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It’s Thanksgiving weekend here in America, when we collectively pause to give thanks for all our blessings, and to officially begin the Christmas season, even though Christmas decorations started appearing in stores at the end of October even before Halloween was over.  I just finished doing some yoga, and realized too late that I hadn’t given my dinner of turkey leftovers enough time to digest.  This is a time to celebrate bounty, which can send us off balance and into excess without much effort.

One of the things I’m very thankful for is the abundance of choices we have for spiritual growth here.  Again, it can feel overwhelming sometimes, like walking into a shopping mall knowing you want to get your best friend something special but feeling frozen at all the colors and textures, the pushing and shoving and sale tags.  It’s easy to lose sight of your heart, of the reason you’re there in the first place.

I want to encourage anyone who is beginning a spiritual journey, or who is perhaps changing directions, to not get discouraged at all the choices.  Take a moment to close your eyes, take a few deep breaths, and invite your highest, most true self (even if you have no idea who that is) to lead you to the perfect choice for today.   And on the other end of the spectrum from feeling frozen, you don’t need to overstuff either – there will be more spiritual nourishment tomorrow.  Give what you’ve learned time to digest; honor it by putting it into practice in your life.  You don’t have to do everything in one day.

So, enjoy the Feast.  Let it nourish and sustain you.  Let it baffle, bless, and delight you.    Happy Thanksgiving.

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Along these lines, here’s a prose poem of mine that I hope you’ll enjoy:

Dear Diary

So, so much to do today; so much to do to prepare.  Woke up to the charm of my Zen alarm.  Eyes focused on the wooden Buddha across from my bed.  Got up to meditate.  But first, some flower essences.  No, first, bowed to the four directions.  Then flower essences.  My electrical system now balanced, headed for my meditation cushion.  Lit Nag Champa incense and a gold candle and visualized the rainbow of my chakras all bright and swirling.  Got up two hours later, stiff and sore, my head pounding for coffee.  Went to fix coffee, but realized I was supposed to practice yoga, so unrolled my purple sticky mat instead and began the salute to the sun.  Then got up and looked out the window.  Thanked the grass deva for being so green, and the sun deva for being so bright, and the spirit-who-moves-through-all-things for creating the devas, and myself for being thankful.  Lifted my hand drum from its shelf, closed my eyes, and drummed to my power animal.  Tossed three deer-bone runes from their leather bag and pulled five tarot cards from my Warrior Priestess deck.  (Note to self:  corroborate with the ephemeris.)  Then needed some quiet time.  Lit more incense and another candle, and then – and then the day was gone.  So here I am, relaxing before bed in a hot, lavender-scented bubble bath, with you in one hand and a feng-shui book about clutter clearing in the other.  So, so much to do.

© Lynda Skeen

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The other day, I was washing up dishes after a breakfast of instant oatmeal, and I thought about how much easier it was to clean up oatmeal when it was still soft.

It’s the same reason we have colonoscopies and mammograms. The same reason we watch what we eat and take out the trash. The same reason we hopefully don’t go to bed angry but rather address the anger with the person first. It’s so much easier to address the flow of things as they flow instead of letting them get backlogged. But we do need to be motivated. We need to see what would happen if we didn’t, for instance, take out the trash, or wash the dishes.

For me, the oatmeal was also an example of ancestral healing. When my mom was growing up, my grandmother would make a big pot of oatmeal in the morning for breakfast, then not wash it until later that night, after it had dried and was a nightmare to clean. My mother passed on to me the lesson of washing up the oatmeal pot before it dried. A very simple example of ancestral healing.

There are, of course, deeper, more complicated kinds of ancestral healing that we all need to address within our families, but it’s always nice to know that we can begin with the simple things, which can actually lead us to more profound issues we hadn’t noticed before.

So, eat your oatmeal, wash your dishes, and see your local shamanic practitioner to help you address the rest.

May your day be filled with many wonderful blessings, insights, and surprises!

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If you want to lose weight, focus on loving yourself, then treating yourself well. What would your body want to feel good?

If you want to end a conflict, focus on loving peace, not hating war, or else you’ll drag the same energy with you into the quiet after the war, setting the stage for more conflict.

Move from the inside out. Fill yourself with a conscious connection to Spirit, and let your actions flow from there. Try things on on the outside like costumes and see how they resonate with your insides, but for the change to be permanent, it’s got to come from inside.

Filling yourself with a “conscious connection to Spirit” isn’t about being passive and Pollyanna-ish. It’s about filling up with the real power – the power of the universe. The power that created the universe in the first place. It’s not something you have to create in yourself, but, rather, uncover. It’s about acknowledging and claiming the love, the light, that is already inside you.

Take a few deep breaths in the morning and throughout the day to fill up with your birthright. To fill up with who you really are. Then let your actions move outward from there.

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