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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.   😉

Trusting in the Universe

 This year’s ending becomes a letting go, as a new beginning, both ancient and never seen before, turns from experience to expression with God’s grace in tow.  God bless All and Happy New Year!

 

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The language of the universe speaks to me in short-hand,

Miracles flashing like mirrors in retrospect,

Springing up eternal –

Old friends become new again, and

New friends ancient and untold

Unwrap their secrets like fine candy wrapped in gold.

 

Seeds were planted along the way unbeknownst

And old bristling plants resilient to weather and storm

Broke and departed giving up the ghost

The earth seems hush in winter snow

Ice storm palaces in the trees unite

Sending their trickling dance of delight

Sparkling rich with stories of warm nights

And cold ones causing neighbours to reunite.

 

Lessons once planned in diligence are cancelled

As eternal students dance like spring in the streets 

Only to meet new ones hiding in their beds at night

Stealing away their sleep

Passages seem warmer as if we have travelled this way before

Ancient palaces and imposing doors 

Protected by trembling keyholes hiding angel’s wings

Ancient roads and delirious streams

Turn from well worn paths to golden streets.

 

Arrogant plans laugh and dissipate like dreams

As devastation turns with outstretched arms to relief

What once was held sacred and absolute

Twists and turns like a rubber band

Around a child’s fingers

Instantly abandoned for more gainly pursuits.

 

At some point we turn and ask ourselves

What’s the use?

Planning and devising as if we knew God’s plan entire

Casting our eyes on easy nets

While ancient bands conspire

All in darkness

Or so it seems

As the void becomes well lit

With tiny blazing stars at night

And glorious dawns and sunsets.

 

Music enters my weary mind

And dances with me for a time

Resting in a universe of stars

Entering into the palace of who we are

Can I ever give up the task

Of trying to outwit the devil and God at last?

Will I ever begin to see

That the palace of the universe of stars is in me?

 

Trusting in the universe  

As ancient keys pass to the child in me

Rediscovering the magic of eternal grace

Fortune’s tune smiling on an ancient face

Troubled times fall like weeds beneath my feet

As an open heart abandons itself to golden streets

Red purple violet yellow green

All the colours dance inside of me

Red purple oceans of Serene

Colours as yet unnamed and unseen.

 

Knowledge like an ancient crown returns

As Wisdom dances empty-handed,

Holding the keys to the Universe.

 

 

I wish you all a very Happy New year as you find your keys of gold! 

 Amen.

 

 The Miracle is You

P.S. What did you let go of in 2013? And what if you could imagine would your golden keys open to in 2014?  Write to me below or in private here.  Thank you. And Love.

 

Prayer of the Mystic

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River Promise

 

Forgive yourself

For you are the river that takes the  bitter route

And finds the ocean swell around you like shoulders

Broadening and holding the most precious child.

 

Oh river, take me slowly at first

So that I do not get lost in tears of my own abiding

Show me how to wave my arms around rocks and groves

Silver and gold my underlings

Patterns softening and shaping the water

As old batteries are brushed aside

Promises of new year tides

 

Take me to the one promise I never told

Perfect and flowing 

Ever going

Into the mystic of God’s perfect Arms

Enfold.

 

 

The Miracle is You

 

On Golden Ground

Last week I landed on one of the most universal, timely teachings imaginable – And it came just in the nick of time!  It is so simple it is almost heart-breaking.  Who doesn’t need this? It is truly the essence of what miracles mean to me. And quite possibly, what miracles mean to you.

Do you want to know what it is?

But first, an example, or two!

 

Have you ever been in any of these situations or felt any of these impulses?

Conflict between man and woman

  • Fighting with spouse or partner  
  • Not understanding your children’s behavior/perspective
  • Angry about the mess or corruption of politics, politicians or partisan groups 
  • Feeling cheated by another financially or emotionally
  • Identifying with a particular group at the exclusion of another (superiority/inferiority)
  • Feeling misunderstood, criticized, or demoralized by another
  • Wanting revenge, gossiping or celebrating the misfortune of another (even if it’s reversal of fortune/karma, not by your own hand)
  • Noticing conflict in your world and wondering why people can’t just get along?!  war
  • Feeling naive or foolish like love and compassion don’t really work in this world, so why bother?  

I’ve noticed some of these feelings in myself, and am starting to notice it more and more in the world around me.  Whether it’s first hand experience or a distant noticing, it doesn’t really matter, because we are all experiencing some degree of conflict or misunderstanding if we are honest.

So why is that?

How deep do you want to go?  Is it about us or them?  Where did all these hateful and fearful behaviors come from?  Surely it is not in me, it must be out there, right?

If you’ve studied spirituality long enough, one of the hardest lessons is you never get to blame anybody else.  No one else is the root of all evil.  No one else is entirely without good qualities.  It is so easy to judge and blame, especially if we are sitting on our living room couch watching the news.  It’s distant enough, so who cares if we throw a few expletives around?  Whose going to notice or hear?  

The truth is when we attack someone (even with our thoughts!) we are hurting ourselves.  

We are all energy and intent – and like it or not, we are all connected.  

Our thoughts matter.  Our thoughts about ourselves first and foremost, and our thoughts about the world and others.  

They carry a frequency and vibration that is palpable, and affect others and the world around us.

Yes, collectively, WE did this. Collectively we all have a part to play in the drama of life.

So, what part do you want to play?… 

Wait! – Does that mean if I suffer a real blow that isn’t my fault , that it is my fault?  Not really. It’s  not about blame, either way.  Just because it’s not out there, doesn’t mean you get to beat yourself up on the inside, either.  We’re all creators, and we have choices.  We can change our own way, not another’s.

The hardest part is realizing that no one is to blame.  That we are all insane at times, to some degree, and do things that we are not proud of. If we can own our  humanness, and not attack one another when we are down, we will have less distance to climb. In other words, your foe can become your greatest ally. 🙂

So, here it is, if you haven’t guessed already…

The sages of all the ages, the core truth behind all “truths”, regardless of faith, religion or creed – the one thing that binds all of  us together, and makes us accountable to every living thing, and every human being.  That’s right, every single one, without exception.  Yikes!

 

THE GOLDEN RULE

“Do unto others as you would have done unto you”  (Christianity)

“What is hateful to you, do not do to your neighbour,” (Judaism)

“Not one of you truly believes until you wish for others what you wish for yourself.” (Islam)

“Do not do to others what would cause pain if done to you” (Hinduism)

“Treat not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful.” (Buddhism)

“Be as an angel unto others and they will be as an angel unto you.”  (Krista Moore)

 

I give credit to the Scarboro Missions for their Golden Rule initiative which publishes a beautiful poster of at least 13 religions/non-religions (and counting) which say the exact same thing.  This work is being carried around the world, to the United Nations, in schools, in workplaces and even nursing homes. Who doesn’t need to be understood?

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So, how can we do this when it is so hard to forgive? When someone else’s behavior is entirely unacceptable?  

Here are some ideas to give YOU peace of mind and find the GOLD in any situation:  

1. Ask yourself, “Where am I in this?”  Did I have any part in this drama?   

2. “Why am I taking this so personally?”  Maybe there is something deeper in me that needs to be addressed or expressed.

3.  Be honest about your own feelings and judgments without enacting blame on the other.

4. Try to put yourself in the other person’s shoes for a moment and imagine what it is like to be them. Be curious. Ask more questions.

5.  Forgive the person, if not the action.  Take appropriate action when needed and set boundaries if required.

6.  Treat others as you wish to be treated.  Do not speak ill of them or yourself.  Wish for a positive outcome for all concerned.

7.  Be open to the good in any situation or person. Be open to miracles.

8.  Let it go and rest.

This is not as easy as it sounds!   Of course, sometimes I find myself taking things extremely personally. Then I have to ask myself if it’s about me or them?  After saner reflection, I often find it is my own fear of judgement that has gotten in the way, and I learn to forgive myself and them for helping  me see the difference.  After I find my way back to sane land, I am often grateful for the encounter and see the miracle it provided.

 peaceShorter Version – Ho’oponoono (Polynesian):

Silently or out loud (in private or with others), say repeatedly toward this person or group…   

“I’m sorry, please forgive  me, I love you, Thank You.”  

“I’m sorry, please forgive  me, I love you, Thank You.”  

“I’m sorry, please forgive  me, I love you, Thank You.”   

This is a beautiful prayer.  I have heard of people in prison being healed from this, and lives miraculously turned around. Do not underestimate the miracle of forgiveness.  

Who doesn’t need forgiveness?

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Good luck with this!  Let me know what happens when you apply any of these ideas.  

May your week be Golden and may you alight on angel’s wings!

Amen!

Krista 

 

The Miracle is You

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MIRACLE 2: “Miracle Song”

Today’s post began with 3 questions:

“What is a miracle?”

“When is a miracle?”

“Why is a miracle?”

Let’s see what comes by letting miracles in.

You can’t plan a miracle.  As much as I may try to plan for one, pray for one, expect one, the miracle has something else in mind.

Our asking and receiving are different.  I have never ventured far from the mind to receive a miracle. The miracle is inside me. If anything, something comes through me, changes me, from the inside out, and moves through other people too, like a gust of wind welcome that clears away dead fall leaves, or that blows the water about, stirring the bottom and causing the fish to scatter and cocoon.

Sometimes the miracle falls on you like rain, or a mist from above, causing a thickness to swell, unseen, covering your eyes which long to see, and releases your inner vision, awareness, self-esteem.

Sometimes the miracle surprises you like a cat that jumps out of the bushes, or a steam train whistle like distant memory, recalling you to you happier times, when you were the miracle, too.  Tears may fall, loss may be felt first.

Sometimes you have to get down on your knees to hear it, feel it.  There is something truly cathartic and miraculous about ‘spilling your beans’.  Like Jack & the Beanstalk, your adventure grows from those magic beans.  Telling the truth, wishing for lies, wishing for the story to turn, for something to rescue you.

Sometimes the monster is inside you, too. A giant WHY comes crashing down like thunder, a surprise.  An unexpected guest in Rumi’s house.

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But then – out of the closet you come, running down the miracle bean stalk, or catching that run-away train, or flying backward on the street only to see it’s a tiny kitten asking for milk and a gentle pet from you.

The miracle is inside you, the question and the answer combined. It is reckless abandon, throw off the covers, run ten miles in the rain. It is also cottage country thunder and loon song comforting you.

Cast your miracle into the water. See what comes and tugs at your heart line.  What miracle breaks through the open sky – what washes through, causing laughter, tears or surprise.

Sometimes the miracle Is You. You answer the call of others.  You become the miracle-worker, working on a team of light. The night falls and the stars in heaven shine.  Fall down all around the shoulders of the mundane and the sublime.

Whatever the miracle is, you shudder. You realize. YOU come Alive.

Another adventure. Another call. On a long train of wonder, on a path of never-put-asunder.

We are all connected, picture perfect. Right on time.

I don’t know where the miracle begins or ends, but the miracles have begun.

 

 

What is your crackling like rain miracle today? Can you find it? Let it come. Let it surprise you. Be open to the miracles lying all around you. Open your inner eye, your inner ear. Hear the miracle inside of you. Write your miracles below!

 The Miracle Is You

 

4. Resting in the Universe

 

Yesterday, as I lay on my chaise lounge outside under the grand maple tree, the only word that came to me was

“Mmmmm….”

I did not feel it through my body, as a yogi does, but I felt it through my mind, through my pores, through the trees. I felt nothing but the breeze, and my own breath on my hand.

There  is a silence so deep, that even while the torrent speaks, the breath is silently gumming the words peace. There is no word there. There is just the delicious smell of existence. Of water. Of poetry. Of united. Basking in the glow. There is no tomorrow. Nothing to shed. Nowhere to go.

Sheltered in the trees, in the breeze, I wondered if my life were too easy. Why am I not in a war-torn country? Why am I not speaking to millions on TV? Why am I just laying here soaking up the rays and quietly counting the days, the words I sing to you…

Because I have to. Nothing else matters right  now. Nothing else sings to me but my own song of patience and self-sacrifice. When I say sacrifice I mean it in the most spiritual sense. Nothing real is forsaken. Nothing is lost. Only the ego, which I cling to still, for solidarity, speaks to me and asks to “check-in.”

There is a softness now that never was before.  The sharp edges of existence, the need to have, to want, to make happen, have disappeared. When they revisit me, they are on a mission –  not from my ego – but from God.  Never have I felt so naked as now, bearing my soul to you. Telling the truth, even as I know it, discover it, express it, find it. It is You. I am bonded to the word: I Am.  Someone said that to me today, M-, and I laughed. I discovered her smile and her laugh, her faith in me. I understood. There is imminent silence in our shaking of hands, in the colours and light, the attitude.  A softness, a gathering, a united feeling. A warming of hands, a sparkling of eyes.

It is as if the softness and colours of the trees visit me, even as I sit in another place, on a porch swing, in a sanctuary space, in a crowd of onlookers, or when I am asked to speak. A Presence follows me, a calm and natural feeling. I am safe. There is no hesitance in my speech. I am safe. There is no precedent for it. Nothing to profit by. I am just being myself.

Mmmmm……

That is all I feel now.  A soft inner understanding, a great patience and rest. The rest is safe. It can wait. For me, for Him, for whatever moves through me. It will come. “I” no longer matter. My ego pretends it matters a great deal. But I know differently. No clocks tick my impatience awake. Even as I sit tonight, late, I am soft, I am loose, my belly curved. My eyes soft on the “page”. It is night. It is day. Whatever time it is, I am safe. I am at play.

I hardly know what to dedicate this to anymore. There is a harmony, a blending; I am surrounded by people, new voices, questions, supplications, invitations. I hardly know what to say. Except –

Mmmmmmm…… and just breathe it all in.

Yes, it is good. I may protest a bit, but not enough to stop this wind from blowing and dashing my protest to bits, leaving me dangling by the leaf on my  hand.

It’s enough.

It is night. And the soft stars are staring their surprise back at me. The force of all is knowing, spinning, vertical. Lifting us up beyond the trees. The knowing stars are shining, and You, You are too. However you wait, however long. Whatever you do. You are knowing too.

Amen.

“Miracles of Life & Death” New Series

I’ll admit: “life sucks.” Sometimes. We can pretend that it doesn’t bother us, work around certain bothersome situations. But there are moments, times, days, even years for some, where it doesn’t seem to get better. That is not how I feel right now. But I’ve been there. I have faced down death in its myriad forms and come back to Life.

This theme was suggested to me after a visit to my grandmother in the hospital last weekend. Some of you know I have been visiting and writing about her a lot lately (see Let Sleeping Lions Lie & Keeper of the Flame).  She is 93. That is no big feat, she’ll tell you  – I’ve had great grandmothers and grandfathers who have lived two or three months shy of 99.  My grandmother believes there is a time appointed for our birth and a time appointed for our death*, and no one can escape this.

*“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.”  Ecc. 3:1-4

She would also grin and nod to Bettie Davis:

“Getting old ain’t for sissies.”  

Why am I writing about life and death? Because I want to see what I think. That’s write. I learn by hand. For me, writing is an education. It’s not all sunshine and lollipops. I am here to right the truth, not make everybody comfortable.

I also believe this subject touches us all. It’s what lies at the heart of all our thoughts and actions.  We may not know it, but the fear of death drives our behavior and deepest desires.

Learning how to handle it, see it differently, is the true liberator.

I put “Life” before death in the title of this new series because that is the purpose of my blog. Mentioning death does not make me an advocate. Fearing it is what brought me to this new understanding.  Overcoming it is what compelled me to share my story.

Miracles deny death. They evolve us and grow us beyond “the counting game.”

Miracles are the ultimate turn-around.

P.S. I realized later that I reversed the words “right” and “write” twice in the above post. I decided to leave it. Maybe it has some meaning that will come. In the meantime, “Life is Good”. 😉