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Lake Superior – The Eternal Presence of Now

Superior Silence

The waves wash rhythmically onto the rocky shore. The wind surges through the pine trees and speaks to me in soft whispers that play in my hair and tiptoe past my ears. The earthy scent of nearby blueberries and wild vegetation warmed by the afternoon sun wafts over me and I am comforted by the perpetuity of summers past and summers to come. All is still and sacred. I feel the presence of the ancients who walked this very shore and whose spirit embraces this revered land.

I grew up in the embrace of this world wonder. I carry it with me always.

Its spiritual essence and legacy are in my bones and in my soul.

Everyone who has lived in the shadow of Lake Superior knows and respects its power and majesty:  the largest fresh water body in the world; 32000 sq miles of crystal clear fresh water, its glacial beginnings,  its ancient native spirituality- Gitchigumi –…. its power lies not in its fame but in its heart…

Lately life’s reality dims this memory. The challenges mount and the call to action, leadership and choosing the right path conspire to fill every moment and demand undivided focus. They crowd out peace. They feed fear, grief and despair. I feel abandoned by the safety that I used to take for granted as a child.

I should be over that longing for security. I should know what to do and know how to do it. I should know my own heart’s messages and trust them.

Why can’t I hear, trust or know this?

The crumbling vessel of childhood belief that life was simple , happy and reciprocal dissolves in the  harsh reality of adulthood….it is as rocky and unpredictable as the shore upon which I walked as a child.

You never miss it until it is gone.

Then I realize that I am no longer that child, I am almost 60 years old and I am many lifetimes removed from my beloved Lake.

Some part of me that is a frozen time-bound life fragment is shocked by this truth. For that part, life is always about quiet serenity and flowing with what is ….

  • It is about remembering the cadence of every conversation held at the shore. Words are subdued in the presence of nature’s embrace….suspended, measured and reverent…whispering secrets in the cathedral of Gitchigumi.
  • It is about feeling the deep connection to the heart of what matters in those moments of letting go of all care and allowing yourself to be held, nurtured and lulled into reverie by the eternal rhythm of the elements.
  •  It is about combing the shore for driftwood for the evening fire ….
  •  It is about spending a day with family and friends who know this same experience and share in its expansive dimensionality

In the remembering, something is stirred within….

That time bound fragment makes its presence known again. It is invited into the now, bearing gifts and refreshing the memories – delivering the irrefutable message that memories are just energy and cannot be destroyed.

Suddenly I am filled with gratitude for my memory keeper and realize that she has kept possibility alive all these years. She has been the one who pulls me toward dreams, and vision every time life darkens and constricts. She is the peace Keeper within and without her life will not flow.

She is my ally and I have opened once again to her child-like wisdom and I am nourished. Peace returns and the Lake begins it rhythmical lapping on the shore, the smells of ripening vegetation fill my nostrils again, the flow of the wind through my being refreshes me.  I am in the stillness, at peace, at rest…..

Lake Superior …. eternal presence….

 

Why are you so afraid of silence?

Silence is the root of everything.
If you spiral into its void,
a hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.   ….Rumi

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Cirque du Soleil – A Passion for the Impossible

I joined the crowd walking down the Santa Monica Pier on the way to my very first Cirque du Soleil performance. At the suggestion of the Voice Dialogue facilitator with whom I had been working all week, I decided to take in the  evening show.  My visit to the area had revealed spectacular personal discoveries that offered new life and direction so I was expectant that my evening adventure would deliver more of the same. It seemed to be the succulent path upon which I now traveled

In a prophetic bit of serendipity, I purchased the very last ticket to the performance. My seat was just two rows back from the front and dead center stage – the best in the house.  As I settled into my place, I was both grateful for this diversion and immensely appreciative for the opportunity. It was a timely, refreshing pause.

The Show

I was about to see Dralion – a metaphoric story of East meets West expressed in music and dance. I had read about Cirque du Soleil and knew a bit about the spectacular poetic and daring feats that were the hallmark of every performance. The performers spent hours of practice to painstakingly perfect every choreographed movement of their art that the website had declared was an “ode to human effort”.  The evening held the promise of a great experience and I was prepared to be inspired.

From beginning to end, the production was a riveting, breathtaking extravaganza. I was transported into imaginary worlds through the skillfully woven tale that was unfolding before me. The profusion of brilliant color and costumes, dramatic music and unbelievable acrobatics offered a rich feast for the senses. As I observed the grace and dexterity of the performers I couldn’t help but think that their contortions were simply not humanly possible to achieve. Yet the impossible was the reality I saw before me. How could anyone do that with their bodies? This stunning spectacle was testament to the indomitable presence of passion and the fuel it provides in any life undertaking. I was flooded with a deep knowing that what I was witness to here carried the message that anything was possible – anything.

I left the performance knowing that I was forever changed by what I had just witnessed. The founder’s passionate mission to “develop an international laboratory of creativity, audacity, imagination so as to ensure limitless possibilities” (www.cirquedusoleil.com) had infused me with inspiration and “sacred fire”.   My visit to Santa Monica had indeed been a portal to a new life and this experience had been its exclamation. As witness to the impossible made possible in that performance, I was filled with the knowing that any obstacle was surmountable.

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The Queen in response to Alice in Wonderland’s lament that there is no use in trying to believe impossible things, “I dare say, you haven’t had much practice. When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast” … Lewis Carroll

Just Take The Leap – Risk and Reward and the Launch of Passion Test Daily

My heart is pounding so it seems I have reached yet another opportunity in my life and I have to choose.  Like so many other similar moments, the questions fly through my consciousness in a whirling tempest of conflict. Do I stay or go? Do I say yes or no? What if I do? What if I don’t? What is best? What is right?

My relationship of the past 20+ years has come to an end. I am in my mid-forties. I can no longer stay where I spent the past half of my life and where I thought I would be forever.  The moving truck is packed with all my possessions and I am about to embark on a new path. It begins with a 1400 mile trek north to a new city and a new career.

So here I stand, staring into the abyss of fear, doubt and uncertainty. As I raise my gaze to the horizon, I see my goal beyond the gap and I can imagine with great clarity how it will be, the celebration of success, the sense of fulfillment that comes from achieving a dream, the new career that shimmers ahead. Yet I am fixated on the amorphous chasm that separates me from my vision.

Some part of me just wants to find my mattress in the truck and fall asleep in hopes that when I wake up it will all be a bad dream and everything will have returned to its former state.

Another part just wants to stand there, frozen in time, adapting to the in-between that doesn’t require anything of me other than to  stand and stare with no compulsion or propulsion. I could adapt. It wouldn’t be the greatest life but it would be predictable and safe.

And then, there is the small voice that rumbles into my awareness. Beyond the insecurities, worry and the fear of the unknown there is that voice of excitement that is pushing me into the driver’s seat of the truck. This voice is tired of me waiting and hesitating at the wrong side of the divide in my life. This voice embraces change as a necessary aspect of growth. This voice has pushed me so many times before – into the cockpit of the airplane for my first solo, out of bed to begin my first solo flight from Florida to Canada, onto the tarmac to join other war-birds for my first formation flight at a national air-show, through training in Voice Dialogue that ultimately lead me to this place where I now stand.

I simultaneously hate and love this voice of my adventurer.  I hate and love the demands its presence elicits from me. I know I have no choice but to collapse into its insistence because I know its wisdom is a clear pointer to the next destination and to the ultimate unfolding of who I am and what I am soul-inspired to do.

And then I remember – the exquisite sense of accomplishment and right action that followed every scary step I took up to this point in time.

Before I know it, I am on the road, my old life in the rearview mirror and my adventurer wildly celebrating a victory. This moment of choice became the most pivotal direction change of my life. As I listened to my heart,  I  simply stopped staring into the abyss and jumped into it. As the saying goes, ‘I took the leap and made my wings on the way down’.

Today, life is beyond anything I could have conjured up in my conscious reality. The journeys from that moment ten years ago to now have had my adventurer sitting on my shoulder in utter ecstasy.  And it continues…. the challenges are met with a dexterity that has grown since that fledgling trip into the unknown.  Somehow there is less hesitation in making choices and a lot more self-reliance evident in life today.  If it is possible to feel bigger while not actually changing size, then that is what has evolved. The child who hesitated at the truck door a lifetime ago has been replaced by the adult driver who is clearly in possession of the map and the route and the journey is made abundantly richer by sharing it with a loving fellow traveler – my husband, Terry.

I have recently begun a new adventure into writing and editing with an online magazine entitled:  Passion Test Daily .   It is an inspiring collection of writings about living your life stoked by passion and purpose. I entered into this endeavor with the usual trepidation but have found a definitive shift in my internal chatter. It is quieter and a more allowing…perhaps because I have made a commitment to finally take a leap and see where I land.

Your life: when you hold back, it holds back; when you hesitate, it stands there staring, hands in its pockets. But when you commit, it comes on like blazes …from Crossroads Dispatches


Discovery and Inspiration in Michael Brown’s “The Presence Process”

The Imperative to ‘DO‘ …..

Lately, I have found myself feeling ‘squirmy’ and ‘restless’. It is a familiar feeling that admonishes me to get doing something important, to stop squandering my efforts and to cease being lazy.   From the Voice Dialogue perspective, at the core of this unrest lies a cadre of Selves who are invested in maintaining the  imprint of our cultural work ethic that ensures survival.   Their collective chorus stampedes through my head – ” Focus! Get Moving! Create what is before you! Make a contribution! Make a difference! Quit sitting around and doing nothing! ”  Their mantras hammer at my consciousness with ever-increasing intensity aided by the Critic,  “What exactly have you been doing these past few years? ”  “Everyone else seems to be moving forward, what is wrong with you?” The dismal and shame-filled answer from the whaling, blamed child is immediate – “I have been spinning my wheels and getting nowhere fast! I try but nothing seems to stick!”

As if to underscore the urgency of this internal rhetoric, I received an email that announced the 2011 schedule for courses being sponsored by a business similar to ours. In addition, I had signed up for numerous newsletters and e-zines (at the urging of those “do something” Selves)  that shared a dizzying array of tactics for effective marketing, all of which required response ‘immediately’  lest that ship sails without me onboard. It was everywhere – the flashing neon marquis in my head kept screaming at me to get off the dime and make our business into a successful, vibrant and ‘in demand’ entity or risk obscurity and failure.

As I sat with the exhausting discomfort of this and my personal sense of ‘failure to launch’, my eyes fell on  The Presence Process  guidebook. Because I recognized this as one of those ‘integration moments’ that the book teaches, I picked it up and it opened serendipitously at this:

“We realize that we are where we are required to be, and will be there until we come to a point of completion in this particular environment. We know that if and when we leave, the doors of change will open effortlessly and automatically

Welcome ‘the spacious present’ (Eckhart Tolle)

In finding these words, all the ‘supposed to’s’ and ‘should’s’ vanished in a huge exhale.  With an inhale came a shard of light-filled possibility— could it be that all really is well? that all is as it is required to be?    Maybe the inertia has been the germination of  authentic inspiration presenting  in the timing of  Universal perfection! Suddenly, the belief about my perceived stuckness was replaced with an awareness of all the seeds that had been planted in the past few years and sensing that succulent plants were poking their heads through fertile soil.  Inexplicably, my life clearly felt that it was  giving way to much more space….’the spacious present’ (Eckhart Tolle) — ahhhhh!   it really does take your breath away as it opens a doorway into conscious possibility and effortless ‘right action’.  Quite naturally, there was  no need to  grab at another mental concept to fill that vacated space. There was simply an expectant pause of spacious peace and trust that there will be inspiration to move in the most meaningful and authentic direction without having to force, push or control anything.

The Presence Process Delivers…..

On the heels of this realization, surprising opportunities have begun to show up.  The unfolding of a renewed direction is coming into focus. As is the teaching of the Presence Process, that the resonance of presence attracts like reality.  It follows the spirit of  innocence that a New Year offers.

On this first week of a New Year when reflection creates resolve, it seems appropriate to consider how few times we have made decisions in our lives by allowing solution to emerge in the space of ‘now’- free of past or future influences .  More often than not, our actions and choices have been in response to some external requirement or some internal conditioning that harbors past and future experiences.  As I reflected on my own life, I realized that the most life-altering moments have occurred in the space of emptiness that trustingly allows the piloting of the Universal ‘me’. A most outstanding example that comes to mind was my choosing the date for attending The Monroe Institute’s Gateway Voyage residential consciousness program. It was the place and time that I met my husband, Terry and it launched a new path of spiritual pursuits that has absolutely changed my life.  It was a door that opened without effort and presented a new, rich and abundant life path.

Listen to your internal GPS

If there is even one such event in your life that you can recall – a moment of choice that felt  inspired – reflect on its source. Was it a mentally calculated decision or was it a heart centered sense of rightness of action?  How did it feel to experience the outcome?  Use that event to know that its purpose is to form the foundation of faith and trust that you are not required to act for the sake of being in action but  to show you that  genuinely inspired experiences emerge from the pauses between action -that is the present moment wisdom.  It is the most immutable freedom.  Trust that if it happens once, it can happen always.  Listen to it as your internal GPS.  Breathe it in and allow its omnipotent support  to present collaborative, genuinely inspired action. I promise you, operating from this place delivers confidence in motion. It feels distinctly different,  free …and… filled with peace and ease!

May 2011 deliver Presence to you!

“You don’t have to know what’s waiting. You’re guided by your highest right, and wherever it takes you is where you need to go “

…. Richard Bach – Messiah’s Handbook

The Fairy Godmother does not live at the White House!

When I was in the second grade, my family moved from a small town to a larger city . Of course, this meant leaving familiar surroundings and embracing a new home, school and friends which, for a 7 year old was a lot of change. The ‘new’ school was ‘new’ only to me. Its dingy gray exterior and boxy construction presented an aged, uninviting vision that left an unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach and did nothing to generate enthusiasm or inspiration.  I arrived my first day at the new edifice of learning after a long walk of 2 miles to get there and immediately felt unhappy, vulnerable and alone. Soon after this new twist in my life against which I railed, I began to create fantasies of the heroes from my favorite TV show, Whirlybirds, landing in the schoolyard with their Bell 47 helicopter to rescue me. I envisioned the surprise and envy on the faces of my fellow ‘inmates’ as I was swooped up to freedom by my rescuers and whisked away to a place where everything I could ever want was available at my mere asking for it. I felt with delicious joy the feeling of being so special as to be chosen by them to be taken into their care and custody. Every time I ran that movie in my imagination, secure, happy, at peace feelings flooded my otherwise tortured and powerless existence. Truth is, as I, the 7 yr old, discovered – nobody  was coming to save me and all the magical thinking in the world would not shift my sense of insecurity or change my circumstances. Whirlybirds’ pilots were actors and there was no chance in hell that my fairy tale would ever materialize – but it never stopped me from day-dreaming about the possibility.

Like my 7 yr old imaginings, it occurred to me that, as individuals in today’s troubled America, we are looking to someone else to satisfy our needs and longings and save us from our untenable life situations. We seem to be incapable of seeing life as within our power to do something about.  Instead, we unconsciously give away our power to others and expect them to provide the external life circumstances that create a sense of safety and well-being for us.  Case in point – the proclamations of portions of the populace that we didn’t get the change we were looking for. A mere 18 months into this current presidency there is an outcry from the disenfranchised  to change yet again, the flavor of the Washington DC government. It seems as if our collective ‘wanting, wishing or fear-driven child’ personae has been ignited and the satisfaction and successes must be both immediate, complete and individually recognizable….NOW!   The external source of this indulgence is partially manipulated from those out of power. More importantly, the inner cause, as we know from Voice Dialogue,  comes from the voice of our repressed child parts.  The imperative for a more balanced existence invites us to wise up to this aspect of us, and quiet the mechanism that operates in opposition to our ability to accept personal responsibility for our emotional, mental and physical well-being.  but, how can this be done when the pervasive sentiment teaches us to be afraid and to feel vulnerable?

First discover the cause – How did we get here? It’s an inside job!!!!

Our view of the world is formed from the inside out not the other way around.  From our early years of life when uncomfortable or abusive things happened to us such as starting kindergarten or Sunday school, watching Mom and Dad argue, experiencing illness or other tragic events in our families, struggling to garner love in a dysfunctional home environment,  we made crazy meaning of what was happening to us so we could feel safe and assure our survival. At that tender age, we had few sophisticated tools to use and it often came down to the silencing  our intuitive emotional reactions  in order to stay safe and feel loved. Doing the bidding of the adults in our life no matter how much it went against what our authenticity wanted to do seemed the only pathway to security. Sadly,  those suppressive behaviors  became our conditioned response to acceptable actions – a belief that we carry unconsciously into our adulthood.

As adults, when we operate from those emotional 7 yr old selves – wishing for rescue, silenced in our authentic desires – we tend to develop parent-child relationships with our spouses, friends, bosses and government that  divest us of the responsibility to make conscious choices and decisions for our life circumstances. Instead, we play the blame game – it is someone else’s fault and they need to fix what they did to us. Think about today’s political atmosphere – frightened, people find their power in anger and blame.  It is as if the expectation is that the Fairy Godmother must scatter fairy dust over the country and make everything all better! and return things as they were.  Of course, the head Godmother lives at the White House – we elected him to take care of us exactly as we want!…we get our old jobs back, get our homes back so we can continue to live as we have…


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Expectation, Disappointment, Aikido Mind and A Voice Dialogue Moment

Enlightenment must come little by little – otherwise it would overwhelm

Enlightenment is not imagining figures of light but making the darkness conscious –
Carl Jung


Just when it seemed like everything had finally found its upright position and life was with wheels again, one of them fell off and things appeared to come to a screeching halt.  If you have been following our posts,  you might recall that life had thrown a wellness challenge at us last year (see When Change Comes Calling post – https://thirdspacechronicles.com/2009/10/13/when-change-comes-calling/) . Up until a few weeks ago, it seemed that we had emerged from the experience and were proceeding with a sense of hope-filled vigor together into new adventures.  One of those adventures was a joyous decision to get married. It was a natural and exciting prospect for us as our journey together has been both  miraculously magical and supremely challenging these past 11 years!

Our wedding which is next Saturday, August 21 is by design, small and intimate. Only our closest friends will join us in the celebration. Even so,  the architectural design of the whole celebration required some thought and collaboration – both of which we joyously dove into. There developed this euphoric awareness that we were actually to be married! – that we were to declare before our friends and in the essence of Rumi’s ethereal Divine love perspectives our forever comittment to each other.  The plans followed the traditional focus that became somewhat overwhelming at times – invitations, venue, dinner, rings, clothing, crafting of the ceremony.  It seemed that our most cherished dreams were coming true – and the joy and playfulness of the archetype of Marriage had completely enfolded us in its perfection and fulfillment.

Then Terry,  who was immersed in personal growth and healing work, somehow managed to unleash the hounds of hell into the mix….the healing processes in which he was engaged came together in the perfect storm of intense release and detox….leaving him horizontal with pain and fatigue and casting doubt on the fulfillment of our long-held dream to be wed. In an attempt to avert disaster, we retraced the protocols of our previous years’ healing and added a few new ones for good measure but the debilitating condition held fast. We were plunged into a morass of disappointment,  bewilderment about the significance of  the timing and its deja vu feel  as well as confusion about the deeper message of this unwelcome guest in our midst. Continue reading

‘You’re going to burn in hell’………meeting our ultimate fear

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” YOU’RE GOING TO BURN IN HELL! “

……Those damning words floated into the sleepy sanctity of our condo this morning. The condemnation, uttered with such conviction, was part of a longer ‘sermon’  delivered as the speaker made his way down the street outside our window apparently warning invisible parishioners of the perils of sinful living. This fiery delivery was received in our domain with a wry and humorous comment about the glory of living downtown where all manner of humanity intermingles and shares their particular view of this existence.   But it did get me thinking about the conviction of truth from which those words were uttered and it did get me remembering what it felt like to hear those same sentiments as a young child growing up Catholic and wide-eyed with terror at the prospect of being consumed by flames because I did not obey and God was not pleased. Then, it was my first introduction to fear and the concept of Divine retribution. Today,  as a rational adult who has reconciled with logic, I realize that a punishing God is an oxymoron. Yet I am still amazed that  sentiments like the ones which arrived uninvited in our bedroom this morning are still afoot in our supposedly sophisticated culture. Do we really believe in ‘hell’? Really? Still?

As I pondered the question, I considered how much of our existence is centered around our cellular fear of dying and ‘burning in hell for all eternity’ because we are flawed and at our core, reprehensible.  So our fear of  annihilation sends us seeking safe harbor from death in any way we can.  At the heart of our individual, national and global conflicts is fear in some form.  Continue reading