{Warning: this is a sprawling, rambling blog…the kind that happens when you have had little sleep for 2 weeks because of the outrageous divine energy that is running through your life…the kind that happens when you haven’t been blogging for day…so, I kind of sort of apologize, but not really…”you have been warned!”}
I keep hearing the lyrics to Diana Ross’s song Upside Down playing through my mind. Everything in my life is turning, turning upside down, inside out. What was, isn’t…what wasn’t, is. This is one of the greatest turnings of my life. I am turning inward, outward, upward.
There is no turning back. I am turning into love.
Last night John (that’s John sitting in my yellow chair, wearing the grapes on his head!) and I shared an Indian meal at Vindalhoin the SE Clinton District after dancing the chaos of bliss or the bliss of chaos or some interesting juxtaposition of chaos and bliss at Wednesday night ecstatic dance. Before yesterday I could count the number of sentences John and I had exchanged on one hand. John owns the Old Stone Church in Bend — the church that I have been speaking at for several years now. Our hearts collided last Sunday. He came up at the end of my talk…and all I can remember is seeing this open, open heart pouring out love…it was if love was oozing from his pores.
This is what happens when we dare to tell ourselves the truth…when we dare allow the Truth to shatter the sweet and comfortable life we have built that has now become our prison…when we allow our hearts to be blown open…shattered in love, as love, for love. This is what happens when we stop playing at life and decide to live it fully. This is what happens when love comes to town…everything, absolutely everything that keeps us from love arrives with an urgent request to be donated to the fire, to be burned to ash so that Love’s Phoenix can rise.
John is one of the rare souls on this planet who has surrendered to the ecstasy and the agony of Love. He is burning in the fire…experiencing the sweet agony of love expanding and blowing out the casings of his beautiful, bold and brilliant heart. And in his presence, and in that divine alchemy that he is swimming in…I too was expanded, my mind blown from being stretched to carry seemingly opposing points…the beauty of the paradox, the mysteries of love.
We had a 24 hour conversation…I might even say metafusion, mindsoulheart communion…that catapulted me back out into an alchemical orbit. These days it seems that I am colliding with other souls at an increasingly high speed and when we collide there is fusion and in that fusion life whips me around, turns me upside down, shakes me loose, rips me open and everything changes, absolutely everything changes. I am being catapulted from reality to reality. Through the eye of the needle into experiencing more and more of the Kingdom of Heaven. If I didn’t know better I’d think that someone was spiking my Kombucha…the electric kool-aid acid trip. This experience of the collision of souls, this exchange of Presence reminds me of Jung’s quote, “The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.”
Yeah baby, that is what is happening….a quantum chemical reaction between Lovers…and I do mean the Big L…Lovers.
I think this is what the new era is all about…showing up, naked, open…embodying the Presence, exchanging essence, experiencing radical transformations where two or more are gathered in the Name. That name is Love. Big Love. Big Fucking Love. And it will blow your mind and it will shatter all the illusions of who you are and what you are supposed to be, and how you are supposed to act, and who you are supposed to love, and how to love, and where to go and what you exist for. It will strip you of that carefully composed…artificially made identity and leave your writhing naked in the ecstasy that descends when you burn, when you burn, when you finally surrender…then you burn. Every fucking thing you have held onto to keep yourself safe, secure, protected, will be shredded. Everything will be called into the fire. Every lie you have lived, every lie you have told will show its face and be dissolved in the presence of truth.
I have been one of those people…masked, shrouded, high-security system, walls, barriers…you might even say I have had a receiving deficit. That has all changed now…I am a receiving mecca…ready to receive all the Good, all the Love that God and her sweet Universe have to offer. I am ready be in a perfect dance of giving and receiving Love, where the giver and the receiver meld into one sacred spiral of blessing.
John is teaching me about telling the truth. He said today, “we think others can’t handle our truth…but they can.” We can live in truth, we can thrive in truth…we are wired for truth…anything else weakens our life force, destroys the precious love force that wants to course through us…have its way with us. How can anyone love us…how can we love ourselves, if we constantly tuck away the most delectable and the most detestable parts that make us the precious ruby gem that we are?
Love will have its way…that is for certain, some day…sooner or later…love is going to find you. And when She does, She is going pin you down and penetrate you with Her soul piercing gaze. The hot and fierce passion of a woman determined, a woman devoted, a woman whose heart has been burned in the fires of Love. And when He finds you, He is going to cradle you, sing you love songs until everything hard and brittle falls away and all that is left is your honey wine soul, your loosened heart, your lover’s body.
We are melting into Presence, Overflowing Effervescence We are rising in Love. We are Awakening.
I am. We are.
Talk to me people…please, I am hungry for your naked heart exposure. Fan my flame with your heart’s deepest truth.
Embody the erotic. This is the guidance I just received from my “Light Shadow Aspect” — a term Debbie Ford uses to describe an aspect of our magnificence that is ready to come forward and lead us into a more fully expanded experience of love and life. My “aspect” was dressed in a red dress, black heals, with dark smooth hair, red lipstick, mysterious, not fully revealed but dripping with sensuality, sexuality…the sacred erotic embodied. If she was a smoker, and she’s not, she would have one of those long smoking sticks that the movie stars in the 20’s used. She moves slowly, she owns the room, she owns her body, she owns her power, she owns her beauty, she moves slowly, clearly towards her desire, towards her purpose. She is intent. Her name is allurement…she owns the stage with love’s radiance. People clamour to be in her presence…to be melted into the presence of joy, of love, of radiance, of the sacred erotic. She fills my presence, she plumps me into beingness. She is not afraid of the energies of seduction and sexuality. She knows that being cut off from the erotic isolates her from love’s presence and limits her radiance. She knows that God created the fullness of her body, her breasts, her essence and that no part of her is separate from God, from Love. She knows that to fully embody the I Am presence, she must shatter the illusion that her beauty, her body, her sensuality is separate…she moves towards the fullness, the juicyness, the passion, the delight of embodying the erotic.
These are my marching orders from the 9th week of Debbie Ford’s Radical Reinvention program. The area of my life I am radically transforming is my work in the world, my creative offering to my Beloveds in the world. And this is the key…Anakha fully embodying the sacred erotic, fully shining the light that comes from love’s radiance.
My homework this week…to play with the energy of seduction, of allurement and to bring these energies into my temple of what is Sacred. I am being asked to bring these energies home and not judge them as other than God, other than me, other than sacred. I am allurement. I am alluring. And this is the gift God is asking me to bring to the world…allurement, the whole world is in love…it is this energy of allurement, of attraction that holds the cosmos together. It is beautiful. I am beautiful. You are beautiful. We are now entering the mysterious and magical dance of allurement. We are here to embody the fullness of Love’s radiance. And Beloveds that includes the powerful energy of the sacred erotic. (Yes, David…I can see you smiling, nodding…with that…”told you so” knowing).
What is the gift we give and receive as a result? We feel the joy of being. We are flooded with the pure delight and the pure joy and the pure radiance of fully living our aliveness in alignment with the Divine Erotic…the one that makes love to the void and creates this amazing and awesome Universe. God is Love. God is Sex. God is the Sacred Erotic.
Yes, Beloveds…this blog is going to get interesting now. And, edd…I am glad you stuck around to see what this blog is about!
I am off to explore. And you may be laughing or you may be wondering or you may be cringing and wondering how this has anything to do with awakening the sacred heart and becoming love….well, it has everything to do with it…wait, watch, pray, see!
I know, like I know, like I know that this is key to me being fully played as the instrument of the Divine I am. God is making love to me, God is loving me into being…this I know.
I sat across the table from my younger brother Andy (Coman) yesterday as we shared a meal at our father’s favorite Mexican restaurant in Bend — Andy reminded me that he had eaten dinner there with our Dad the night before he died…just a little over 2 years ago now.
It was a beautiful and odd experience to sit with him and be so reminded of myself. I didn’t grow up with Andy and yet in many ways he is a twin soul. Looking into his eyes I see the depths of the mystic, the artist…the wounded soul that is resurrecting. I see a young man seeking the real…the authentic…not buying the party line. I see my brother…who loves Jesus in his own way and I see how we both find respite in the arms of that unconditional, all encompassing love. Andy is my brother, I know that just like I knew that my Dad was my father…something about being in their presence helps me to know and to see more clearly who I am.
At some point in the meal, I made a reference to the scripture: “for when I am weak, I am strong.” A little while later Andy said, “thy grace is sufficient for me.” And today as I looked those scriptures up I am amazed to find them in the same verse.
“`My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’…. When I am weak, then I am strong.” (2 Corinthians 12:7,9,10 NIV)
When I am weak, then I am strong. I believe that today, because that has been my experience lately. The more unraveled, undone, revealed, blown open. distraught, disfigured, un-together I become…the more naked and vulnerable I am…the more my life moves forward, the more my life operates in alignment with Divine Will, the more room for the strength and the power and the presence of the Holy Spirit. This is new for me…Anakha undone, irresponsible, look good gone and yet in some strange way I think I must look better than ever. The false front gone, the plastic mask discarded, I stand revealed in the truth of who I am, or at least more truth than I have ever allowed myself to see, to be, to show. I am letting go of the need to know, to look good, to have it together, to be pretty, thin, attractive, to get it right, to be attractive, successful, healed, whole. I am done striving to get anywhere, be anything other than what I am moment to moment. And some part of me, acutally all of me, thinks….no KNOWS that that is going to be pretty damned amazing. I know most of you in my life are probably exhaling and thinking Thank God. It must be exhausting and somewhat difficult to be my friend at times. The constant push and trying to figure it out. Relax, surrender, let go. I realized last week that I don’t really know how to relax. Even when I lay down I notice my body still trying to hold itself up, together, in. I am done trying to hold myself. Hold myself up, in, together. Done. The Beloved can do that now. I have better things to do with my time than attend to my selfness. I want to crawl into the arms of the Mother and let go…I want to crawl into bed and relax, sleep, love. I want to breath deeply and fully. I want to exhale long and deep. I want to trust, to have faith, that everything that I have longed for, everything I have wanted to give to this world is coming, is here, is happening, is done.
I am weak and the Presence of God is strong. I know very little and I can see very little right now. Yet I am a Lover of God. I seem to know the movements of the Soul…or at least recognize the patterns. I hear the voice of God constantly and am guided by my Beloved Yeshua and for these gifts and consolations I am eternally grateful. My voice is inspired when I surrender and let myself be played, strummed, beaten like a drum. God is using me in this radiant heart awakening. I am medicine for awakening in love. There is nothing for me to worry about…just write the book, speak the words, heal the hearts, rouse the dead.
Today I stayed in my sweats all day and attempted to relax and do nothing. My body has been screaming at me in its own way to “stay off my feet.” I am doing my best to be.
What I really want right now Beloveds is to rest, to play, to be and to let this beingness, this radiant heart presence to magnetize to me everything that is in the highest good to come to me, to be used in my life to make love, to make art, to make money.
I am grateful for this breaking open into love. I am grateful for being pierced by the sweet agony of grief. I am grateful for the humility that has come from seeing how many people I have hurt by my slumber, from my fear, out of my pain. I am grateful for my failings and my mistakes. I am grateful for the courage that arises and allows me to be plunged into the Dark Night. For in this place the Divine is freeing the imprisoned brilliance and splendor that lives in my soul.
I am freeing up my inheritance, I am living the Kingdom. I am a trillionaire of love.
I am, are you?
XO, Anakha
P.S. I hope to be back into regular blogging soon…it seems to be a challenge to get back to it after taking days off. The wifi connection will be live at the house on Friday!
I have two things on my mind this morning as I walk up and down the stairs from the old house to Ruby (my car) — Kundalini and stuffing! I am moving the last of my things out of the Saltzman house — mainly clothes and shoes. I find my mind obsessing about getting in my Kundalini yoga practice (which I have missed since last Friday) and getting to the store for the ingredients to make Grandma Cleo’s stuffing! I am amazed at how simple and yet obsessive my mind can be…kundalini, stuffing, kundalini, stuffing, kundalini, stuffing…somehow this grey matter is fixated on those two tracks this morning. I wonder where the rest of the millions of possible thoughts are at this moment — ooooo, here comes one now…
I learned a new term last night from one of “my girls” — Kadesh — a brilliant, red-headed yogini now living in LaGrande, OR. She taught me the Sanskrit word “jiva” which means embodied soul. I am grateful for all the “jivas” in my life today. I am grateful to those of you that drop in and see what is happening in the continued unfolding of my heart and my life. Before I leave to go to the new place today, I am going to write a brief list of my gratitudes for the jivas in my life.
My teacher Andrew Harvey says we live in the kingdom of joy and I believe gratitude is one of the vehicles into this kingdom….
Gratitudes:
Kombucha Chocolate Kundalini Yoga Yeshua 40 days and 40 nights The Silence Yoga Mat Ecstatic Dance Jimmy — generosity and vision Gene — constant, unconditioned love and encouragement Lisa — overwhelming enthusiasm for God Mom — courage, love in action, belief in my vision Gary — sustainer, friendship, laughter, reminding me to not take myself too seriously Magdalena, St. Theresa, St. John, Mother Mary Andrew Harvey Tara — tough love friendship, soft compassion, generosity, creativity Su — embodiment of the feminine, gentle witnessing Aminga — joy, laughter, deep friendship, knowing, seeing, playful spirit Peter — your adoration and support, your tenacity, your courage, your willingness Delayne — vision, creativity, your belief and encouragement, your walking the talk of living a radiant life! Seven Jeans, MAC make-up, Dagoba chocolate David — friendship, invitation to the naked heart, full exposure Anna — for loving, healing…for your teaching and your beautiful heart Crystal — for your commitment to your recovery to living a life of radiance and joy Nichole — humor, playful engagement, vulnerability, confusion, searching Veronica — for your integrity and your commitment to you spiritual path, for believing in something greater than the eye can see. Johnny — for your constant presence and care, for your mystic’s heart…nature’s way, for your gentle reminders and wise advice James — for the reconnection, the reminder, the opportunity to know you again anew Jack…for being my constant mystical companion on this journey, for loving me and making me laugh…for reminding me to play ball! My body, my muscles, my bones, my beauty My vulnerability, humility My healing and my transforming My speaking and my teaching For the unfolding and the expansion of my spiritual gifts For Grandma Cleo — her life, her transition, her love that had its way of penetrating my walls — always, all ways. For my Grandfather Burl who watches over me…who stands close behind me…who has my back. For my Father Ted…for making your transition, for freeing us, for causing me to grow, to feel, to deepen into my grief For all of you naked heart mystics in the world…seen and unseen… For all of life… For the opportunity to embody radiant love… to become blazing, burning fiery love.
I say Amen…I say Thank You. Alaha Huba
P.S. No wireless at the new house yet so blogging may be a bit inconsistent for awhile! Change, baby, change!
I was standing in line at the locksmith’s this morning with Jimmy, waiting for keys to be made for the new house. He picked up a magic eight ball (you remember those black spheres we used to play with as teens?!) and asked it, “will The Moses Code be wildly successful?” The answer was basically, “you are on a need to know basis and right now you don’t need to know.” I pick it up next and silently ask myself if my writing and speaking are going to take off this year…the answer “decidedly so.” Or something to that effect. I smile and Jimmy starts whining, “how come I didn’t get a better answer?” I don’t know about you Jimmy, but I certainly am needing some help in the faith department right about now.
I am grateful for several signs from the universe I received today that are telling me to hold on, hang in, and preserve. I awoke this morning with an overwhelming sense of grief. Last night was the first night that I slept at the new home and I was waking up in a “foreign land.” I felt such a deep, deep loss and an overwhelming sense of being plunged into the mystery, into a void of profound nothingness. Feelings of desperation, desolation and fear flooded me. I remembered the dream that I had woken from…a man in a room with a pad of paper and pencil was interrogating me about my past, my mistakes, my defects, my transgressions. He was asking questions and taking notes. At one point he got up from behind the table and said, I have two other things to ask you about but I will need to close the door.
And then I wake up. Wow am I being worked right now…even my dream life is holding me to this razor’s edge of integrity! I should be happy, I think to myself. I should be….and then I remember that this move is more than a change of location it is a radical change in my core…it is about extreme exposure…bringing my mystical vision, gifts, writing and speaking to the world. Everything that has limited me and held me back is being released, has been released. I am reeling with the vulnerability of being thrust into this new reality, this next dimension. This mystic is in action, the sacred is embodied within me. My work in the world is taking off, attracting people and generating love. And I am grateful and I am shaky and I am exposed and I am here, I am one and I am love.
After laying in bed for an hour thinking and feeling and listening to the rain, I hear a break in the rain and decide to put on my running clothes and take myself for a run around my new neighborhood. My body is feeling the effects of lifting boxes, unpacking and hauling things up and down stairs, in and out of cars. My run takes me through the Clinton neighborhood up to 39th and down through the Hawthorne District where I have a rare opportunity to run down the deserted sidewalks…it is early and no one is shopping yet. I stop by Gene’s house for some “emergency body work” (my right side is really torqued right now) and a Grape Kombucha.
I don’t know. I don’t know and that is the truth. I don’t know where all this is leading. And I trust or at least I want to trust that I need not do anything, or at least very little other than attend to each moment as it arrives, to trust the unfolding, to know that I am enough, to trust that life will come to me…I need not chase after it. God knows my deepest heart’s desires, they were planted there so very long ago…being prepared and nurtured through the years of my life, receiving the extra fertilizer of the 40 days…being prepared to breakthrough the soil’s surface and spring forth into new life. I want this breakthrough…I am ready to serve and to put my gifts into play in whatever way will best serve this awakening, this melting into presence, this rising in love, this collective embodiment of radiant love. This is the Second Coming of the Christ embodied in each and every one of us. Please God, please let me serve this Christing in a powerful and palpable way…I am ready, I wanting…I am on my knees…devoted, donated, surrendered…begging to be used well.
I am tired and am running the risk of blogging on and on about nothing. Which is where I am at right now…in a profound state of nothingness. My life and my living has been emptied. I enter the void…the dark womb where creation of new life occurs. I dig deep for my faith…seeing if my anchor will actually find anything to land on as I drop it into the dark and mysterious seas of the Beloved. I am not adrift and I am not rudderless…I am one drop in the ocean that is God. I am here. I am one. I am love.
I am. Amen.
P.S. I mentioned receiving a couple of signs from the universe today and forgot to share what they were…
1) A couple blocks into my run I look to my right and see a sign in some one’s yard that reads “F A I T H.” It isn’t a pretty or decorative sign, just some “random” sign stuck in the lawn. FAITH.
2) The 8 ball message “decidedly so” — regarding my writing and speaking taking off.
3) Jimmy asked me to be in LA for the premiere of The Moses Code…he said, “I’ll get you on stage to speak Anakha, I can’t pay you, but I’ll get you up there…it will be a great launching pad for you.” Hay House is promoting the event featuring Debbie Ford, Andrew Harvey, James von Prague and Jimmy…1200 capacity theater…Get ready…3/1/08!
I spent most of the day (Thursday) moving to my new home. I am rummy tired…body, mind, hands and feet. I feel like a long-haul truck driver after driving a 26′ U-Haul all over SE Portland (maybe that’s a little dramatic, but I even had to back it into the gas station pumps — Jose, the attendant was freaking out as I almost took out the whole island).
I have never lived in SE Portland so just about everything is new to me. In fact, moving to SE is a great metaphor for my life right now…it is the part of town that I have spent the least amount of time in…only an occasional trip to the Hawthorne District. This is brand new territory! Thank God, I am ready!
The best decision I made this week was to hire Robert and Chris (workdog2006@yahoo.com movers I found on Craig’s List) from Experienced Movers (Robert’s company). I really wanted to hire people that would be fun to spend 4 hours with. I was guided perfectly. I knew Robert was the one for me when I called him on the phone and he started making up jingles with my name — Anakha, Yamaka, Hanukkah, Not M as in Monica, probably plays the harmonica…and on and on and on. I thought to myself — this is going to be interesting. At the end of our discussion Robert is talking really fast (he’s on the clock at another job) — I hear him say we’ve got the dollies, the blankets and the hand cuffs. What? I blurt out, “great, but you can leave the handcuffs at home Robert.” “What did you say? Handcuffs? I didn’t say handcuffs. Guys, Anakha just said to leave the handcuffs at home. (raucous laughter in the background) Anakha, I said hand trucks.” “Oh, right!” I say. Yes, this is going to be interesting indeed. We set the appointment for Thursday at noon.
One thing I want to mention about my decision to hire movers this week is that I asked myself what would a woman who is acting in alignment with her worth would do? The answer was crystal clear — she would hire movers. She wouldn’t spend her energy trying to line up her friends and their schedules, she wouldn’t struggle with boxes that are too heavy for her and end up with bruises and broken nails. No, she would hire the professionals and get it done. This is going to be my guiding question for my life decisions right now — what would a woman who is acting in alignment with her worth do? Fabulous, brilliant question — cuts through all the confusion and brings me to a choice point to stand in my worth and therefore create more worth — and I am talking esteem and moooola!
Anyway, this was the best decisionand I thank God for guiding me to Robert and Chris. They were so much fun. We talked about recovery and spirituality and “my flock.” They teased me and one another incessantly. I highly recommend them for their skill, efficiency, humor and entertainment value. They did break one lamp shade — “Oh no Anakha, now I have to go look for a lamp shade that looks like it has mold on it.” (By the way Robert, that lampshade came from Urbino Home on NW 23rd and it is a beautiful paper with pressed flowers — not mold.)
Here is a taste of of some of the one liners served up by Robert:
“Every sinner has a future, every saint has a past!” (Ain’t that the Truth!)
“What do you know about love Robert?” I ask.
“I know that you can’t be spiritually or emotionally available to someone if you are still engaging your compulsions! Whether its drugs, work, money, eating — it doesn’t matter — if you are in compulsion, you aren’t in love.”
“Where’s your flock Anakha? Gene, are you in the flock?”
“Come for the eye candy, stay for the message.” (In regards to the Rev. Anakha — thank you Robert, I’ll take that compliment)
“My spiritual program is stronger than it has ever been.” “What’s your program?” I ask. “Anakha, there’s only one program…you’re either connected or your not.”
And on and on and on it went! All the big stuff is moved and I will spend today going through boxes and starting to settle in. I am looking forward to having you come visit once the Sacred Heart Sanctuary is open for business.
By the way, the inscription on the sidewalk right in front of our house says, Everyone must have one grand passion! And so it is!
Tender, we are all truly so tender. Our hearts, when naked, unguarded and revealed, are so very tender. There are so many layers covering the naked, sacred heart. So many disappointments and heartbreaks. These layers numb us — our passion, our connection, our purpose. Frozen grief turns disappointment to stone paralyzing the soft, velvety center of our hearts. I am aware today and more and more these days of how precious the lifelines that connect us to one another actually are. We are more vulnerable than we’d like to admit to the actions and inactions of our brothers and our sisters. In our ivory towers we claim peace and perfection. I say come dance in the streets with the despair and desolation. We are collectively shrouded in a blanket of shame. This is what stands between us and the embodied experience of our oneness and our unity. Our attempts to uphold our superiority are only sophisticated disguises for our own pain, our own despair and feelings of worthlessness, powerlessness. This is the story of our “occupation” in Iraq.
I wish to heal this war. The war within, the war without. I wish to disrobe in front of my beloveds and to begin to lift this blanket of shame so that we may truly experience the oneness — the one mind, the one heart, the one life — that I know exists and that I hunger to experience in thought, in feeling, in breath, in body.
None of this makes sense…I am reaching…I am reaching for an answer. I am begging for an insight, a vision that can make sense of the separation I see. I keep hearing the song War is Love…”war is love, when love breaks down.” I don’t wish to sugarcoat and to spin worthless affirmations about our oneness when the war continues. I wish to see, to truly see what stands between me and love, what stands between you and I and our sacred unity. What needs to be addressed, dissolved, burned to the ground so we can see the wholeness carried in the shape of the moon?
I am tired of a child’s play spirituality that claims truths and fails to examine and take 100% responsibility for what lies between that truth and the full embodied experience of it in the relationships and circumstances of our lives and our living.
What I am really wanting to say is, if we want peace on this planet in our lifetime it is time to wake up to the violence we enact day to day by our action and our inaction. By our refusal to see how one hurtful comment, one held back word of praise can change the course of our whole evolution into love. We are at a point in time when we must walk the razor’s edge of integrity in our consciousness and in our actions. It is time to heed the call to love and that means to heed the call to heal what stands between us and love.
I don’t care if you have managed to create some level of perfection and protection in your own life when just beyond your front door is despair, madness, desolation. We must take responsibility for it all. It is our creation and it is ours to heal.
I find myself wanting to apologize for this cloudy and inarticulate call to awareness, to tenderness and to love. I want my heart to expand and be host to love. I want my vision to expand to hold this separation within the greater oneness. I am grateful for being disoriented in this quest and questioning. I have no answers. I am baffled at how we could have come so far off track in living the one commandment that all religions agree on…”love one another.”
Are you willing to move off your well protected states of peace and well-being and allow yourself to become disrupted for the sake of love in the world? Wake up. It’s time to wake up. I’ve been asleep. It’s time to wake up now. In the words of Melissa Etheridge…”I am not an island, I am not alone…”
Living in the awareness of the fragility of the human heart… Ameyn.
