To See With The Eyes Of The Heart

I use to say about the Drumming Ceremony, "I bring the instruments,

Spirit leads the event."

As I evolved, I realized it was my responsibility to create a safe

and sacred space for all those souls, who would be brave enough

to open themselves to receive the gifts from Spirit.

This meant I would arrive early to prepare the space, inside and outside.

Then to sit quietly and listen for any guidance.

I would enter a state of profound gratitude and love

for the immense support being offered by Spirit,

to All of us who would for the first time sit together and make music,

to give and receive.

I ask for people to take time in the beginning to look at each face

in the yurt and realize that soul and further, that we recognize the divine gift of this uniting,

that is both temporary and eternal.

After the first drumming, I ask several people to lay down in the middle while the rest drummed for them.

Everyone is offered an experience of receiving in the center of the circle.

After the drumming stops, the silence is honored and felt.

Yes, we sit in the silence , enriched just as profoundly.

They complement each other, sound and silence. It feels complete.

Each reality touching the soul with a balanced Truth.

We accept with gratitude what the moment is offering,

trusting it is exactly what our Spirit requires.

The idea of trying to figure out how to get back to the sound

or get back to the silence is to miss the whole gift of what is unfolding NOW.

First of all when we are trying to 'figure out', we are not in our Heart space,

we are in our heads.

In matters of Love and Spirit, being in the Heart space is the Way.

Also to 'get back' implies going backward or trying to control or manipulate,

which is definitely out, as in not 'in' the NOW.

If we are open enough to 'see' and 'feel' with our Heart we would realize;

When that person we love, says goodbye to us,

liberating themselves to return to their Truth they, consciously or not,

also liberate us to continue on our divine path in Truth.

For that we should be eternally grateful.

When our belongings are taken from us, once integrated,

we will realize the gift of letting go of these attachments to live more simply.

If we love and it is not returned, we learn the honor and joy of loving for Loves sake,

delighting in that divine Current.

We learn that The Current is always there even when people are not.

We learn that in Truth we are never alone and that what we do to or for another we do to or for ourselves.

We learn that others may not be opened enough, yet, to realize our gratitude for them and the lessons that we received by being together.

And that it is OK cause when I think of you I feel a deep Love that manifests and lives eternally in The Current. And I have learned this is True Love and that it is all inclusive.

My journey Now leads me through a practice to consistently expand

my awareness enough to (hopefully-haha) always 'see' and 'feel' with Heart.

So it is...

Assumptions

Hey I realized something important years ago. I wanted to share it to see if it rings true for you too. Well I was raised with a lot of hugs and cuddling, especially from grandparents. Thank God for that!
Well, so I would just be so free about hugging people, hello or good bye.
And I began to notice weird uncomfortable energy coming from men, really invasive, sexual energy. It was very upsetting because I had to end some friendships and put up strong boundaries. I was upset that I felt I needed to change my free and loving behavior and generous smiles.

Then the light dawned on me. Those who were raised with out hugs and cuddling would see and feel this as sexual rather that nurturing and loving. They did not have a frame of reference for that other than ‘sexual’. It made sense. I asked a few men and women about it and they agreed. So with the expanded understanding, I became very careful about who I chose to hug and smile at. Well, it solved the problem.

It also reminds me of my bed. My Bed is a family / friend bed. Pretty much my inner circle is welcome to plop down any time. I guess it’s like the baths in Japan, social not sexual. People who have not had that experiential reality or expanded understanding would automatically assume that it’s is ‘sexual’. I get this now.

I was sitting with Will my son and his friend Damon, eating lunch, during the move. I asked which bed should I get rid of and they both agreed my king bed was the most comfortable. I said, “Oh yeah you’ve been in my bed too Damon!” Will would bring his friends in and if I was reading in bed they'd just sit and talk or lay down. They have been in sis Noelle’s bed too. Well to some that probably sounds a little weird. I had to laugh at the thought of how many of the kids friends have been on my bed.

So I guess it a good conversation to have with people.

Heart and Soul Thrift Shop

There were bells on the door. I like that. It's like being pre-announced.
I move through the store not really knowing what I am looking for,
however driven by this longing, this ancient longing. A pointed piece of metal with
a wooden handle. It feels right in my hands. I can't put it down. A most important tool but exactly what it is I do not know. Engraved near the handle I see the word CHALLENGE.
I think it must be a giant ice pick. I chuckle,"That's about the size I'll need for the block that keeps my heart."





Lovely hats, feather hats that a fine lady would wear. "Yes, That will do."






AHHH a fabulous blue gown from Romania. "You don't ever really go formal..."
I question my sudden fanciful dream. I am dressed in the gown with ruffles to the floor,
reckless, riveting ,ruffles... Right On!




Then I find what I have been looking for. It is a key, 'the key to my heart'.
I hold it in my hand,.. touch it with my fingers. Tears come to my eyes. I know its mine.
I wonder what kind of man I would give this key to. I can't answer that. I have no idea.
That makes me sad. "One day I will know the answer," I console my trembling self.

I pay for the items, "This is a huge ice pick!" She says it is a sharpening steel.
I wonder what story it has to tell me.

I run across the key every now and again, "Will I ever meet him?... To whom does this key belong?"
Presence smiles knowingly into my eyes. Today I smile back, the key pressed firmly into my own hand. Yes, my own hand, it's rightful owner. How could it be any other way?

Now I ask, "If I unlock and open my hearts door, will we go in and stay?"