Category Archives: Krista’s Journey

Put a Little Heart into your Breathing…

heart breathing

Taking a quick break from holiday festivities to notice when I am breathing, and when I am feeling the need to step away for a bit and be by myself. This is not a bad thing. A little withdrawl (especially from chocolate!) is much needed.

Although I prepare for even more entertaining tomorrow, I know that this works for me:

I notice when my energy is a bit off. I notice when my hand aches, or my heart feels tense, or my head a little dizzy.

I sit down and breathe, ask myself, “what do you need?” Sometimes it is just that:

Breathe! Ahhhhh….

I have learned to bring not only deep into my lungs and belly, but also into my heart. “Heart breathing” is something I learned from doing an Integrated Spiritual Practice with Terry Patten last year. The deep belly breathing is still helpful to release tension and anxiety, but to connect you to your deeper purpose, to your In-Quest – you need to connect to your Heart Space. The heart has more intelligence, light and energy than any other part of your body or mind. And just that slight visualization and intention of tuning into your heart area can activate more loving energy within you and around you.

In the deep belly and Heart breathing, I feel myself drop not only down but out in all directions. I feel the warm glow of my heart fill my body and mind, and then the room and beyond. I feel the peace of God come upon me, and I say a prayer to myself of forgiveness, or need, or whatever needs to be said. That is enough. The rest is done for me.

Tap into and your own energy! Breathe into your Heart. There is more there than you “think”.

And then… Enjoy the festivities! Whatever that means to you. This year, I am tuning In, not out (too much!). I hope you do too! Let’s take a moment before the New Year to connect to our own energy, to our Heart, to say a prayer or two of forgiveness and joy, and then release that into the Universe.

Let this be the year that You are New, too!

Amen to that!

Love,

Krista Moore

P.S. What makes you Breathe deeply? How are you doing with your connection to Self this season? Are you finding time to Tune In to your own energy? To your prayerful Heart Space? Let me know what Heart Breathing does for you.

Thank you!

Re-Vision

“Be still when you have nothing to say. When genuine passion moves you, say it hot.”  D.H. Lawrence

RE-VISION

 
I have learned to stop
the chatter-box
when the motor is not running
when there is no knowing
I drift paralyzed
drag my eyes across the
surface of the water
unclear what is below
 
And then as I approach
something familiar, something dear
that rises within me
like a steeple turned
in on itself
Poking me on to say what
I came to say
 
I rise
I venture forth
with grace
with attitude
with a smile
with ferocity
 
I make no apologies
because there is no
mistake
others quake in their shoes

by Krista Moore

Learning How, and other Hat Tricks

Tonight my daughter was teaching me magic tricks, whilst she was making them up on the fly. Some she knew well and was proud of herself; others, she stopped and hung her head low. “I forget” she said, or “What was I doing that for?….” I knew what she was struggling with: self-confidence in learning something new.  She was so eager to present it all to me “perfectly” (and I did laugh and clap as a good audience would), but she knew she wasn’t there yet. There’s no faking that.

I feel the same way in my journey. I am just learning how to do things I never knew. I thought I knew because I’ve watched others do it. Or pretended to. I’ve read books about it. But when I stand up there, or speak, or sing, or whatever that “thing” is, I pause. Sometimes I will pause mid-sentence, or stop altogether. No, I didn’t want to say it like that. Can we try that again??

Right now I am learning to do video (for my website). I’m used to having a set around me, and others to do all the handiwork. Even when we were doing short films, others had the technical jobs. I just stood where I was told, and said my lines (that part was my responsibility and I delivered them well, I believe).  My job was to  “get out of the way”, and let them do their job. Find a quiet corner to prepare myself and let the rest take care of itself.  Not anymore!

I did my first technical setup the other day. I was quite proud of myself! It wasn’t perfect, I’ll tell you. But I was quite amazed what I could do by myself. I guess I have learned a few things! But the true test comes when I learn how to use it. What I will use it for.  Saying what really matters to me, that I want to share. That is the nail biter! Once it’s there, there’s no turning back. It’s time to go “on”.

Why do I want to try something new at this time? Why not just excel at what I’m already good at? Why not just keep doing commercials, or letting the “other guys” dictate what is going to happen to me instead? Isn’t it easier just to sit on the sidelines and hold my breath?

NO!

I’ve never been one to sit down on a challenge. In school I was the same. Always the overachiever. I couldn’t just sit back and slack off.  I had to know everything I could about what I was doing, and then I had to give it my all. And I did. A little too much, I think! But that pride in doing my best and outshining myself is something I’m used to. I”m not so good at being a beginner.

I know other women who tremble at the thought, when someone suggests that their natural talent at something might blossom into a business. “Who me?” or “Oh, that little thing?”  Such modesty hiding under the covers. I just want to rip them covers off! Pardon the image, folks. But it’s true. There is so much talent just waiting to be unveiled. But you have to say yes, I want to. I’m willing to. I’m going to take the next step.

If other folks believe in you, why can’t you? What is so hard about learning something new? Half the time, we’re already half way there – we’ve already got the talent, some skill, knowledge, will. What else do we need? Just courage. And a little time to sow our seeds.

Get sowing folks! Our field needs rowing. It’s hard work this planting and hoeing.  But oh! What a surprise, when that rich soil produces that tiny sight. We just want to peel over with delight, reach down in wonder at what our hands put asunder, that field of green has blossomed from YOU!

As my daughter walked away tonight, after doing about eight million hat tricks, I told her, “Don’t give up!  Remember, you did all that by yourself, but there are lots more tricks you can learn. You’ll get there! It takes a lot of learning!”  She seemed to take that in, at least I hope she did.

I hope I did, too!

P.S. Tomorrow I will give this video thing a whirl, and see where it goes. Forgive me my mistakes (I don’t have a blueprint), I’m just learning. But I bet it will be great, once I get the trick.  And I will, too!  And so can YOU!

P.P.S.What’s your latest hat trick?  What are you still struggling to get the hang of?  Have you started yet? I’d love to hear  about it below.  :)

Serendipity Calls

Ah, the buzz of adventure has given way to the singing of serendipity as I dip my feet, icy cold, in the water and find a flowing river instead.  Mmm!… Magnifique!  It is warmer than the air, bright with possibility, and it sings to me, calling me along the river bank and beyond, far past where I thought I was before.

I am so happy in this place, this rushing past, marvellously speeding along, then floating in ethereal space. The ground is still beneath my feet, a bit muddy at times, but squishily delicious and full of little urchins and things. Nothing fazes me in this new place, even the wonder of it. It is as if I half-expected it. Now it just is, all the time. This is no boredom, this is a marvellous dessert that doesn’t make you sick!

Today I have had two serendipitous events (so far).  I was out walking my dog with my daughter, who happened to stay home from school (don’t tell), when a new neighbour invited me into her house to show me her magnificent table that just arrived from her home country.  I was admiring the richness of everything, the foreignness and newness of the rosewood and carvings, and her enthusiasm for me.  Her face was glowing and mysterious, yet completely inviting.  My daughter was a bit bored by the whole thing, but I was captivated.  The woman told me she was a yoga instructor, and that she teaches meditation – would I like to come? “Come!” She implored me.  Bingo!  I have been struggling along for years, doing A Course in Miracles, and creating a beautiful sanctuary space for meditation.  The only problem is, I can’t seem to get my behind to sit long enough to do it!  I do succeed at times, but have always wanted the one-on-one.  I was so grateful for her invitation, I think I gushed.  I also promised her I would spread the word about her gifts.

Then I received a email from a friend of a friend in a foreign country, a city I adore, who is interested in my work in Evolutionary Woman.  I was equally impressed with her creative gifts and  her radiant spirit.  She just excudes Life.  She wondered if I might be interested in collaborating?… After seeing her magnificent works and energy, I thought, h– yeah!  No plan, no promises. Just Yes, yes, YES!

That is the feeling now, just flowing along, singing my song. Yes, sea urchins, nibble at my toes, water flow, people just say hello….  Ah, isn’t it grand to just dive right in, to begin?… Isn’t it worth every heart-sickening moment of how/who/what or when?..

Ahhh…..  YES!!

Thank you,

Amen.

The Buzz of Adventure

I watched a documentary on Nostradamus tonight. I am a sucker for historical documentaries, and I love a mystery. But it didn’t have the same effect on me as it would have in the past. I was not afraid. I suppose it is easier to believe in death and destruction, to watch the news and chastise each other. But I won’t tonight. I’m not at war with myself anymore. Right now, peace fills my mind. If it takes forever to get it, that’s all it takes to make up this mind.

As we witness to so much fear and insecurity in this world of chaos, we adventure to know ourselves better, to build new life based on truth, not dire warnings and “facts”.

It is spring in the minds of many, who see fall not as end, but beginning.  The rays of the mind’s day keep me warm at night, buzzing with new adventures and life.

There is no war in ourselves, we are safe to explore. No dynasty to pursue. Only what’s true. The traveler’s path is wide. Our knowledge may be thin, but our collective wisdom vast. We must not go it alone, but venture together if we are to find our true path.I feel the heart’s passages in the heart’s mind, written for all time,  just in time, in no time at all.

We are on this path. We wear our backpacks bouncing with promise (and pens!).  We chant hymns. We seek the sky at night. We foresee great adventure and everlasting joy.

This may be an idealist’s story, but my vision is not just my own. It surfaces everywhere in the collective mind. It is the eternal ray of light, not of fire but of Life.

I feel the buzz of New Life crackling out of the old. Whatever has been saved is now mine to hold. Much like with archaeology or ancestry, the old is not forgotten or denied, but something new shines forward. It has to. That is our job now. Our collective cradle if you will. Ironically, it is the most solid stance from which to begin.

We are fortunate to live from this place. To have the permission, the passion, the fire in us that won’t go away. I am stirred to be the one to tell it, sing it, believe in it, shape it and mold it into being. I am grateful to share it with those who want it more than anything that has gone before. To open that door… That is all we are up to. That is all any of us, if we are honest, really wants anymore.

Ahh, to take up permanent residence through the Heart’s door.

Mmmm…… Isn’t it sublime to be You at last?

I Can Only Be Me

Today I have had a bit of a day. You know what I mean? I really can’t say I was happy today, and that bothers me. I have been so conscious lately of my effect on the world – meaning my little family, friends, work, what I can perceive as being around me. I don’t even realize all the ripples that go out beyond that!

No, today I feel like I failed at being me. Does that sound crazy, or what?! But it’s true. When you come in contact with your “best me” it is very hard indeed to fallback into the old patterns of “poor me”.  And it is very hard for others when we fail to deliver the best of what we can be.

All of us are human, and thankfully, that includes me. I have to remember that as I am walking uphill with my dog pulling me very hard from in front. Staggering to catch up with myself, grumpy and  mean, sad even.  I don’t need to explain. You know the feeling.

It doesn’t matter “why” we are sad, mad, very angry or even glad. What matters is that we recognize we are HUMAN after all. We are a SPECTRUM of varying colors and patterns. And although I loath to admit that I might be weaved into some undeniable shape or pattern, it seems to be. I fight it, I try to rework it, I struggle and want to tug and pull and tear it to pieces sometimes. But, it’s me. All of it.

Now, what is this pattern/shape/colour?  Is it real. Is it something to get all worked up about? Are our failings so important? Is our bad day really such a big deal? Or is it all surreal… A cloud over a darkened sky – an inconceivable darkness that just won’t seem to go away – all the while knowing that tomorrow is ‘another day’.

I know it is and will be. I have experienced the colours and shapes of my fabric on life, my ‘take’ that varies from day to day. These variations make it all the more obvious to me that I don’t really have a clear picture at all. That my moods and variations are really a seam, a division, a kind of separation.  I don’t see what is behind me or before me, above me or below  me.

I don’t really see.

This is good news!  Like a giant sleeping in the grass, who doesn’t know how big he is until he stands. All he sees is the tiny grass waving in his hands and the dark and scary night.  He has  no idea that he is surrounded by a tiny world in great need of what he brings. His strength, his power, his gentleness.

the unhappy giant

Yes, even a giant can be kind, though he may appear to be quite grumpy to those running beneath his feet.

Stewing Stupalicious Soup!

I am sitting tonight in a candlelit room my son left behind him as he moved downstairs. It was a coming of age moment long overdue that I resisted, but  now I wonder why I waited so long! Here I am, sitting at this room he lived in as a small boy, staring up at me from the lower bunk bed, afraid of the dark, or upset by bullies, or nervous about a new school, dreaming and talking and asking all kinds of questions.  Now he is grown, answering them for himself and feeling quite proud of his new life and new high school. And I am so proud of him.

But I am proud of me too. Because instead of being sad or feeling at a loss, I have gained too. He told me to go ahead and use his old room to create a nook for myself, put in my own desk, decorate the walls, christen it the new “creativity room”.  And so, here I sit talking to you in the new room as if no time has passed, except it is the future now and I am as open and new as he.

Aaaaah….. Love is sweet. And freedom too. Although four walls still surround me, they are different, and I am too. I love this new me, creating possibility, and enjoying the newness of all the friends I meet, all the plans we create. It is so, so sweet.

Mmmmm…….

What Can I Do For YOU?

This seems like a dirty word/phrase sometimes; “What can I do for You?” may seem altruistic, almost “old world”; a way of giving through self-sacrifice. Or its meaning is relegated to the service or hospitality industry. But what if  “What can I do for You?” really is about You? What if in serving another you really do serve your Self, not just you, but the Whole?

We cannot live in a vacuum, a bubble, an island or any other such isolation tank.  In other words, we cannot live for “ourselves” alone.

A barrage of information lately has led me to think there is a war going on between the philosophy of  how to “make your dreams come true” and “noticing what is wrong in the world and making it right.”  Between My Life and Our Life.  I notice that even in some of the books I have read, some of the most spiritual “new age” manifestation materials on finding happiness (The Secret, The Law of Attraction etc.) we are being asked to focus on what we WANT instead of what don’t want. That makes sense. But what if what we want isn’t really what we need? How are we to know that? If we are the ones in this mess, if we are alone or in lack, if we are disconnected from our “brothers”, from humanity, how can we know that what we want will only serve ourselves and leave us empty? Are we really going to be happy when we get that house, or when we are more popular than Oprah? That is a fantasy. A wish. A desire. But is it coming from the right place?

Who are we listening to?

“We can not solve our problems with the same level of thinking that created them”
Albert Einstein

I am just noticing for myself that I have grown up a lot in the past 10 years. I did all those visualizations, I posted my sticky-notes and pictures on the wall.  I said my chants of affirmations about my “ideal life” and I fantasized continually about their realization.  Some of them came true. Others did not.

In the meantime, I had a life, I had a family, I had conflicts, doubts, discoveries. I clarified, I lied to myself and others, I pretended, and I parted ways. I came back again and tried for another day. I gave up my “ideas” and decided to discover something truly new, something I hadn’t thought of before. I learned from others. I gave up my idea of what was supposed to be true. I gave up attack against those who didn’t agree with me. I decided to try a different approach with my friends, partner, spouse.

“What can I do for you?”

This is really uncomfortable. I am used to thinking about myself. All the time! I have been incredibly selfish over the years, perfectionistic, obsessed with figuring out what I am supposed to do, how I can be better, happier, more successful, and and and…..  all the while, there are people all around me looking for guidance, happiness, peace. Relief. Relief from the barrage of  “What about me?”  

I was called on it recently. And I argued that I do care, I do try. But I was wrong. I was still thinking small.

There is a relief in telling your story and being heard, and having someone care about your existence. There is a relief in caring about someone else for awhile. It makes us human, sane, and reach for something better. Not just for ourselves and our own pleasure, but for everyone around us. Perhaps even around the world.

What is it you really, really want? Underneath your surface concerns and desires?

Most people when put to the test really want love. That is all.  When you’re down on your knees, you want your family, or your spouse. A child, a friend, a dog. You want somewhere to live that feels right, gives you comfort at night. You want to belong.

It’s really not so simple. We are constantly under attack, from ads, companies, people trying to fit that need with something better. Even from social media and the “new age” scene. Everybody has the answer. But nobody will admit what you don’t need.  Whose going to tell you not to buy their product or take their course or adopt their philosophy?

What if for one day we stopped seeking answers for ourselves, and asked a better question:  to whoever you belong to or aspire to serve:  God/Source, your wife, community, child, friend or dog, or even the stranger down the hall…. even if it feels falsely altruistic, misguided, uncertain or scared…

Ask “What can I do for You?” instead.

And see the belly rise with relief, the eyes sparkle with their knowing response: “You did the right thing” or Thank You.

 

P.S. Giving to others or having a higher purpose does not mean you give up being who you are, or give up any of your material possessions, unless you want to . I love a good clearing out too!  And I love to give things away.  But it’s a mental shift. Maybe a physical shift. No one can tell you when it’s wrong. You just feel it. Only you will know when you got it right.  And, you may sleep better at night.

What is Love?

A friend asked me this question, and I am commissioned to answer.  I would be wise not to try to answer it by saying what love is, for as A Course in Miracles says, love cannot be defined.  But perhaps in offering what love is not I can suggest its opposite. But, as the Course says, “what is all-encompassing can have no opposite”.

There is only one cure for “love” in this world and that is God.

I have known glimpses of love’s scent. I have known the quality of joy looking back in the mirror, the glow of understanding, of surrender. The big AHA that comes as a deep sigh within. The grateful feeling of love’s proximity keeping us safe from the wizards of doom.

I do not believe that love comes from one person. I do not believe that we are meant to love only one person and put all our hopes and dreams on that. That is not love, but devastation. For people will always disappoint you.

No one should be used as a “replacement” for Love. No one can put windows and doors around Love’s Presence. When you feel it, you know it. It is a safe but unbordered country. I have no idea how to define it or even say I know it clearly.I am still humble in the ways of love.

Any relationship, or lack of relationship, can be transformed by surrendering your ideas about it, and asking for a “miracle” instead.

We all make mistakes. And though I said we cannot find Love in another person, I meant exclusively. If we try to possess another person as our own – as in “My Family”, “My Spouse”, “My Children”, we are boxing them in. We are not seeing them for who they really are – unique individuals, yes, on a mission of their own. Each person is born with a unique blueprint, a purpose for being here. And believe me, it is not to satisfy you and make your life easier.  That is your job.

If you are expecting others to do the work for you, to reach those arms around you and keep you safe, they will inevitably disappoint. That is their job!  To show you where your weak spots are, to stimulate rejection so you can learn, to catalyze transformation.

Believe it or not, that purpose is truer to Love’s Cause than the other. Anyone you choose to make yourself comfortable, static and “the same” is just your way of keeping yourself in a holding pattern. It may feel like a house, a relationship, a life, but it is just your way of feeling safe. That doesn’t mean you can’t have those things, they are necessary to life, but they are not what life is for.

True love says Go, do what you have to do. Don’t worry about me. True love let’s another person grow beyond the edges of what is comfortable for either one. True love sees a relationship as an opportunity to grow, forgive and let go. Of expectations, definitions, demands, and other subtle ways we try to control the other. Unless something is freely given, it isn’t a gift, it’s a temporary prison.

So what is love? I don’t know. But it isn’t this: It isn’t waiting for the perfect person to come along. It isn’t looking at other people as potential soul-mates and measuring whether they fit the bill. It isn’t designing a life for yourself where only certain people belong.

Love is weightless, empty and strong. Love does not expect, declare or remain anywhere too long. Love is friendly and kind, as Paul the Apostle said. But it doesn’t always come with a marriage certificate.  Does that mean two people can’t love each other? No. It means our new job here is to decide if we are willing to let go. To really see another person for who they are, who they could be, but bear no interference in their crossing that bridge for themselves. We can lend a hand, that’s all.

Does that mean we walk alone? Absolutely not!  There are many friends for the journey. Not only your “mate”, but the whole world around you. You just have to look around. You have to offer it to someone – anyone!  You can’t just wait for it to happen. I hate to say this, but it’s like the Red Cross blood commercial:

It’s In You To Give

I hope that didn’t exasperate you too much. It exacerbates  me too, sometimes! I am only human. But my Divine Self is persistent and seems to have put me on this path. Even though I don’t know all the time, something in me does. And so I attempt to share the best way I can.

I hope that helps in some way. I hope that doesn’t discourage at all, but opens doors, window-frames, and every other structure you’ve laid. I talk of you, me and everyone here. We are all the same.

The truth is, we are not alone. We have many Helpers, friends, lovers. We are all commissioned to the task at hand. To learn to love each other. And if we can’t do that, to forgive.

That is all for now.

Amen.


Haley Flies Through the Mountaintops

1400 miles. 6 days. Up the Pacific Coast and down the interior of Southern CA.  What does it matter where we stayed and what we did? This isn’t a travel blog. It’s a “course” in miracles.  What did I learn? Let me attempt to recreate.

Every time we got on the road I had an “anticipation”.  A deliberate expectation that formed in my mind unconsciously, but undeniably formed like  a phantom waiting for me at the next gate.  When we stopped to search, we inevitably found a new way. Our “radar” was on, our GPS loaded. We had a destination, after all. But the in between was unsettling at times.  I had to let go.

The long stretch of road, the flowering weeds, the smell of wheatgrass and mountain air. There was a wide openness out there. Something that couldn’t be seen or controlled. The road may wind one way, but our minds go another. We “think” we know where we’re going, but we never do.

Sometimes I would drowse. Sometimes I would take the wind in my hair. Sometimes I would eat and fidget in my chair, sometimes I would take the driver’s seat…

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Video of my mountaintop drive coming soon…

We were coming back to the coast after a long trip up and through San Fransisco. We had barely stopped for a rest. We found this little way back unexpectedly, not the highway, but the bi-way through the mountaintops. The  most scenic route on the map.  Steve asked if I wanted to drive. I hesitated.  Something in me knew. When I took the wheel, my lazy, numb-brained “along for the ride” self suddenly shifted into full awareness, out of the dream and into the bright landscape of trees, dust, and curves. I felt every bend, my eyes fully fixed on the road. My breathing controlled and smooth, my mind entranced with what I could do, elated at my sudden rush of power, confident in my handling at the wheel, amused by my “passenger” squirming a little in his seat, amazed at my ability and nerve.  This excited me further.

I had changed from nervous passenger glowering over mountaintops, to fully-alive, fiery Mountain Woman toppling the great unknown.
 
Slow cars pulled over.  I was riding with the Harleys.
 
Adventure was in.  Fear was out.  All hats were off!
 
The mountain which had previously threatened me now held me perfectly.

Haley was flying through the mountaintops*.

* See Haley Sings to the Mountaintops and Special Edition: Haley’s Comet Anniversary & Me .

How did I assimilate this experience into the rest of my trip? Every moment was a new moment to let go. Let go of expectations. Of what hotel to stay in. Or what tomorrow will bring. Let go of “I want it this way” or “I can’t do that”. Let go.  Every day is a day to take the driver’s seat. That doesn’t mean you boss the world around or know exactly what to do. But somehow, in the moment, as the road presents itself, and the general destination looms over the mountaintops, you know what to do.

Just drive.

P.S. The last morning as I was lying in bed thinking about what I still wanted to do, I roused my partner and ordered him to the car. “I want to swim in the ocean.” I said powerfully. He listened. We drove in our bathing suits and parked on Venice Beach, a few miles away from our quiet sanctuary in Marina Del Rey. The water was too quiet for me today. I needed the ocean to stir my appetite.  We bounded into the waves. It was cold. I didn’t care. It was 8:30AM and the only other person was a surfer in full body suit. Our skin was naked against the salty air.  I wasn’t satisfied until I soaked my hair. Crazy gangly sea-things washed up against my leg and I shivered and jumped.  I went farther, dipped down, then up and away! riding the last wave…

How can I push the envelope this minute? What can I do differently? What will scare me a little and make me wake up? That is how to stay ALIVE.

Thank you California, and Marina Del Rey. Highway 33, 105 and Tulare. Marilyn Monroe in Santa Maria, and the elephant seals in Morro Bay. There is so much more to say. Maybe I’ll get around to it, maybe someday.

In the meantime, I’ll drive my way.

 

P.S. Here’s the video of my mountaintop drive, for those of you who aren’t too squeamish!  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvKxA7Ifo44. Enjoy!