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Merging

Highways might as well be a prayer rug for me that stretch out across the country. I travel often, most often by car, and every time, I find myself on my knees, bowing down, asking for some grace on the journey.

In reflection I can see that I really do love this. It’s a small reminder of the power of living a prayerful life, of surrendering, while still gripping the wheel, heading into your own direction, at speeds hard to fathom.

The prime time I pray- a simple and direct prayer- is before merging onto highways. The cars whipping by. The blindspots. The inability for me to punch my speed to match theirs as quickly. Wow, do I pray.

And there, every time, within moments, the prayer is answered. I cannot tell you how remarkable- truly awe-some- this prayer is. I merge onto congested and racing speedways with wide gaping holes in the traffic. How do I help you understand this even more? Every time, each time, I pray and then I come onto a highway where there are dozens of cars 50 yards ahead of me, and dozens 50 yards behind, but rarely a car even on the 4 lanes I enter. And every time, in the expanse of the highway I am reminded of the power of the Divine. I am reminded of our use of prayer. I surrender in awed gratitude to the ability of Life to protect, guide, and help us.

This past Thursday, as I was heading to Charleston, South Carolina, I was doing this practice, amazed yet again, and a thought came to me, as they so often do- out of the blue.

“Why don’t you pray for the merger of your career?”

Of course it clicked right away. Like the sky knocking on my thick skull – “Hello! If I can work in traffic, I can work in your other future paths too.”

So I did. I prayed for the safe and bless merger of my writing career.

We think these big life decisions, these dreams and songs of our heart are massive and slow moving like glaciers, and sometimes they are. But sometimes they look more like the Interstate.

I can’t help but feel like Squirt from Finding Nemo. When he gets knocked out of the East Australian Current and has to merge back in, with power and with courage, his Father waiting patiently for his safe return, which he knows is coming.

 

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The Root Of Your Sadd

Real Balance- enough vs. drive

I Don’t Know

Can we relax into this phrase? Can we let go of ourselves into the not knowing? Can you embrace it? Love it, dance, swim, indulge in it?

What if this week we lived in the “not knowing” space? What if we were not only honest with others, but with ourselves – I don’t know.

As I read this idea this morning, parts of my body and soul that were secretly clenched instantly released. I realized I was harboring so much tension in my body because I had set up the standard that I should know the Way of my self-expression, my future, my contribution to others.

While it is a challenging journey to begin to understand what you can uniquely contribute to the world, in recognizing your gifts, your talents, your abilities, and wanting to spread them, it may be even harder to not just attempt to map out your contribution, but to remain honest with yourself, that you really have no idea how it’s going to happen.  The truth is that your path is just that – yours. It has never been experienced before. It cannot be predicted. It cannot be copied.  This individualized adventure, your Divine Self Expression, is wholly unique and the only thing you must carry forward on this journey is this mindset of not knowing. With this comes immense trust in Life, superhuman persistence, dogged determination and a gentleness with yourself that isn’t always supported culturally. Not knowing takes you out of the picture and allows the teachers, leaders, guides and others to point the way, lift you up and enter you into a life of awe.

Today, I admit it. I do not know. 

The body is weak, but the Spirit is strong

 

 

 

Health is something we all aspire to have. Strong bodies serve us throughout our days, and truly are the tools of the work we do. However, there are times when these bodies fail. They don’t work, they take you away from your life, your tasks, your dreams. But this physical weakness can actually be the tool for greater good, greater inspiration, greater Life.

 

 

Loss seems tremendously unfair. It is tragic to lose those you love. But in the depth of the pain, sometimes our only option is to go higher, to see the bigger picture, to take a perspective we so rarely take. Could the body have been weakened so that the Spirit could be strengthened?

 

This afternoon I will attend a celebration of the life and the legacy of Kajal Patel, a young 7th grade girl, who passed away last week after many health difficulties. She was a student of my husband, a sister, a daughter, and a dear friend to so many of her peers. Drew, my husband, will be the emcee for the event, leading the group of hundreds to hear from those that loved her, and that she loved so much. At the funeral on Thursday, he said that he had never seen so many people, at least 500 hundred show up. Today we expect even more. It is evident that although small and young, this child reached endless amount of people.

 

Last year when her health took a turn for the worse, it was her closest 6th grade friends that were torn and moved to do everything in their power to help her. The truth is, they probably didn’t realize the depth of the power they had. The doctors had said that the last option to help her was to be a bone marrow transplant, but that the odds in finding a match were so slim, so not to count on it.

 

a friends knew differently. Organizing with their families, teachers, school and community leaders, these children led the brigade to find a match. In their endless pursuit to save their friend, they organized the largest and quickest bone marrow drive in history. Setting a new Guinness world record for the number of swabs taken in a day, these students who had set out to change the life of one person, touched thousands. They appeared on TV, newspaper, internet and more. They became well-known in the community for the endless support and their dogged determinism to find a match.

 

In the end they did. They found not only one match, but four for their friend. In addition, through their efforts they entered thousands of more bone marrow donors, who would have never been in the registry without them. All of us became aware of  what it means and how hard it is to find a match for those that need the transplant. We learned how easy it was to do the operation of transfer from the donors part. And we learned in with just a swab of a q-tip on the inside of our cheek, a 3 second process, we could see if somehow we had something that someone else desperately needed.

 

 

The Be The Match Bone Marrow Program was brought to the forefront of our minds and community during the drive, but it didn’t stop there. One UGA student was called a few months later, having been persuaded to swab after initially declining, and heard from that he was a match for a young boy on the East Coast. He was flown to a hospital, and generously underwent the procedure for the transfer. He saved a little boy’s life all because of that 30 second exchange in front of the Student Center.

If we follow logic down its path, we see that in reality it was Kajal that helped that boy survive. It was her  love and then physical weakness that inspired thousands upon thousands to use their bodies for her. It was her love that pushed her peers and others to do the unimaginable. It was Kajal that changed the world of so many.

 

 

 

This is why I cannot help but think of Psalm 73:26. “My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.”

There is no end of the tools and methods of the Spirit, even in the most tragic of situations. We may never know why this happened, but I don’t think that is the right question to ask right now. Asking “why?” will bring us down into a spiral of questions that we simply cannot know the answer to.

 

 

We can, however, ask ourselves, how far did the reach of this girl go? How deep did her love penetrate the souls of others, whether they ever met her or not. How strong is the Spirit, that through one small 6th grader, it can alter, change and improve the lives of thousands?

 

Health is a Divine Gift. Yet the absence of health does not change the presence of God within or around us. There is no end to the tools the Divine will use to spread love, grace and joy. While we may never understand the choice of using a life, it is forever evident that she served her Divine purpose with grace, love and a self-sacrifice that we are all in awe of.

The campaign the students ran had a tag line of  “Be A Hero for Kajal“.  I cannot help but feel the second part of this statement is missing. “Be a hero for Kajal, because she has been a hero for you.” The fearlessness, the strength and the love this child has, at such a young age, is of an example we all hope to hold in this life. Her life was truly a gift and today, while we celebrate it, we remember this heroine. We remember that anything is possible no matter what limits of body, age, mind, are in front of us. We honor the Spirit that has been awakened in all of us by the enthusiasm, love and life of Kajal Patel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Thoughts

Salted Avocado on Stone Ground Crackers

Committing to projects that thrill you

Staying up late with your thoughts and excitement

The strange feeling of goodbye to a year past

Taking a whole day to get organized at work

The fresh start when you take down your holiday decorations

Finding a great new and applicable app

Always having your favorite pen with you

A beautiful new calendar for a beautiful new year

The Munford and Sons Pandora Station

Being aware of what you can add to any environment – a smile, a happy thought, a blessing

Committing to a tea time everyday

Harnessing the masculine energy of taking big things and making them small

Recognizing the feminine energy of taking small things and making them big

A vase of colored pencils

Doing math

A clean inbox

Not waiting to do something

How everything can be done if its broken into smaller chunks

The Bored List – 20 plus things you can do instead of TV

Dream Boards

Drinking more than enough water every day

Fearlessly claiming what you are about

Making your life more like camp

The things you say to yourself when you first wake up

Listening to your body

Violin solos in songs

Antonio Vivaldi

Pleasant surprises

Getting back into a routine

Feeling joyous with every breath

The bag of resources you always carry around with you – a smile or compliment on your lips, a listening ear, a hug in your arms

A Call To Arms

This might be one of my most important posts to date, since it directly addresses another message that is gaining momentum and attention.  I sat this morning reading an article from yesterday’s New York Times entitled “In Seeking Love, Find Strength in Numbers” and with every sentence I gasped again and again in shock.

I truly feel that the message of described in this article of these two up and coming authors Ms. Rebecca Wiegand and Ms. Jessica Massa, of Gaggle, is wrong. In fact, I would go as far as to say it is the direct opposite of what we should be listening to and learning.

This message, delivered in small group discussions during happy hours in NYC and in their book is essentially to not only accept, but to embrace the horribly low standards for romantic relationships that seem to be around us. According to the article, these women talk about embracing hook up culture, expecting text messages instead of phone calls and relinquishing the “rules” of yesteryear. “We cannot expect to impose upon this world a set of rules, a set of regulations, a set of expectations.”

Oh really? These two authors, who I would love to know their love story, are out spreading a message that will truly never let the Perfect, Divine Love and Relationship come to them or those that buy into their standard-lowering propaganda.

That is why this post is a call to arms. I cannot help but act against them and their message. It is our responsibility, as established women with great dreams, to hold the bar high. To plant and stand firm by the standards that we desire in our lives and in our relationships. It is NOT asking for too much to have monogamy, phone calls, flowers-  yes, romance. That is asking of the littlest we could – it’s like asking for air to breath.

As A Course in Miracles states, “it is not that we ask for too much, but that we are asking for too little”. You must hold true to our highest standards – to falling head over heels in love with someone who understands you and gets you more than you understand yourself. To having high romance, where he comes before you and fulfills your dreams for you. It is about feeling more free sexually than you have ever dreamed because you can open up in the safest place have ever known- his arms. It is passionate. It is beautiful. It is exciting. It is challenging. It is deep, deep Love.

As I have written before, I will write again – Nothing, absolutely nothing, is too good to be true -especially when it comes to romantic love.

This man who completes you, who brings out the very best in you, who is fun and sexy and so deeply loving, exists. He is wishing and waiting and wanting you just as badly as you are him. The time will come. You will meet and you will not know what has happened. While everything seemed to be normal you will be rocked at your core because “the one”, the person you are connected to in ways that you cannot see or understand, has just met you again, for the first time. Nothing will be the same. No light will look the same; no food will taste the same. When you meet you are changed on a cellular level, forever.

This is the love we are all entitled to. It is not just for some of us, but for every one of us. It is one of the greatest gifts Life has to offer. We actually have to do very little to open up this inheritance – we must love ourselves and Life with the love we would shower on this person – and we must, at all costs, keep our ideal as our standard.

You are so deeply loved that you cannot even comprehend it. This Divine Love is your birthright. It is real. Wake up today and see it all around you. In everything you do, know that it is rushing towards you this very day. If it doesn’t arrive until tomorrow, you’ll be ready-  tanned and joyous from your time dancing in the light of this truth.

Amazing Husbands…

Break through your bad mood and replace it with joy.

Take time out of their lives to give you what you need – what you really need, not necessarily what you are asking for.

They get stronger in your storms, rooting themselves more and more to you.

They surprise you.

They know you.

They forgive you.

They hit on you.

They play with you.

They light fires for you.

They make life easier.

They make life more fun.

They make life as good as it can possibly be.

 

God bless Amazing Husbands.

Happy Thoughts

friends making you laugh so hard you cry

gaving no more laundry to do

three food processors meals made in a row

wearing what feels right

surrounding yourself with only things that are a 9 or 10

a husband who vacuums

showering before getting into a clean bed

booklights

scheduling time for yourself

saying “no”

saying “I would love to”

finding happy homes for loved clothes

“everything in its place”

iphone apps that help your life

Louise Hay

befriending dolphins

developing a plan

joining forces to change something

coat racks

asking for what you really want

receiving genuine praise

dancing wildly

easy sunday mornings.

Look out for Icebergs

I realized this past week, as I was in a conversation, that when we make a new acquaintance, we really don’t know the depth of the person. How quickly we cast judgements (or at least I do) that they are this way or they are that. Or dare I say, we even in our mind think of what they can do for us (I hope is that this thought is shifted to, What can I do for them). The reality is that we know so little from just meeting a person. It truly is, just the tip of the iceberg.

The bulk, the majesty, the massive contribution of each person usually lies under the surface, hidden from our view. Yet we encounter these icebergs every day. Each person has not only a story that supports them, but a growing contribution to the world that we cannot see.

What if we approached more people and more moments conscious of the whole iceberg, with the curiosity of a scientist wanting to know more about their depth? What if we went into every situation knowing that we truly can only see the tip of the matter or the person, at best.

What if we greeted everyone with the acknowledgement of their strength and power to create mountains and change the world?

What if?