Love

The Children’s Hour.

We have little ones visiting our office today; their pattering feet bustling with the joy of a new discovery.

And, never to be dissuaded – they fearlessly sidle up, transfixed by the whirring spinning dots of a high tech computer screen.

“Can you make it green like my Mommy’s eyes,” the youngest boy pleads. And just like that, a spark of wonderment illuminates the air.

I must say, I somewhat ‘envy’ the arduousness of their task – rising each morning for the singular purpose of revealing…

A ‘climbing tree’ to the right of our building, and a car ‘that goes really, really fast.’

And don’t forget the strawberry frosted donuts left on a table in the downstairs break room – “With sprinkles!” a pony-tailed ‘princess’ vigorously exclaims.

As I sit here, I’m reminded of Longfellow’s musings; between the dark and daylight, when the night is just beginning to lower…a pause that is the Children’s hour.

So, come now…please share in their joy.

Namaste ❤

“Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day’s occupations,
That is known as the Children’s Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:
Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret
O’er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!”

The Entirety of Love.

I received a message rather early this morning. A young man, with not ‘much cause to live’ was in dire need of a compassionate ear. We talked for at least an hour over ‘coffee’; I doing my best to place all back into perspective.

“She didn’t even say goodbye,” his tears marking the space where confusion soon settled in. They’d been married for over 20 years; he, a faithful husband and she, the dutiful wife. Though bound by matrimony, he’d felt there was always ‘something much deeper’ – spirit partners, soul mates and friends for life.

He couldn’t understand the sudden change in her temperament. Neither, could he understand a betrayal of this magnitude. He felt alone, judged – and, in his own words ‘worthless’; a man lost in the wake of dissolution. “Ever has it been,” Kahlil Gibran once wrote, “that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”

The energy of desperation can be immediately overwhelming. Just as the storm waters rage through, we fight the instinct

I’ve never understood why we so easily forfeit our own for another’s view?

The energy of feeling alone can be immediately overwhelming. Just as the storm waters surging through, we fight the inclination to cling…to grip. Meanwhile, all of life slips into swirled patterns upon the river’s tumultuous path.

Oh, my goodness – how quickly we forfeit our own for another person’s view. We want so desperately to belong, to be accepted – not judged. Though, love should never be proffered on the basis of condition; nor, should it be levied on reciprocity’s expectation.

Love just is.

And, likewise – you are not the entirety of another’s vision, my loves; rather, you are ‘entirety’ on its own.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste <3

A Love Shared.

When I was much younger I worked very hard to please others. Whether through simple kindness or the company of friendship, I felt it my place – my responsibility.

As I grew into the awareness of “motherhood” that innate passion grew even stronger. At first for my children, this driving resolve to place their needs before my own. It an exercise in the effort of unconditionality; the late nights, the longer hours, the uncertainty and fear.

Though, as they grow, we begin to see the fruit of our labors; as simply as our little ones holding doors for those next in line.

It’s a strong metaphor to be leveraged within our practice; a reminder of the resonance of compassion’s voice.

Even as our own hearts are faltering, our impact is unmistakable – a single drop becoming part of that much greater ocean.

And we see it, don’t we – in all aspects of our being? A smile returned within a micro-moment of connection.

Do we question? Do we judge? Or, does it just simply happen? The ‘effort’ removed in place of ‘true nature’.

And begging the the question:

Are we a conduit for love – or, are we love in and of itself?

Perhaps, in lieu of “I love” we might consider “Be love”?

A little something to consider, my friends ~ a reminder that a love shared, is a love encouraged.

In peace..,

Namaste ❤️

The Essence of Love.

Someone asked me today if I felt love to be an exercise in vain. Meaning, what’s the point of giving it all if – in the end, it’s left unreciprocated?

Sometimes I wonder if we’re not overthinking the essence of love? Of requiring that which is detracting of source, of ‘force fitting’ that which must organically grow?

You see, my darlings – love isn’t meant to serve ‘just one’. Rather, love is intended to build ‘as one’.

A subtle aspect, though – one not to be lost. And lending itself to the true aspects of love – that is, loving-kindness, equanimity, compassion and joy.

Without which, how might it grow?

“Love gives itself,” writes Longfellow. It is neither begged nor borrowed; rather, love becomes the greater aspect of who we are.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️
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A Buddhist Guide to Breaking Up.

“Simply touching a difficult memory with some slight willingness to heal begins to soften the holding and tension around it.” ― Stephen Levine

There must be something in the air these days. Some sort of much bigger ‘cosmic change.’ A transition to higher consciousness, perchance?

I suppose you’re wondering what it is that I am prattling on about? It’s just that, over the course of the last several weeks…everyone in my world seems to be ‘breaking up.’

Why, each day I am met with tear-stained messages – from friends desperately seeking some level of divine insight, and perhaps a little relief from their pain.

But, the truth is…there is no Buddhist ‘magic bullet.’

Most people don’t like hearing this. They want a quick fix, a spiritual analgesic of sorts…a ‘hurry up and let’s move on’ kind of pill. Sadly, our society has become so accustomed to speed – that we often fail to give ourselves the time and space to heal.

The bottom line, my dears, is that the only real way ‘out’ is ‘through.’

And, just how do we do that, you might ask? The getting through part?

If I may offer just a few tips, I have things I have learned through these years.

1. Treat yourself with honest gentleness.

Look, I don’t care what the books say on this topic – breakups are grueling, even for the most grounded of hippie Buddhists, like myself.

When we open our heart, we reveal all of our our bumps and bruises…our insecurities and deepest doubts…the weird things we do in the middle of the night. Oh, and the good stuff, too…my dears, that’s in their, too.

And then, the person we loved most in this world – seemingly and most simply just walks away.

I have been there, my dears… curled up in the farthest corner of the floor, wondering why and wishing for more.

Pain hurts, my dear…but it also heals, too.

For inside every frantically patched together tapestry of grief…there is love…kindheartedness and compassion.

And yet, for some reason, we tend to freeze inside our own pain – locking our emotional ‘door’ to the world, and hardening against a grief that is too awful to bear.

It’s this freezing that gets us stuck, convinced that we will never move on.

And while we are there, we fixate – on the only thing we have left to hang onto…

Our suffering.

Can you see the irony of this self-perpetuating cycle? We want to feel better, and yet we cling desperately to our grief…as if too afraid of the ‘what might happen next.’

My dears, no feeling is ever permanent – and I promise you, so long as you are willing to keep a little softness of heart…you will get through.

But, if you try to force your way through – you may end up missing the ‘lesson’ you needed most of all.

2. Allow yourself to feel those emotions (and only those emotions).

In the brilliant words of American Buddhist nun, Pema Chodron: “Feel the feelings. Drop the story.”

Whatever you’re feeling, whichever emotions that might come into play – resist the urge to be so judgmental.

“If only…”

“Perhaps, if I were just a little more…”

Or, on the flip side of that emotional rainbow;

“How dare he/she…”

Yes, my dears…I have been there, too. And, I can tell you from my own experience that when we begin telling stories we run the risk of the story never being done.

We fall into the abyss of obsessive thinking, instead of dealing straight-on with our real pain.

Likewise, whatever you’re feeling…the anger, the resentment, the drop-to-your-knees sort of grief…it doesn’t make you a bad person. Those feelings are there for a purpose; trust in the process of your own revealing.

Remember, this is your experience…your path…your way forward.

And no one can define this for you. You must walk the path alone…in your own way…and in order to discover something about yourself, that you might not have otherwise ever uncovered.

So, stop telling yourself to ‘get over it’ – instead, allow yourself the opportunity to go through it.

3. Stay open.

“The only reason we don’t open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don’t feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else’s eyes. ” Pema Chödrön

To keep an open heart during difficult times can prove to be our greatest challenge. But, that challenge can likewise yield the greatest reward.

As, when we’re able to keep our hearts open to others, including those ‘tyrants’ we feel have wronged us in some way, it softens us…and helps us to stay present. And, my dears, the moment that we close our hearts to this world – paralyzed by the fear of being hurt once again – is the moment our spirit begins to die.

It’s the staying open that makes this life so worthwhile.

4. Allow yourself to learn love’s lesson.

Everything that we experience is worthwhile. Did you hear that? Do you understand what this means…?

It means, that we are a reflection of our cumulative experiences – the sum total of the lessons we learn along the way. And every relationship offers the potential for spiritual growth – be open to allowing that growth to occur.

When we are able to embrace all aspects of our relationships – the good, the bad…the ‘omg…did their nose always whistle that ways’ – allows us to build patience, respect…compassion…and loving-kindness also towards our selves.

And, that’s not something you could ever learn through a book. Let yourself settle into the peace of knowing, that you are learning love’s lesson in the most intimate of ways.

(spoiler alert) Somewhere out there in that great big world, someone else is learning this lesson, as well. And when it is that you finally meet (because, that’s how all good stories come into being), then…when you meet you’ll both be ready to love.

And love, for all the right reasons…and in the right way.

Because, in life, there are billions of the tiniest twists and turns – leading up to the moment that will someday steal your breath away.

If only we may have the courage to just simply stay…

Namaste, my most beautiful friends….

A Love That Never Tires.

The best way to spend our mornings is in the arms of unconditional love.

To allow love’s every to manifest deeply, that we may extend through every portion of this precious day.

That we may have that sense of knowing, that with love everything be okay.

This every of love, can you feel it my darlings? For, in this moment I am sharing it with you.

Love comprises such a myriad of qualities, each furthering its capacity to transform…

From anger, to understanding…

From tragedy, to hope…

In its purest form, love truly conquers all.

So on this day, my darlings – I wish you peace, but more so I extend these arms in love.

And for those who feel a million miles away, I assure you – love…never…tires.

Namaste ❤️

This One True Reflection.

My darlings, what does it mean to practice love? Does it require our selfless service, placing the needs of others above all else.

Or, is it more simply – a return to self? A nourishing of soul, a reinforcement of will?

In the Buddhist teachings, it is very clear – that to love oneself is the foundation of all other practices. That love itself is the practice.

And, yet?

Why do we find it so hard to love ourselves? To express gratitude in our own ‘time of need’, to show patience where surely there must be some?

In my own practice, I am constantly reminded. I’m reminded of the need to generate love inward. I’m reminded of the need to take care of myself, to nourish and protect the very core of my being – to cultivate the energy that allows me to be fully present and of service to all others.

Though, too often we view these actions as ‘selfish’ – rather than understanding it is precisely this ‘self love’ which is needed most of all.

“To go home to the present moment,” shares Thich Nhat Hanh “To take care of oneself, to get in touch with the wonders of life that are really available—that is already love.” And to extend this energy of kindness and love, is to be able to see this world through Compassion’s eyes. To look at all with tenderness and acceptance – because, we have already learned to foster the same within ourselves.

We share what we learn, my darlings. And, to love at all we must ourselves, learn to be vulnerable; to extend our hearts through the delicate threads of connection.

Why? Because it is the truest reflection of all that is within.

My darlings, the foundation of each practice begins with love; without which, we are empty of service.

Namaste ❤️

Why Are We Here?

A young man asked this morning, “Why are we here?”

I believe his intention was to ask of creation, to understand the genesis of life.

Nietzsche would have argued that within the answer we find our strength; that “he who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.”

Perhaps, this may explain our quest for knowledge? To place into context the seem funky inexplicable?

I thought for a moment before I responded, “I believe the Divine is love. And, I believe we were created out of this love in order to manifest love.”

You know, maybe Nietzsche was right? I mean, isn’t love our greatest empowerment?

For it is with this love, my dearest darlings, that you and I may change this world.

Namaste ~ ❤️

This Promise of Love.

I remember once several years ago walking into my favorite book store.

Upon the wall, to the furthermost corner and up to the left hung a plaque. Upon which it read;

“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”

I later learned the quote to be that of poet Jalāl-ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, someone who dedicated his life and his teachings to the prospect of living passionately. And knowing, we’ve only just this one most beautiful life, to do with as the heart wishes.

Many will live their lives never having known that ‘teetering at the tip of the roof’ sort of feeling, where the compels to leap – so to speak. To take the chance, to believe.

When I was a little girl, I remember a song playing through the house. It was nearly Christmas, and the house was filled with a bustling drone of preparations for those yet to come. His voice was so very soulful, as he sang:

“I can only give you love that lasts forever,
And a promise to be near each time you call.
And the only heart I own
For you and you alone
That’s all,
That’s all…”

The voice was that of crooner Nat King Cole, still to this day one of my favorite songs. I must have just 5 or 6 years old at the time, certainly not yet old enough to understand the complexities of love – though, old enough to know…

That love was comprised of hope and possibility, without which, the heart is surely lost.

It’s that possibility that carries the light before the dawn, and the courage to speak where the heart might otherwise be closed.

All of this life, all of what we experience, and the gratitude that infuses our ever pore – my darlings, it is based upon that single possibility and hope…

That in the end, love shows it’s worth.

Namaste, my dearest darlings – and for you, on this day, I can only offer my promise of love.

I pray someday my love finds its way to you.

A Morning Reminder of Love.

There was a scratching at my door this morning. Softly, at first–as if asking permission–then on to a tempered urgency.

As the fog of morning sleep lifted, I remembered. I remembered the deep aching into my bones and the searing pain at the base of my neck. I remembered of the stack of dishes still left unwashed in the sink, and my residual irritation at a neighbor’s late night ‘gathering’.

And, then?

I remembered gently closing my door on this beautiful little creature who only wanted to show his love. “Not tonight, sweetheart — Mommy needs her rest,” I said.

He’d slept there all night, waiting at the door–listening intently for any shifting noise, hoping he might soon be of service.

There are those who believe dogs hold no bonds; that they exist in life, without emotion.

Such a foolish lot–and, just who are they to speak to the charity of a dog’s love?

As I opened the door, he leapt straight into my arms–never mind that I’d missed his cue. That the floor was cold and mostly uninviting. Or, that the raucousness from two fences over was frightening at its best.

Oh, my darlings, no. For a dog’s love is truly without bounds. My goodness, how we might learn a thing or two.

To love, in spite of a once crippling loss. To love, at the risk of being wounded again. To love, never knowing what may be returned.

To love, just simply to love.

That’s the true heart of the lesson, is it not? To have courage enough to always love again.

Just a little something to consider on this day, my darlings ~ a reminder that true love manifests when the heart is left to open.

Namaste ❤️