Truth of a Deep Connection

Truth is,
neither of us ever admitted how difficult our meetings truly are.
Our Souls do their thing,
while our earth bodies do their thing.
The energy swirls between us
with such an intensity
that both of us want to pinch our skin to see if this is real.
Nobody knows what we feel
but us,
and that only complicates matters even more.

Every time we meet,
our Spirits converse at a depth our brains cannot comprehend.

And then we have the nerve to exist in a physical world,
in a physical body,
where people have physical conversations-
so we move our lips
we know something and nothing at the same time.

The Heron

Over breakfast this morning,

the heron told me, “You are not the one who needs a reality check,” and she flew away… maybe she walked, maybe she swam. To be honest, I’m not actually sure how she left- all I know is that she was there, and then she wasn’t.

The fact I heard the heron speak as my breath fell in rhythm with the Earth, told me this was real. I wasn’t believing any of it. That’s when the birds started to sing- for the first time all week. The lake began to shift it’s colour from a murky brown to pretty shades of blue and green.

Suddenly my coffee altered it’s flavour; and I knew I could no longer deny the processes taking place… 

“My coffee! Are you kidding me?” is all I thought.

Stories are stories, fables and fairytales, until they become reality. Reality, a subjective experience,  is a mere creation of the mind. Spirit though, Spirit knows the Truth from the depth of both her heart and ours.

The Change, a paradigm shift in humanity, is no longer a prophecy- it is taking place. The Blue Heron knows, she told me so.

A Romantic Date with My Self

I lit a candle- in a tin can candle holder- and made dinner for one in a vacant parking lot. Little did I know of the romantic date ahead.With the trunk propped open, the crash-pad couch leaning against the back of the van, boy, we had a cozy little mountain home. The breeze blew a winter-like air, causing autumn leaves to rain down around us. Freedom ran- sniffing, playing, and jumping around- as I watched the moon rise over the horizon ahead.Oh how she’s coming close to full!, with an extra special glow, I silently thought to myself. It brought excitement to my bones.

Music from the nightstand table encouraged me to sing along, eventually the rhythmn causing me to stand up for a dance with my best friend. I giggled, and she moved her butt in that silly way she does. We were happy on the hill, by ourselves, in some random empty parking lot.

As my pasta came to a boil, I returned to the “couch”. How convenient it is to relax and cook simultaneously! I mixed the sauce with the noodles, and ate straight from the pot, with the same fork I use to comb my hair. My dog nestled in next to me while I ate and wrote and read; while I watched the stars turn above my head.

Freedom interrupted the peace, bursting like lightning from the couch. I think she found a grizzly bear. Or are there cougars here? I don’t know. I stood up with my knife in hand. And that was my ‘aha’ moment. For the first time ever, it dawned on me what might be “interesting” about my life.
Don’t you see!? My life isn’t interesting because I chase grizzly bears away before bed. Nor is it that my rusty-old-van miraculously still runs. Contrary to popular belief, I am no anomaly here. My life is interesting because I CAN have a date with myself- and I honestly feel it romantic in some way.            [ I fall in love, with the moon, with the Autumn breeze, and every ounce of freedom I’ve got. Time, is a human thing- and I am the Universe- I choose when it applies to me. I forgive myself when I forget to Love my Self, and similarly for when I lose track of who I Am. I have Patience to learn, patience to forget and renew. I have Trust in the Unknown. I am imperfecta whirling pile of chaos that is Me, You, and everything that ever existed. I know this, and I believe it too. ]

How can you not consider this a romantic match made in heaven?

It is funny though, because you have it within you, too.
I’m not sure why you watch my life the way you do.
I’m not sure why you look at my life
with such intensity, curiosity, wonder.
We are the same, we are One.

Maybe living in a van, is a bit much of a jump. A romantic date with yourself takes practice, and trust is the biggest leap of faith you will ever take. Sometimes having nothing is everything, and sometimes it’s simply pure stupidity. In the end, I feel it comes down to being honest with wherever you’re at- your fears, your passions, and whatever is carrying forward or holding you back. It takes acceptance of failure and the willingness to accept the unexpected.

We are all healing, we are all on the path to bettering ourselves- to bettering all of humanity. We are all perfectly imperfect. We are all love. And we all, are so much more than what our earthly bodies show. Remembering that,- as often as possible, because we all forget sometimes- makes life interesting. It makes a romantic night to yourself, beautiful.

Who Do You Really Owe?

The fine print on your credit application, is written in invisible ink. Most of us weren’t born with eyes to see the exchange rate- years of life, for access to funds we don’t even need. They’re hoping you’ll sign up for the lifetime agreement; through manipulation and greed.

Sell your body, stress it out at work, on long commutes, and deprivation from the things you love most. Accept your spirit as stagnant, don’t let it grow. They’ve got you now. They’ve made you believe you need a fancy insulated home, and they’ve avoided teaching you where all the food naturally grows.

Or listen to your soul, because who do you really owe? Do you even know?

Through some kind of forces or another (whatever philosophy you praise), you were blessed with a life. Correct me if I’m wrong, but it definitely wasn’t the World Bank. Your entire life, is sustained by resources provided by the earth. Your well-being developed by the people you love most…

Who do you really owe?

You’re selling your life to someone, or something, every day. Sell it to the right entity, because ultimately, when you’re dead, they’re the only ones who will count whether or not you’ve repaid the debt you owe.



This one’s for the young, however old you are

Sometimes, when you’re out livin’, you get carried away with living. You hop on the crazy train and realize what life is all about (for you, personally.) Suddenly all you wanna do is freakin’ live your life. You wanna play. You wanna test your limits. Go far and explore near. You wanna hug your Mom and love every ounce of freedom you’ve got. Laughing sure feels real good. Love explodes right through you, for everyone and everything. It’s almost time for a vacation from all the ecstasy. 

Then someone tells you, “You can’t do this forever you know.” (In reality, they always tell you that. Only sometimes do you hear it though.) So you go, get a job, and bank some cash. You watch the money you make rattle away in expenses to cover the cost of preparing for work, and you wonder where all your savings go. Damnet this game is hard. Future, future, future! Think future!

[ But then your brother passes away, so does your cousin. Your best friend has a near call. They’re all less than 25. And we’re supposed to bank on freedom at 75. Maybe you’ll be the lucky one summitting mountains at 85, who really knows. My Grandfather is almost 90, there is always hope. ]

Point is, if paying off your credit card makes you feel whole, then by all means go do what you need to do, to do that. In truth you know life is worth more than spending 8 hours a day at a job you hate, but maybe that’s your ticket to freedom. Or maybe it’s not. Your the only one who can tell your own truth.

Factually though, you are dying, and you will die. Death, is inevitable. So right now, quit pretending like you’ll live forever, because you won’t. Your life’s value is much higher than any other sort of currency, stop giving it away to someone who doesn’t give two shits about it.

Do what makes you happy. Do what makes you smile and laugh uncontrollably. Do what makes you so passionate you get right jacked up and wanna punch someone in the face (but don’t do that. Hold back and use that energy wisely, of course.)  Most of all, LOVE. Love yourself. Love your peers and Mom and Dad. Love your dog. Love what you do and all the things you touch and see and hear and feel. You are alive and this is your chance.

Hop on the crazy train- whatever train you want!- and see what life is all about. Or don’t, I don’t really care. Maybe I’m the one missing out.