Manifest?

If actualizing our manifestations were as simple as focused intent, I would have already won the lottery jackpot. If creating our reality was as easy as visualizing it, I would have traveled the world by now, only to return to my dream home, here in California.

My determination, coupled with my need to believe that I can manifest my own destiny, will not allow me to stop intending and visualizing, no matter the gruesome waiting period.
I’ve come to the realization that there must be a missing link. There must be a piece to the laws of attraction puzzle that I need to locate. My other concern is that perhaps all things will happen in their own time, not ours. But is there a way we can compromise on timing…as in meeting half way, meaning RIGHT NOW.

My impatience, while being forced to wait, reminds me that I need to check my ego. If I won the lottery ten years ago, I may have made some poor financial decisions; where as if I won today, I’d use better judgment – now having a clearer picture of what I want in life. I am forced to make the picture clearer as I wait, because I have no other choice but to plan until the jackpot check has my name on it.

Ahhhh – could this be the missing piece? Does the picture need to be crystal-clear for actualization? Do we need to make baby-manifesting-steps that lead to the bigger-picture of the manifestation? Perhaps.

Through patience comes clarity, and through clarity comes better decision making. Once our minds are clear, would we even want the same things? Is it possible that what we think we want is not the truth of our subconscious mind? Are we blocking ourselves?

Community

It’s amazing to me that we still create separation in regards to whose problem “it” is. Our planet. Our problem.

You can’t turn on the television, or log on the computer without news of destruction and dismay occurring, worldwide. And while there are many concerned about the welfare of others, there are also many that are not concerned with the world at large. Too many are only concerned with what they believe to affect their immediate lives. Well, again – our planet, our problem.

The turmoil may start in one concentrated area, but the impact is always greater than the starting point. Whether we are affected financially, emotionally, physically, spiritually, etc – the root cause does not always stem from our own backyard, so to speak.

On the flip side, the solution(s) will have greater impact if efforts are communal. The saying “It takes a village” comes to mind. It does, and the scope is greater than we seem to realize. Our village is global.

We have to wake up.

Today's Meditation

Today I was consumed with noise, only until I recognized the silence surrounding me.

My mind was racing with thoughts of tomorrow, the next hour, the next minute…the chaos happening in London, to the news occurring here in the United States. Then the noise became louder as I realized how consumed I was. I began to scream, internally, but quickly caught myself. I paused…looked around, and noticed the stillness in-between movements. I heard the silence in-between sound. In that very moment, I began meditation. It was beautiful, and the first time I was provoked to meditate without premeditation.

Take time to acknowledge moments of stillness. Create moments of stillness.

Namaste.

Spilled Milk

Spilled Milk

I Held My Hand Out...

to you
until it was numb
knowing you’d never come
to the senses
I chose…
so far from your own
It’s just memories
that blurred the present
and reminded me of all
that was beautiful
while my fingertips lingered
in empty air
wishing for some sign
of your presence

The Ritual...

began with the eyes
penetrating beauty
that spoke
like soft, sweeping winds
and embraced me strong…
kept me longing for
the next action…
the next motion…
the next breath…
immersed with intention
in intense silence
as love hovered
above, below and around us

I cry for you...

and I don’t even know you
Can’t recall your voice
and have no memory of
your face
I am suddenly and
unwillingly
aware of your absence
Did you say goodbye?
Why did you choose to go?
Who were you…
before it all fell apart?
I have far too many questions
to count
and wouldn’t know what to do
with the answers
if
they were ever given
I don’t want to create an image
based on other’s perceptions…
I don’t want edited versions of the truth
sown empathetically as whole
and
I don’t want a picture painted
with contrived shades of you…
They do not know which colors
would have captured
who you should have been
to me
So I cry for you…
for the memories that have
escaped me
and those that
never reached us