine asked me to extrapolate on this beautiful poem that touches him. Love tells me I am everything, Wisdom tells me I am nothing, Between these two my life flows. ~ Nisargadatta When we Love, we open up to every experience. A stranger walking by with a look of concern on their face can bring us to weep with compassion. Every being is a reflection of an experience we have rejoiced or struggled with. Every blade of grass sings to us and every atom is a universe in itself that carries the potential to Love and be loved. I have prayed to God and a tree has answered. I have been admonished by a dandelion who I carelessly picked before her seeds where ready to parachute. I have looked at a soul and felt the depth of their struggle and have held the tears inside. All these things make living and loving so complete. One life can fill volumes of books on poetry and prose. But then to have all these experiences is to lose myself. I am not separate from the Love. I am a fluid, intricate stream of awareness and potential. I am not in […]