Sanctuary.

Sanctuary

Where is our sanctuary?  Where is that space we all need to both find strength and peace?  With all the teachers, the methods, the gifted, the people from other dimensions, ascended masters, time travellers, aliens, television and book stars, reincarnated, psychics, shared secrets, special diets, sacred forgotten practices, dreams, special drugs from the rainforest . . . why are we still so lost?  Do you know where your sanctuary is?


“Sanctuary” and “Asylum” have become exchangeable words in our ever maddening stampede to dumb down the entire English language. The difference between the two is one of those slight shadings that manages to take a word and deepens and enriches its meaning.  “Asylum” is what we seek when we are running from something. It is a place where the protection from that something can be much broader than a finite space and has varying degrees of power – often put in place by power.  We are “granted asylum.” “Sanctuary” is more something we seek out when we are looking for something. It was originally intended to mean a religious place but the element of “safety” was eventually added to it and some of its meaning was lost and certainly confused. “Sanctuary” as a spiritual place where we might feel safe suggests that we should seek a religious place that has been created for such a purpose, or a place in nature where we can feel that spirit. It might even be provided by a special shrine or place we create within our home where we go to practice our spiritual endeavours. It refers to a specific contained space that creates a state of being.

Much of what has been presented to us as spiritual or religious has moved the whole journey from being an inner one to being one that engages and involves the outside world. We surrender our self. It has been perhaps, one of the most effective attacks on us as spiritual beings because it has put other people and things in control of our own connection. Continue reading

I am His Hands. He is My Eyes.

Some people see limits where other people see possibilities.  Some people say, “I can’t” when others always “can.”  Some people give up and others never quit trying.

Somewhere in the pain of life we find our path.  We fight against our circumstances which are always more than we ever knew.  We curse God.  We hurt the people we love the most.  We run until we realize we can never outrun ourselves and there is nothing to do but to sit with those circumstances and learn the lessons.

How lonely we all are in our own lives, swinging away at our demons and fighting off the monsters that stalk us through the night.  How much easier life would be if we could only stop working so hard at keeping up our image that all of life’s lessons seem to assert as the only thing worth fighting for.  We have to be strong.  We have to be successful.  We have to be perfect… even when all we want to do is cry. Continue reading

I Struggle to Speak My Heart

In the light of all that is happening in the world, I find myself sitting alone.  Off in the distance, I can hear the arguing.  I am shocked at the raw emotions of people stripped back of all social pretence.  We are an incredibly ugly, unkind people when we are wounded and backed into a corner.

I think I expected more.  I expected better.

I am trying to hold on to my belief that this too has meaning that will find its way to a better place and it is just my smallness that cannot see.  Forgive me for that.

Instead,  I offer a few findings that speak to my heart, and perhaps will do the same for yours. Continue reading

No-one Puts Baby In The Corner

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We all have our own stories to tell of our childhood, some more damaging than others.  I am still struggling to put together the words that can move the darkness of my childhood into the light, where I can finally and ultimately let it go and set myself free.

Sometimes it is difficult to do that, especially when so much effort was made to keep it all hidden.

But sometimes, it is easy to get stuck on the pain and to allow our anger or our sense of victimhood to wrap around us as if it were our very skin.  We get lost.  We forget who we are, and without the very people who were supposed to love, nurture and protect us, there is no-one to hold on to the memory of who we once were.  Parents are meant to do that.  They are meant to know and understand who we are and to hold that for us while we travel physically and emotionally through life, struggling to find ourselves.  They are meant to be the touchstone of our lives that pull us back to the mirror where they say, “See, you are beautiful.  You are capable.  You are Loved.”

Somewhere in the forest of pain and sorrow that littered my growing up, I grew 8 ft tall and I stepped up to parent myself.  I am not saying that I did everything perfectly.  I doubt I did much of anything perfectly, but I did survive.  Continue reading

Survival

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None of us have The Answer.  Sometimes I think all we can do is take a page out of Alcoholics Anonymous.  We take responsibility for our part in creating this world and the mess it is in.  We realize that we cannot focus on the totality of the problem for a million reasons.  But what we do focus on is ourselves, and this moment and today.

What if TODAY we did not commit any unkind acts?  What if TODAY we did one good thing?   What if TODAY we took the time to tell our loved ones that they matter?  What if TODAY we made time for what matters and let the superficial deal with itself for just a little bit?

You eat an elephant one bite at a time.  Addicts do one day at a time.  We can break it down to even one act a day, and slowly, maybe in between the time we brush our teeth and the time we go to bed . . . the world will begin to heal.  People will let go of their hate.  Our hearts will be filled with what matters and we will let go of the cheap substitutes of money and things that never seem to last or fill that huge hole in all of us.  We all, just want to be loved and needed.  We all just want to love and to help.  No-one has to have The Answer.  We don’t even have to answer anything.  We just have to be willing to begin.  Reach out.  Do what you can.  Find someone to love.  Begin.  We can heal the broken, wounded lives that exist all around us, one act at a time.

Kindness matters

2015

 

I always love a new notebook.  You open the first page and make the first mark and every possibility exists because this is your book and it is new and you will determine what you write.  In school I would imagine the final page and looking back on a book filled with my efforts, perfect writing, perfect work, worthy of the highest marks.  At the actual end I would have a book filled with my efforts, my writing – sometimes slow and precise and beautifully formed, sometimes hurried and messy. but always with errors and mistakes.  I was not a perfect human being.    Still, I loved my books because they represented the journey I had made through a subject or a period of time.  Some of those books I still have and they are treasures to me.  I run my fingers over the words and wonder about the person I was then and who I am now. Continue reading

TFFT: When Life Sucks

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It is so much easier to let people come and go out of our lives, teaching us the lessons they were intended to teach, learning more about ourselves when we stop looking at them as some kind of possessions we are meant to accumulate during our lives.  People are energy, just like anything else in life. They are meant to flow to us, through us, and back into the world.  We are not meant to hold on to them any more than we are meant to hold on to things or emotions or anything in this world.  When we stop the idea that we own people, whether it be your spouse, your children or friends, life becomes much easier.

You cannot hold the wind. You can only experience it. Continue reading

Do You Have A Line In Your Sand?

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I am not an American. I am a Canadian living in Australia but I do understand that the guns in America and the push back by the American people is not as much about the guns as it is a symbol of their freedoms. I know many people in the rest of the world do not understand but I think sometimes we jump into the idea that all those who speak English are pretty much the same. You have to understand the American culture is different than even Canada. You have to be willing to see this from their eyes and accept it is not the same as it is in your country (wherever that is). This is their line in the sand. Do I wish they had rallied behind something else in the constitution like maybe equality? Yes. But they are rallying. It is their fight and I sense that for many, although there are those who are everyone’s worst nightmare about gun crazy hoodlums, they are more committed to the principle of keeping their dad’s old gun in the dusty cupboard in the basement than they are for the actual need for usage. Continue reading

TFFT Always the Optimist.

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If you knew my life story, you would probably ask me how I manage to get out of bed each day.  I am not sure you would even believe my story, but “the story,” is NOT the story.  Those are things that happened to me.

The story is that everything that happened only served to break me open and make me so appreciate of love.  It allowed me to see beauty where others do not, to see hope where others may not look.  I am grateful for my life.  I really am, even when I sometimes have to administer first aid to my scabs that life can sometimes pick at. Continue reading

Intention May Be One of The Most Powerful Forces in the Universe.

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Intention is perhaps more important that people have ever realized.

Intention is about the thought process that goes into, or is absent from, any action that we carry out.

Intention defines us.  It is our character revealed in our actions.  It impacts our health and our emotions.  It impacts our DNA.  We create the world around us with our intentions. Continue reading