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The Life of the Soul

A study of the soul, by Krista Moore. For those who are struggling on the path of awakening, and wondering why you don’t feel good, or if you are doing it “wrong”…  Hopefully this will give you comfort and faith for the journey.


 

I have never questioned the existence of a soul. One has only to spend a little bit of time with me while I am brooding on the meaning of it all to know the depths the soul can live. A scientific mind too has a soul – it simply finds its answers in the known universe, which even then, boggles it from understanding anything at all. But it is not just answers the soul seeks. It is experience. A feeling of fullness, wholeness, freedom from any questions.

 

The soul is the part of us that exists within and beyond the body. It cannot be contained, which is often why it causes us such misery in contemplating its deeper wants and existence. If our life, in comparison to the soul, is somewhat contained, and contrite, and deals in shallow, known waters; if it does not surface to explore the depths and chooses to remain hidden from us, we will feel as if there is a hole in our very being, a vacuous tent with no furnishings, no music, and no food to keep it from starving. This too is an exercise of the soul, to awaken us to something deeper. It may be painful, but it is a necessary step in showing us the difference between meaning, and a world without it.

 

What does the soul love more than anything else? To know itself. To extinguish the false, and to disappear into the blazing light of truth. It is a difficult master, and has no mercy on those who cling to childish things. There is no joy that does not come at the cost of giving up the meaningless. True joy is what the soul feels, when we are washed in its light, free to do its bidding, and share the gifts only spirit brings. True joy comes from union with God, its creator, Source of all things. When the soul is lit, it is capable of great joy, and wants only to share itself and experience all with great abundance and clarity. It is wise, expansive, jovial and alive. Not every soul experesses itself this way, but I believe, in its truest light, unguarded and unbounded, every soul is capable of this.

 

How does one, who has not yet had this feeling, come to experience the soul? If they have cried or lost anything, they have experienced an opening of the soul. The challenge is not to shut down the tiny crack that has been opened by heartache or disappointment, and instead to feel even more what that heartache or disappointment is pointing toward. If it is a loss of love, or death we have experienced, the soul teaches us that we have loved and lost to learn something. In the absence of that love, we feel torn apart. Any separation on the earth plane from those we love feels like the separation from God, even if we don’t believe in Him. If you have ever experienced loneliness so deep you thought you were going to die, you have experienced this separation, which all humans suffer at one point or another. It is a temporary condition of our corporeal lives, a trick of the body that says we are separate from one another, and different from everything we see in the physical world. Our bodies seem solid and real, while our minds seem able to go from one unrelated thought to another. While we sleep our minds visit other places and dream of unknown things. We never realize that the mind never sleeps, and is the shepherd of the soul’s deeper longings. Hopefully it is a good sheppard, and we can keep what is important to us close at hand, if not close in our hearts.

 

In our vulnerability and loss, we can find the key to our soul. Like a child finding a seedling in the garden, and planting it in a deeper hole so that it will grow, we can dig a little deeper and find true shelter for our soul. Our hearts can open even wider, stretch us even more profoundly. Where we thought it was time to walk away from such “negative” feelings, we must examine the deeper longing underneath the belief that we are alone or that we will never love again. To be loved is the natural state of the soul. To be in a constant stream of consciousness which is ever reaching and expanding itself, is the natural state of the mind. This is only painful-seeming to us as humans who have limited ourselves to what feels comfortable and certain, rather than be faced with the uncomfortable reality that we don’t know anything. Better to not know and ask a deeper question, then to bury our dreams and let them pass us by. If instead we plant our hopes, our intentions, even our pains, by digging into the heart and feelings, we will be rewarded with happy tears as well as hope springing from the soul’s eternal ground.

 

So our job is not always to feel pleasant and happy – though we may end up there after the work is done. Our real job is to find everything standing in the way of that happiness, and admitting to ourselves where we have fallen short of the soul’s natural unfettered state of joy, and asking ourselves why we have done that? If we feel we are undeserving of such happiness, or that such freedom is impossible in the world, we will continue to suffer, and the soul will or will not keep showing us the other way. Let us hope it continues to push us deeper and away from our comfort, and out into the open where life breathes, and love is self-renewing. And the world is but a temporary playground where we can learn our lessons and become more and more acquainted with our soul.

 

What can we hope to expect if we do not give up? A window into the soul is a window indeed into another universe of things. Past, present and future seem to meld into an eternal mix of possibilities. What seemed broken and inconsolable can now mend. Hearts once closed and swept so clean they seemed hospital sterile can be flooded with new love as green and productive as a wild spring. Rushes of hope can lead to unexpected visitors and companions on the journey back to our true self. What felt lonely and uncertain, now feels warm and inviting, a great source of material for bonding with our fellow humans. And courage comes, too. Out of the depths of all that lay waste, pale yellow fruit pops from the ground and raises itself up to the light above, filling with the juicy stuff of life that one can simply taste or share with the whole group. We discover that we have been grown in the process, and taught to live. And if we are very “lucky” (meaning willing and ready), we may even break the bonds of the earth for a time and, experiencing ourselves as pure soul, take flight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meditation on Happiness

Recently I had to drive from Canada to the U.S. for over nine hours to meet with some Cincinnati women who were going to Tuscany with us in July. I determined to myself that this would be an adventure, and I would be happy, and do some good while I drive. This may seem like an impossible task but it isn’t!

Let’s compare two apples:

The first apple is worn and a little bruised. It has been sitting too long out on the counter, and bugs are starting to get to it. Everything “bugs” it and it begins to slowly deteriorate. No one wants to eat this apple. Once delicious, it is now fairly useless, but can still be composted.

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The second apple is delicious. It has been refrigerated, and lovingly protected. It has been washed and handled carefully. The person who is handling it sees the apple as an extension of the universe and expresses gratitude for it, before taking a nice big bite out of it right to the core. It is fully used up and even the apple is happy to be used!

The first apple is like most people who drive on the highway for long distances or go to work in the morning, or do anything that is perceived to be tedious or difficult. They spend their time eying other drivers or complaining about delays. They may even get into accidents when they become careless or distressed, and swerve the wrong way. Or they may forget to feed themselves or stop for a break, and fall asleep at the wheel. Disaster can strike. This is not a happy scene.

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So instead of starting off on a trek with gloom and doom, with the agony of how long it is going to take, or what is awaiting us on the other side, why don’t we begin our journey like the first apple? Eager to be of service, and delicately and lovingly prepared. With a heart of service, and a feeling of delight to be used. With this kind of care the apple stays in good shape so that it can be eaten at just the right time. And we are always at the right place at the right time, and available for miracles, for happiness, and for joy.

When I am driving I look to the left and the right. I say prayers for everyone, including myself. Let me be of service. And if there is a delay or an issue, or even an accident, I send angels, I surround it with love, including all the people regardless whose mistake it is – even if it is my own!

At the border I got delayed, because of what I do. The man seemed friendly and full of curiosity about me, and so one question led to another until I found myself sitting in a little office off to the side with some other people, wondering what I could say or do differently. Then I remembered something more powerful that cleared the way: God is sending me where I need to be. He has prepared me, taken care of everything, and now I am sitting here resting, and all these people are not in my way – they are here with me. We are all in the same boat. Might as well enjoy it.

Furthermore, the security officer who was making me do all of this was actually caring for me too. As I opened my mind to this possibility, I could hear that very man, who sounded much more authoritative to me in the beginning of my stay there, say to his associate, “All of these people are being helped.” I thought about that: “helped”. He was doing a service too. This softened my heart toward him and I breathed a sigh of relief. He was just doing his job. Before I could pause too long, the man at the counter announced:

“Krista, you are good to go!”

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Me enjoying a road trip in California in 2011

This is what it means to be happy, even when circumstances are not. We can transform ourselves, and even perceive others differently, affecting circumstances that we will never know, beyond our wildest dreams. We never know who or what our kindness and good thoughts will touch – even if unspoken. Even if we look like we are just sitting there resting, minding our own business. We can have thoughts of love.

Love saves the universe, and it saves time too. And it makes us happy, even when circumstances tell us not to be. We can be careful, we can be safe, but most of all, we can be happy.

Amen.

 

P.S. By the end of that day, I arrived at my destination well spent, and marvelled at the beauty of the landscape and the palatial house that awaited me. My host greeted me by the door, helped me upstairs, and fed me a beautiful nighttime meal with fresh greens and soothing tea. We laughed and shared stories, and planned for the next wonderful adventures ahead! 🙂

It’s a Beautiful Day!

Remember that song by U2?  “It ‘s a Beautiful Day…  dont’ let it slip away!”  I heard it this morning,  after  hearing a radio announcer say it’s not only getting colder than ever, but it’s one of the most depressing days of the year (because people go back to work and school after the holidays).  Really?  

What I see is the sun shining strongly, after a night of yes cold, but beautiful flakes of snow and stars… and what is not beautiful and magical about that?

There has never been another January 6, 2014 – ever.  

And there has never been another You.

Don’t get me wrong, I was tempted too. It’s easy to crawl back into bed and say “no, no, no!….” and try to avoid the whole thing, to stay in the dark a little longer before facing the day.  But the moment I did, my job was to spread happiness to every soul in my family (including my dog, who didn’t need it, but I did ;)).  To walk my daughter to school and school her on how her attitude will turn her day around (and it did).  And to return home thinking, what can I do today to make this the brightest, happiest, most grateful day to be alive?

For one, I love talking to you.  It’s true! I love to write, and for those who think this is hard for me, you are gladly mistaken.  I love it!  I do it because it feels good, and because it’s God gift to me, and to you.  So, on this most happy and beautiful of days, what did God bless you with? What did he give you to give?  Is it your smile, your sense of humour? Your talent at work? Your love of home and family? Whatever it is, it is yours, it is beautiful, and it is good. Give!

Thank you for being who you are, for living a life that is beautiful and good, for turning the clouds into the most beautiful sparkling everlasting expression of love the universe has ever seen – rival only to the sparkle in your eyes.

Much love to all and most Beautiful of Days! 🙂

Remember…

    The Miracle Is You

 Amen!

Krista

 

P.S. More Playlist recommendations:  “Beautiful Day – U2”, “Walking on Sunshine – Katrina and the Waves”, and one of my very faves:  “Heart of Gold – Neil Young”. Much love to all! 🙂

 

 

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A Happy Day

A lot of faith is put into a New Year, as if that magical eve will cast the spell for the days ahead – and ironically,it will,if that is what we believe.

But the truth is, no day is more important than any other, and each day that we rise we have a chance at a new beginning, a chance to let the miracles begin! 

This morning I was amazed by a passage in A Course in Miracles, which reminded me of the truth once again.  Each day when I rise, I am asked to remember this:

Today I will make no decisions by myself.  I will not be the  judge of what is right or wrong.  

Today I will ask for a Happy day. Today I will sing my Happy song!

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That happy day may be different for everybody – for me it means a day free of guilt or fear, where I share  my love with those around me freely without any ties to the past.  Where my soul and spirit soar, and I express myself in the easiest and most glorious of ways.  Where I share laughter and hope with my children, and play.  Where I marvel at the miracles of what God has in store.

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If I forget to ask for this most perfect day, and try to control things myself, make lists and fantasize about the future without asking that happiness be my mainstay, I will get lost in a sea of fits and starts.  I will not know what is on my heart.  Or how to get what is on it off of it again!  We really don’t know what is best.  That doesn’t mean someone else does, either!  It means the answer is inside of us if we Ask.  That higher, happier, more hopeful Self that requires nothing of us but to remember Who We Are as our only happy task.

DSC_0231So I begin the New Year, and this particular day with that Banner of Freedom in my ear:  Today will not be like the last.  Today will be a treasure trove of gardens in the snow, laughter and hope, marveling and startling wilderness of snow. Today will not be like the past.   

Today will be forgiven of anything I forgot to let go, or left behind and forgot to love.  What is inside is everything I could ever know, ever love, ever have.  What got left behind was never separate at all. If I can forgive it, so can God. And so we laugh.

 

There is nothing more to do, really, but start with that eternal question and answer on my lips:  

What would make me most happy today?

 

Because the answer to that is what makes everything else Live.

 

Amen.

 The Miracle is You

 

P.S. What makes YOU live?  What brings you happiness and a smile?  Do you think you deserve it today? Even if you don’t, ask for it anyway. Amen.   😉

The Miracle of Letting Go

Krista in Del Mar

I can’t  plan this. Some academics spend eons planning, researching, writing and editing their material. Forgive me my typ-os (typos?), my dangling participles, my fragments. This is the joy of creating, like a delicious soup that gets made from half-made things all thrown together into a stirling mix. Who can plan this? Who wants to?

Have you let go of planning yet?

Preparation is one thing. We all have to buy our tickets to get to where we’re going. But once we’ve prepared and shown up, our job is to let go and experience it.

Here’s what happened to me:  I met a woman in a cafe whom I have admired for a long time. We spoke briefly over the course of a year.  One day I returned to the cafe just brimming with my news, of what I was doing with Evolutionary Women, this circle of women I started in Scarborough, who wanted to connect and transform, together. I was sparkling with joy. The mists had parted, and she noticed this exuberance, this life. She wanted to know Everything, as most women do (which I adore). I told her my story. First, the five-minute version, which wasn’t enough. She was enthralled. Tell me more! I told her how I got to where I am now, what I had to give up – the trying, the “efforting” for a pre-set notion of my future. But it wasn’t working. Everything felt like a no-fly zone.  I was lost in a daydream, a maze with no door. Then I awoke. I joined several groups, sought help. I began talking, searching, writing, creating. I struggled, I fell down. I didn’t know how I was ever going to get there, this nebulous new world. I didn’t know how I was going to start all over.  I had visions, daydreams, images that would come to me, words that would flow through me all the time. I was pretty isolated then. It took time to build a support team. I became relaxed into this new way of being. My life became an editing room. I was being edited down to my finest, most crystalline form. Everything else was tertiary.

Soon, in the span of two years, my daydreams began to form. Something Inside began to show up all around me. I began to transform myself. Show up differently. There were dips and curves, valleys. Breakdowns and breakthroughs. I suffered A LOT. So did my family at times. I knew I had to change the way I was thinking about myself and my life. What I was here for. It wasn’t to glorify myself. I had to go a different way. I had to let go!

Letting go doesn’t mean having nothing, or doing  nothing. It doesn’t even mean loss necessarily, as it is so often associated with grieving.  Sure, I cried my tears in the letting go of “me”, who I thought I was. The pain of sustaining an image of myself that I couldn’t live up to (that wasn’t true). I had kept  my true thoughts well hidden. It took awhile to crawl to the surface and breathe dry air. To trust that I could tell others the truth. That I wasn’t happy the other way. I had to let go.

Letting go is New. It’s You!  It’s Why We’re Here, What We are For, It’s the deliverance you’ve been waiting for! It’s the door!  It’s Thank God I don’t have a plan anymore! Thank God I can just be me! Isn’t it fabulous, just to be me?

And then – people started noticing. People started wanting to join with me, to participate in: to listen, to speak, to share their hearts, their minds, to co-create. To begin! Suddenly I was not alone – I became swept up in a giant swell. There was something much more important at stake – my happiness and theirs, not some arbitrary future life I wanted to create – No. I wanted my Life NOW!

This is what happened when I let go:  My woman friend and I sat and had a real conversation. We lit up the room. The world closed in around us like a giant blanket. Other women listened and enthused. Possibilities and ventures sparked. We started saying Yes, I would love to do that. Let’s talk about it. Now, things are happening, and I have so much to do!

How did it all happen?? I couldn’t have planned or predicted this. I had an idea to join with other women. To  connect. I began to create something small. I thought of doing more, reaching more women. I talked and wrote about it – A LOT. Too much, in fact. But, I didn’t give up. I got positive feedback. I kept putting it out there. There were slumps and insecurities – there still are!  But this idea, this adventure, this feeling to keep going kept coming to me. I kept dreaming and sharing. And soon, when I took that terrifying step of asking someone about renting a space to hold a workshop –  THEN and only then – I heard the giant chorus of YES! chiming back at me.  Other women wanted this too. Then – did I notice: This was a good idea! It wasn’t just some “idea” in my head. Some other scheme to “get ahead.”  It wasn’t just for me anymore, it was also for them. Serendipity took over. People started approaching me for more. This was something brewing deep down in the hearts of all of us – at least the women I’ve met. And even men!

What really surprised me, when I let go and just spoke to this woman from my heart, was that she wanted to work with me one on one.  I had never done this before.  I didn’t know what I would do. How could I? How could I know what she was going to say?  To plan would have been interference.  I had to trust. I felt humbled by her trust in me, in the Presence – because that is what it was. My Presence spoke for me, on her behalf. I saw who she was, felt the tingling sensation of Yes! shouting through her – through the aches and pains of what was. I knew her.  I wanted to join with her and help her as so many had helped me. And, because I allowed that Presence to speak for me, instead of some rigid, academic plan, some psychology degree – I knew what to say and when. I had compassion. At first, it just stumbled out.  But then, as the energy moved me and I SPOKE. it just rang out!  Her eyes lit up and she said, “Wow…this is Amazing.” I felt that too. I was as amazed as she was. I felt totally connected, totally alive, totally gifted by that moment with her presence too. Our awareness grew.

It is amazing what we can do when we don’t have a plan. When we let go. It’s amazing what’s Inside of us when we just let ourselves LIVE and give others permission to do the same.

The same thing happened the other night in a workshop I was giving.  It had become more of a Circle, a quiet space of reflection and sharing. I had written reams of material, I had hundreds of exercises swirling around my head – some we had already tried which were quite invigorating, and I believe helpful. But this time was different. They had already begun without that. This time, it wasn’t “all up to me” as I had felt before, and so many women who carry that sense of responsibility very heavily. The burden of caring too much, planning too hard, frightened of the unknown. Afraid to surrender. To trust that I had enough.  That I was enough.

I sat uncomfortably in my chair at first, knowing “I Have a Plan”. Then I listened to the women open up, their stories naturally spilling out of them, the electricity of their knowing filling the room. Their intelligence, their insight, their banter. Their laughter!  Who could interfere with that? What more could I give that they didn’t already have?

I had to let go. I had already created this space for them to grow. They had already accepted, shown up.  Given themselves. All I had to do was listen and give what came to me in the moment. I offered my thoughts, my passion, which caught fire when I spoke.  I noticed when I tried too hard and stopped.  I listened to myself. I remembered what my purpose was (to give them a space to heal) and spoke from my heart instead. And then they lit up.  Because I was being true. There were still challenges and discussion. Healing moments and successes.  Opportunities for further growth. Things I could do to help in future, but waited. It was not appropriate now. There would be more time. This was only a beginning.

At the beginning of that night, in silent preparation, I had lit 9 tiny candles in the centre of the table. And as I quietly sat by and listened, my friend turned to me and said, “Nine candles. Ah….  Birthing”  She smiled. Beamed, actually. And now as I looked around at their faces, the nine women who came, we resembled the light itself.  It was our quiet sanctuary. I felt I had done something exquisite, without “doing” anything at all. I had given myself permission to just be there, and to let them as well, to have faith that we would do the right thing together. Like women who know how to give birth to something. No doctor can tell us how to do it. Nature just knows.

Women know. They understand each other. We are natural creatures. Our instincts get dampened by too much structure.  We need room to grow. That’s all. Just a room. Just a space. Just a collaborator or two.

Give yourself a little space to let go…

And let the miracle happen to You.

P.S. This is my way of surrendering. I’ve spent years thinking too much. And still do. I use to get rewarded for getting my semi-colons right. Now, all I want is You!  To be happy. To be joyful. To reach people in a new way. To let the Spirit move me! I hope it moves you too.

Amen.

The Path of the Self – The Walk Together

In this dream we seem to walk alone. Our burdens are many. Our challenges infinite. We carry our burdens for what seems like eons until our backs will break, or the very skies will open up and shake.

When will it end – this illusion of separation?

Everyone carries on as if nothing is the same. But the cycles seem to repeat themselves, memories pile up, hurts begin to fester. There seems no end to the game. It frightens us to think of life this way. It challenges our very being.  It calls, it begs for some other way to see, to Live.

In this path we seem to walk alone. We walk blindly pretending to see. We grab onto anything, hoping it will retain us, contain some seed of knowing, promise, belief.  We want to see until it blinds us. We want to rip off the blindfold and know everything. We want to awaken and hold onto, not grab, but hold onto Everything.

There is something that stirs in the air, maybe it is in the forest, maybe the fall breeze, maybe it is lightning, or the birds, or some echoey call from nature. Maybe it is ourselves beckoning us to go on, to find another way.

But HOW do we get there? To this place of rest, relinquishment, peace?  How do we let go of so much that has given us nothing but pain?  Do we come to some violent end, or some agonizing death before the picture turns bright again? Are we simply vanquished?

Life is calling us for sure, not to surrender to suffering and despair, but to save it from our misunderstandings, ignorance and trifling cares that obliterate its Presence everywhere.  When will we notice It and lift up our heads? When will come off our knees and walk together instead?

We are not alone on this walk.  Although we may be blind to the ones standing before us, above us, beside us, below  us, they are everywhere. They are not here to hamper our style, or deliver us from evil. They are here to walk with us, for us, beside us, carrying us for a little while, perhaps. In them we have to place our Trust, though our disappointments be many, and our hostility and indifference sometimes cruel.  They are depending on us, not to take care of them, not to walk for them, but to give them the confidence that we can walk again. They teach us to care, not at the cost of, but so our mutual walk gives us Life, certainty, empathy. Love. That it is worth it.

So, what would we see if we were walking together? If we held each other’s hand? What would the world look like to us, who see a different purpose for creation, a different end?

What would the world look like if you knew you were not alone?  That you had a Friend?  Many. Not solo and lost, but on a guided adventure, a walk on the Wild Side – of Life, Laughter, Security, Clarity?

What would the world look like to you then?

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.

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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…….