Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Courage To Cry

Sometimes I look at the world and I’m overcome with compassion. I see all the tears and pain everyone hides behind their mask and it brings tears to my eyes.
Tears of joy because there’s so much beauty everywhere I look. So much beauty even in the pain. I watched a girl cry for the man who doesn’t love her anymore. A man cry over a woman who’ll never be his. A mother cry over a child who’s losing his grip. A father cry for his daughter’s broken life. A heart break because it dared to love. And in their tears, is beauty. The courage to cry shows strength of the soul. To be moved to an emotion so great, means the depth of that heart, the compassion of that soul, is so powerful. And therein lies its beauty.
What we sometimes look upon as weakness is really a shout of bravery. The courage of a warrior ready to give up his own life, to win the battle. Because sometimes, life, in our blindness, in our unconsciousness, seems to be a battle. It seems to be harder than is necessary.
How many hearts have sent silent prayers to God, asking, “why me God? Why me? What have I done? I’m not a bad person. I’ve never intentionally hurt anyone. So why is life hurting me so badly? Please help me out God. Please please please just show me the way. Any way, any sign, just a little one, so I can understand that it’s going to be okay. That these tears won’t be forever, that one day, I’ll hold my head up again. One day I’ll smile. So help me God, to accept the things I cannot change, and the power to live through these dark days.”
Give or take a few words, we’ve all said this prayer at some point in our life. And we’ll continue saying it, life after life, generation after generation, thinking, in our times of weakness, there’s no one to reach out to, but God.
Not understanding that these perceived times of weakness are, in fact, times of strength. After making the same mistake over and over again, with different people, different situations, different circumstances, we’ve finally got the awareness to realize something is wrong. When it hurts, when everything feels so bad, it’s your soul telling you it’s time to end this cycle. That before, you were too weak to step out of it. But now… Just look at you now. Look at the show of courage. Look at the bravador. The understanding that’s dawned, that you are ready to change. When all of life’s problems seem to hurl themselves at you one after the other, there’s a message there. The universe is saying something. So you might as well listen. Because the God that you were seeking out there, somewhere in the sky, has come to reside within you. None of those dramas would have the courage to throw themselves at you with such vehemence unless you were in the process of kicking them out of your life. Because you’re ready to heal, because you’re ready to clean out the closet, the past manifests itself in all the strongest ways possible. Because it knows it’s dying away. It’s losing its power over you. And that’s why it fights to stay.
In your darkest hour, during your worst moments, allow the awareness to seep through that none of this would ever be hapenning if you were still the old version of you, the weak version that would succumb to these issues and allow them to control you.
The fact that you’re fighting back, that you don’t want it anymore, is courage. It’s the God that’s living inside of you taking over the reigns, making the issues come tumbling out like a waterfall so that they are released from your space, so that the shackles you thought were binding, slowly start wearing off. It’s courage you display in your darkest hour, not weakness. The tears we shed are to release the pain. Every drop from your eye is one drop less in your heart. And when all the tears have run dry, when you can bid them farewell with a thank-you for teaching you this very important lesson, then you’re ready for your consciousness to talk. The God within has so much to say, so much love to give, that he has to pull out the plug so you can hear him again.
And therein, lies the beauty of the pain you’ve gone through. The man who will never love you, the woman who won’t be yours, the daughter who’s not able to create joy, the son who talks through his own insecurities… they are your teachers. They are the masters and gurus your God within has chosen to help you learn.
So go ahead and cry all you want. Shed every single tear, as often as you feel like, because you’re unburdening yourself. You’re creating a path for awareness to dawn, for God to speak, for your beauty to shine through.
For you are life, and life is you. And for life to exist, you have to exist. For you to exist, there must be learnings and lessons. Lucky lucky you for having the courage to learn those lessons, out on such a public platform that your growth is accelerated. That the God within and without is crying with joy, celebrating your power, your innate beauty, your courage, your strength.
If only during your darkest hour you could learn to switch on the light, you’d see the halo around you, the way people look up to you. For you are doing, what others are too afraid of. You’re living through the change that brings forth an enlightment, a wisdom, an awareness of something so much more, so much greater, than you ever realized before. And deep down, those who haven’t yet awoken their consciousness, still know that there’s more than what they’re seeing, but sometimes they’re too afraid to see what it is.
You, are their teacher. The brave soul with tears of beauty in her eyes, facing a change that’s inevitable, but doing it at your chosen time. Not waiting for it to render you helpless and take over.
Congratulations. I applaud and honour the God within that operates with such delicate beauty. May you continue to inspire forever more.

Monday, July 25, 2011

There you are

People come into your lives in the strangest ways. One minute you’re living your life like normal. Going through the motions. Hour by hour, day by day. Promising yourself that if you just make it to the end of the little road ahead of you, the curve will bring you something so much better. And because you’ve told yourself that, the universe sees to it that the next curve in your life turns out to be a metaphor for all the beauty you knew existed, but hadn’t seen yet.
So, one day, it was just me being me.
And all of a sudden, there’s this boy; a beautiful, kind-hearted, soft soul, who walks right in. Makes himself at home, as though he’d always been there. And I tried, I really did, not to let him all the way in. I made up excuses, reasons, presented what I said was logical analysis… but the universe sees to it that once you’ve made a wish, it gets delivered to your doorstep, wrapped in tinsel, with a sparkle in the eye, grinning from ear to ear, because, finally, despite your buts and ifs and whys, you’ve just been given what you wanted. A person to fall in love with, eyes to want to come home to, arms to sink in to, a body to set yours on fire, from head to toe and heart and soul.
This is my story with Rom, a man who danced his way into my life. Who stood tall as proof that the universe delivers. He’s the one I spoke to the moon about when she eclipsed last month, the one who took a long time coming, but eventually got here anyway. He came crashing into my life just as I was riding the wave of my dreams. He laughs, cuddles, cries, giggles and loves in all the right amounts that match mine. He reinforced my belief in wanting to create something, a feeling, a connection, a smile that doesn’t fade. There’s so much to say about this man that I may as well say nothing at all.
To me, he just is. He’s the wish I made on my lucky star, the one I had all those imaginary conversations with, the one who I believe I’ll grow to love more as the days go by.
And hey, if an atom mirrors space, and the universe reflects what’s within your body, then surely a love discovered in my life, adds to the energy of love in yours too.
Feel hugged.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Bon voyage

And there he goes, spreading his wings, about to fly away. Go in peace my beautiful friend. For life is but the blink of an eye. But eternity lasts forever. For you see, the soul is an energy. It transforms, changes shape and structure and moves from one dimension to the next. 
So the next time you have to say goodbye to one you love, do it with courage, do it with a smile. Transfer your strength to their soul, to their being. For their souls needs your unconditional love and understanding more than their body needs your tears. 
The end of a life doesn't mean the end of the journey. It just means you've graduated before the rest of your class, ready to move on to the next experience, to a new learning. With the knowledge that the essence of your loved ones will greet you in the next stage of your journey, that in fact you were never separated at all, but just taken time out from the fun and games to get some learning here on earth. And before you know it, in the blink of an eye, you're home. Surrounded by love. Soaking in the love. Emitting the love. Being love. 
Bon voyage you beautiful man. Spread your wings and fly home

Thursday, April 7, 2011

The Freedom To Choose

I’ve been so far away from my blog the last six months. It’s almost as though I took a backseat to life. I allowed its events and opportunities to whisk me away. Sometimes I got caught up in its drama, other times I tried to control it. And through it all, I learned a valuable lesson. That life, with all it’s ups and downs, good and bad, positives and negatives, is to be lived.

There will be days when fate takes over the reigns from your hands, and all you can do is try to understand why your soul created that experience for you. What is it that you need to learn from it? And that’s when the magic can begin. Once you know, once you understand, the reigns are back in your perfectly manicured or weather-beaten hands. You then have absolute power. Do you choose to accept what was just handed out to you, and live out every minute of that lesson, just to get to its end? Or do you choose to understand the learning of the event, without going through the physical realities it projects onto you?

Life, my love, is a choice. Every moment of every day, we’re choosing. You’re choosing to read this right now. Five minutes ago, you chose something totally different. Tomorrow you’ll chose anew again. You choose what time you want to set your alarm for; you choose whether or not you feel like stretching your arms; you choose when you want to meet someone you love; you choose to go in to work each day; you choose to breathe; you choose to love; you choose to live. And all these choices are so very easy and so seemingly unobvious, that we often forget that every single thing we’ve ever done in our lives has been a choice we’ve made to do those things. We’ve always had the power to choose. We always will. Even those who give up, have chosen to give up. Those who succeed have chosen that path. Those who laugh, have chosen to laugh at that moment, instead of cry. We make choices all the time, about things we don’t even realise the importance of. And those choices are so easy to make, so second nature to us, that we forget that life would have beenn so different had we chosen otherwise; had we opened a door instead of closing it, had we decided to sleep in, instead of wake up, had we decided to say yes instead of no.
And just as these everyday choices are so easy to make, why not the other choices we run away from? A choice is still a choice. The subject of the choice is irrelevant, because the concept of choosing is what you’re dealing with. So if it’s that easy to choose between wearing black or white, reading or sleeping, broccoli or bean sprouts, then why isn’t it just as easy to choose between staying or leaving, loving or hurting, feeling joy or sorrow…
And think of the power you would regain because YOU, and YOU alone, made every single one of those choices. Consciously. Not unknowingly, not because there was no other option (because there always is. Not because it just felt like the right thing. But because beautiful, amazing, wonderful, gorgeous, amazing YOU, chose to do so.

Now revel in the power of the choices you made that brought you to this point, that gave you your power back, that are making you smile right now.
Lucky lucky you. If you had any idea that the angels rejoice and cheer every time you choose for yourself, you’d be a conscious choice-making machine. As if you aren’t already!
Just remember no choice you ever make will be the wrong one. It will always be one that leads you to where you need to be at this moment in time and space.