Anything that I am passionate about...
....If I am in the flow and filled with love
....nothing seems like work...;)
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Today is "earth day" and I wish there was something wonderfully inspiring and monumental that I could write or do that could convey my utter gratitude and love of the earth and all her inhabitants....
After "being with" this idea all morning the one "single thing" that I have happened upon is JOY.
How can I (we) express my (our) love and gratitude for all the gifts of the earth?
Express JOY!!!
We can walk barefoot through the grass, hug trees, dance in the rain and climb mountains just because they are there. We can plant flowers, because "the earth laughs in flowers"; we can gather together and sing and love one another and know that we, too, are part of the divine wonders of the earth!
I know this isn't a "new" thought, but it is something that, for me, has been difficult to really internalize and make real. Though, I must admit that I am learning to let go more and just show my gratitude with JOY, it is still somewhat of a challenge to not want to "save the world"! GULP!
Having been somewhat of a "lorax" all my life, I am learning that there is a balance between speaking up and out and just letting the wisdom of everything unfold.... Everyday, I am becoming more comfortable living this paradox...It's all good. :)
Anywhoo......Words cannot adequately express my gratitude for mother earth and all that is....soooo, I will spend my day planting flowers, walking barefoot, hugging trees and singing with my kiddos!!!
Wishing you a blessed earth day!
Namaste,
S:)
PS In my process this morning I was, for some reason, reminded of the following poem....
Hmmmmmm.....;)
Mute
By Margaret Atwood
Whether to speak or not: the question that comes up again
when you think you've said too much, again. Another clutch
of nouns, a fistful: look how they pick them over, the shoppers
for words, pinching here and there to see if they're bruised
yet. Verbs are no better, they wind them up again too tight and
the spring breaks. You can't take another poem of spring, not
with the wound-up vowels, not with the bruised word green
in it, not yours, not with ants crawling all over it, not this
infestation. It's a market. flyspecked; how do you wash a
language? There's the beginning of a bad smell, you can hear
the growls, something's being eaten, once too often. Your
mouth feels rotted.
Why involve yourself? You'd do better to sit off to the side,
on the sidewalk under the awning, hands cupped over your mouth,
your ears, your eyes, with a cup in front of you into which
people will or will not drop pennies. They think you can't
talk, they're sorry for you, but. But you're waiting for the
word, the one that will finally be right. A compound, the
generation of life, mud and light.
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This landed in my in box the other day and I just have to share it. It resonates with me on a very deep level.... This is a conspiracy that I am a part of...:)
A SPIRITUAL CONSPIRACY
On the surface of the world right now there is
war and violence and things seem dark.
But calmly and quietly, at the same time,
something else is happening underground
An inner revolution is taking place
and certain individuals are being called to a higher light.
It is a silent revolution.
From the inside out. From the ground up.
This is a Global operation.
A Spiritual Conspiracy.
There are sleeper cells in every nation on the planet.
You wont see us on the T.V.
You wont read about us in the newspaper
You wont hear about us on the radio
We dont seek any glory
We dont wear any uniform
We come in all shapes and sizes, colors and styles
Most of us work anonymously
We are quietly working behind the scenes
in every country and culture of the world
Cities big and small, mountains and valleys,
in farms and villages, tribes and remote islands
You could pass by one of us on the street
and not even notice
We go undercover
We remain behind the scenes
It is of no concern to us who takes the final credit
But simply that the work gets done
Occasionally we spot each other in the street
We give a quiet nod and continue on our way
During the day many of us pretend we have normal jobs
But behind the false storefront at night
is where the real work takes a place
Some call us the Conscious Army
We are slowly creating a new world
with the power of our minds and hearts
We follow, with passion and joy
Our orders come from from the Central Spiritual Intelligence
We are dropping soft, secret love bombs when no one is looking
Poems ~ Hugs ~ Music ~ Photography ~ Movies ~ Kind words ~
Smiles ~ Meditation and prayer ~ Dance ~ Social activism ~ Websites
Blogs ~ Random acts of kindness...
We each express ourselves in our own unique ways
with our own unique gifts and talents
Be the change you want to see in the world
That is the motto that fills our hearts
We know it is the only way real transformation takes place
We know that quietly and humbly we have the
power of all the oceans combined
Our work is slow and meticulous
Like the formation of mountains
It is not even visible at first glance
And yet with it entire tectonic plates
shall be moved in the centuries to come
Love is the new religion of the 21st century
You dont have to be a highly educated person
Or have any exceptional knowledge to understand it
It comes from the intelligence of the heart
Embedded in the timeless evolutionary pulse of all human beings
Be the change you want to see in the world
Nobody else can do it for you
We are now recruiting
Perhaps you will join us
Or already have.
All are welcome
The door is open
~ Brian Piergrossi www.thebigglow.com
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My kids...
They are inspiration to live my best life...Always....:)
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