Saturday, April 14, 2018
|Walking in the rain Seattle, WA|
|Walking in Petaluma, CA|
|Items I packed up while putting everything into storage once again.|
Monday, February 12, 2018
|More homework and another trip with the wheelbarrow to the surrender pile.|
It starts as unrest and then grows into drowning on dry land--the appearance of my next homework assignment. Observing when I was working with Selfseeds that I felt the fire of being from my inner meditations at the ashram. My life with the horses often creates a place of contrast, because of the separation between the state of the horses and the state of the beings riding them. Hmmm... how to work on this disparity? The tools are available, but what to place in the wheelbarrow now to be taken to the surrender pile? The shadow side. It is not the truth of who I know my authentic Self to be. Thank you, Carol.
|Winter in the desert.|
|Thank you horses from around the world to be a mirror for my shadow side.|
Wednesday, January 17, 2018
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Reread a book from 10 years ago that talks about the human personality/soul from the perspective of 9 aspects of the enneagram. I can now place a check mark by the nine aspects and see that the human lens is the obscuration to the Divine. The human lens always has some percentage of ego, but it can be shifted to view the world objectively instead of subjectively.
One of my most profound experiences in meditation while in India, I became aware of a state of being with no boundaries, a texture of peaceful, joy, and a quality of essence. It has been a precious point of awareness that I have carried into my daily like. It felt like some sort of stream of energy that bound everything and everyone together whether one was aware of it or not. I have wondered if it would ever be integrated somehow instead of just a very deep sense of Truth. When there are disturbances, I have been experimenting with looking at them without my subjective lens and chalk them up for the human experience. More trips to the surrender pile. Gratitude for the relentless urging from the Universe to go deeper into the flame.
Christmas morning spent with babies/small children in the Loma Linda Children’s hospital while handing out gifts. Humbling!
Monday, December 11, 2017
Discovering a new richness in morning meditation. Grace.
|A few of the animal members.|
|Peacock prints on the clean porch. They visit the window's to my casita daily.|