Learning to Listen

Learning to Listen

So often, we talk about the
mind, body, soul connection
and we talk about listening to
the thoughts which float through our mind
and the voice that whispers to our soul,
but do we listen to our bodies
and the lessons it is trying to teach us.
Do we listen to how our body changes
from comfortable to warm or cold?
Do we feel the muscles tense and relax?
Do we recognize how what we are
thinking and feeling expresses itself
like waves in an ocean.
Our bodies teach us
how to self express.
dance,
move,
mourn,
make love,
and ride the waves.
Our bodies teach us to heal
and fight for us
to stay strong
as we go through
the changes of life.
As we listen to our mind and our soul,
may we listen to our body
and the lessons it is teaching.

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This Little Light of Mine

This Little Light of Mine

This little light of mine,
I’m gonna let it shine.
I will remember those lines forever.
I also remember how often I have
not let my little light shine
There were time I did not express, or act on, my own ideas.
I did not listen to my inspiration.
I did not listen to my soul.
Each time I not only betrayed myself,
but the Ultimate who was whispering
to me and through me.
So now I embrace the song
and this little light of mine,
I let it shine.
I listen to my soul
I honor myself
and my Ultimate
and let it shine.
This little light of ours
May we let our light shine

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The Hands of God

The Hands of God

A friend of mine once told me that he wished he could see the presence of God in his life, like I do. Honestly, it is not something I work at. It just seems so visible. Like today. Yestrday I put an ad on Facebook Marketplace for 2 pieces of furniture we were just going to give away, but decided I would ask for a small amount of money to donate to Roc the Dogs Rescue, which my spiritual daughter operates. That is when the magic happened.

The two people taking the furniture are connected to me without my even knowing it. The first person has a daughter who was almost a student in my class.  She signed up once and then dropped. The second person was the one that has had me on a journey all day. I gave her the address so she could pick up the entertainment stand this week and she said I know that street, I used to live there. Not only did she live on the street, but she was the one we bought the house from 17 years ago. I mentioned it to my neighbor who mentioned another person, whose name I had seen but I did not know. This person was the sister in law of the person we bought the house from and she had bought it from her.

Now the story should end there, but it doesn’t. In talking with one of my neighbors who has long moved away, she said that before her was a couple she and her husband were very close to and had moved to Arizona. Before that was an elderly woman and her daughter who had moved to Vancouver.  In one day, I came to know everyone who has ever called our home theirs.

However, the journey does not end there. I found the couple in Arizona and am waiting to hear back from them and doubt that I will find the woman in Vancouver. I kept thinking that this is it, I am talking with my students about genealogy and I get to construct my home’s genealogy. Not the end.

Every family who has ever lived here has been of service.  This truly is God’s house. I am living on holy ground. I have to confirm about the elderly woman, but I heard she was a retired nurse. The man who moved to Arizona is a pastor, the two women who lived here before me are both in health care and we too are of service. That we found each other is a miracle in itself, but that we all have hearts of servants is yet another. How can I not see the hands of the Ultimate one in all of this.

WOW!  What an awesome day!

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Listening to the Garbage

Listening to the Garbage

How you see the least of thee
is how you see me.
I know it’s a slightly different version
then most have heard,
but this is one of my Bubby wisdoms.
She taught me to value the garbage
as much as I valued the groceries in my pantry.
Each she taught me has a message,
a piece of wisdom,
a lesson about life,
and a gift for me to carry forward.
Does it really belong in the garbage
or is there still potential in it.
As I watch chefs increasingly focusing
on reducing food costs
by using all of the plant
and not just the obvious parts
I remember this Bubby lesson.
I give thanks for the leaves
and the peels
and the nutrition and flavor
each brings to the plate.
I have come to think of the garbage
as offerings of gratitude
for all that contributed to my
sustenance and well-being.
How do you think about yours?

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How Did You Know

Did you ever just feel
like you are supposed
to reach out an send someone some love,
some light,
some positive and healing energy?
Then you do
and they say how did you know?
How did you know
I needed some love?
How did you know
I needed someone
to reach out?
How did you know
I needed to know
God heard me.
I always say I didn’t,
but God did.
God just tapped me on the shoulder
and whispered
your name in my ear
and so I sent
a basket of love, light and positive energy.
How did I know?
Easy.
The same way you know
when I needed to hear from you
and you reached out
and sent me
the answer to my prayers.

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Walking with Me

I may not always see
the spirits of those
walking with me,
but I hear them
encouraging me to serve,
and to be of service to others.

I may not see them,
but I hear them
encouraging me to always
do what is right,
to be there for others,
to share my gifts,
and do what I can
to lighten someone’s load

I hear the voice
that says I am here and
in the hardest of times says
we will get through this together.
The voice that
reminds me none of us is alone
in the storm.
The voice that reminds me
to be the guide for others
as I am being guided.

The voice that says
no need to worry because
I am walking with you

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Hearing

One of the things my students have taught me is to
do more than listen.
They want me to hear them.
They want me to remember
they are on a journey
of their own.
They want to learn from my journey,
but want me to learn from theirs.

Hearing
is not just about being heard,
but about hearing.
It is a process of sharing
the wisdom we have both gathered
with each other, but we must be open to
hearing.

It doesn’t matter who the other is,
whether they are the same age or not,
the same sex, race, ethnicity or class or not.
What matters is that we hear them,
that we open ourselves to hearing their truth,
and ask them to be open to hearing ours.
Let’s change the world today by
hearing.

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