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Imagine a world that works for all. My guess is that is not what’s happening right now for most people.
Read MoreSo don’t throw it away.
Use it today.
Be empowered.
Be the beautiful change you want to see in the world.
Read More"Creativity doesn't wait for that perfect moment. It fashions its own perfect moments out of ordinary ones." -- Bruce Garrabrandt
These are challenging times. I don’t need to tell you that! Honestly.
Here is a little gift! Print this out. Put them someplace you can see. Try for three a day. 1 to 15 minute of time. Lean towards what brings you joy or peace or energy.
Read MoreOne of the books I carry with me in my heart-and is dogeared and inked up is, A Hidden Wholeness, by Parker Palmer. The below lines struck a chord in me this morning as I leafed through--- allowing the words to draw me in, and begin to pen this.
Read MoreHow do you behold the world?
That is a life changing question to be asking ourselves right now.
Am I seeing through fear? Or Love?
Through resentment? Judgment?
Read MoreYou are already enough.
A tall drink of water,
An aspen tree that is budding in Spring,
The way you move that body when you dance,
Laugh,
And your realness with tears and grief.
Read MoreMind your thoughts.
What goes in. What comes out.
What floats through. And circulates again and again.
Pay attention.
Like how you would keep an eye on a 2 year old playing on the shores of a lake.
There is a lot UP in the world right now. The Great Turning or The Great Unraveling.
I prefer to point my heart, my head, and my actions towards it being a Turning. I function better that way!
And in the last few months I have been unraveling, a bit, in my own life. The loss of my beloved 94 year old mother has brought a few things to the surface for me to reweave.
To Turn towards.
On top of that loss. We have the coronavirus, and elections, and too warm February’s, and trees being marked to kill, and the small daily pile ups.
I have been practicing for decades, to welcome what comes. To be with my feelings, and thoughts, and sensations, with kindness. To be hospitable and attentive, especially with discomfort.
So unsettledness...
Which has not been my middle name, has arrived with a flourish.
A throbbing in the center of my chest.
A clutch in my stomach.
A jumpiness.
Tears well, and spill.
Many sleepless nights.
And fear draws closer to the surface.
Rises up in the inky black middle of the night.
Slinks in as the day ends
When my resilience has waned.
So I ask myself.
A lot.
These days.
Who's driving the bus?
Because welcoming and letting something drive are two very different things.
I know that fear is not a good driver.
Nor unsettledness.
Nor worry.
Asking myself; Who’s driving the bus?, has become a beautiful practice.
When I notice unsettledness, or fear, or worry running the show. I pause. I remind myself. Everything is welcome. But not everything can drive.
I take a moment or two to imagine the bus. It’s a school bus. Not the biggest one. Large enough.
And I see my wisest self in the driver's seat.
She is wearing her favorite sassy red cotton dress, and her tall brown boots that tie up the front of her calves.
She is smiling.
Her smile is chameleon like.
Sometimes it’s serene.
Sometimes fierce and compassionate.
And other times filled with laughter.
She feels relaxed, alert, and attentive.
She is wearing a pin that says, Creating A World that Works for All, that she got from Shariff Abdullah.
She is the most skilled and compassionate driver.
She’s got this.
She swivels her neck to see who is riding with her. One passenger so jumpy she is all but falling out of her seat, another curled in a ball, head down. Other’s chatting. Or distracted.
She acknowledges them all, silently, kindly, and turns back to face the road.
She’s got this.
The next time you notice your bus running amok, check and see who is driving?
If it’s not the part of you that is best suited, simply offer them a seat on the bus. You don’t have to kick them off.
Then pause. Imagine, feel, and sense into that wisest part of you. Have them sit in the drivers seat! Take a breath. Feel your feet. Present. Eyes forward.
And watch what happens.
It works every time I remember to do it. A little magic.
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Want to read a short article I wrote a few years ago on listening, attention and Devotion?
Let me know how it goes.
You've got this.
Hugs,
Carol
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It’s been tugging at my heart and gnawing at my bones the last six months or so.
It’s been waking me up in the morning. The quiet two hours I take each predawn just isn’t enough. There is more needed.
It’s in the air I breath as I switch off the decorative bedside lamp and lay my head gently down, on my pillow, and sink into the quiet sounds of my home before I descend into asle
Read MoreIt’s unstirring, steadfastness in the midst of the cacophony of noise and flight surrounding it.
A moment of reverence.
Gratitude.
Majesty. RECEIVED.
Read MoreAttention.
Full presence.
Is my favorite thing to give.
I was born a human being.
The human doing wasn’t going at the frantic pace
it is today. (as a white middle class girl that is)
It’s early morning
the light of day hasn’t yet reached this neck of the woods
It appears still night.
Read MoreThis past Saturday morning I gave a talk about stress at a gynecological cancer event. The theme What are the invisible, unacknowledged, unpaid stresses that women often hold?
Read More“Feeling, imagining, sensing and thinking:, together these four modalities make up what psychologist Eligio Stephen Gallegos calls the “four windows of knowing,” the four human faculties through which we learn about self and world”- Excerpt from Nature and the Human Soul by Bill Plotkin.
Read MoreA couple days before I sat in circle with a group of Mama’s discussing the chapter on “the explorer” in Bill Plotkins book Nature and the Human Soul. That chapter is all about how to help children in that stage of life fully immerse themselves in wonder and imagination.
Read MoreI love the way the universe works. This morning as I sat with my steaming coffee, sipping it— as the light rises above my neighbors home. I picked up Gregory Orr’s book River Inside the River to this poem. This speaks to me——
Read MoreI haven’t figured out how to know happiness without having an innate and real sense of sadness. And I often feel both at the same time.
Read MoreI highly recommend it! If you are a Mom. If you are a social justice minded person. If you want to understand more about our culture. If you aren’t a black mother and want to step into their shoes and imagine what they live with.
Read MoreSoul isn’t your role, isn’t your identity, it’s not your ego, or your beating heart, it's not your grey matter, or your microbe wise gut.
Read MoreCarol Delmonico Coaching & Consulting LLC | Reawaken / Cultivate / Engage | email Carol