I have been debating about adding a section on resources to the site, so I am doing it in the form of blog posts entitled with the first word "Resources" followed by the type of resources. They will be collected together in the Resources category under the Categories section on the side of the blog page, or at the bottom of the page if you are viewing this on a mobile device.
Sacred Feminine Resources
Sacred Feminine Awakening: The Emergence of Compassion by Misa Hopkins
She has four books now beginning with the same first words for the title; however, this one in particular beautifully expresses perhaps what has been a lost understanding of the sacred feminine, in a way that attempts to speak to anyone, regardless of what faith or spiritual path one has.
The Virgin's Promise: Writing Stories of Feminine Creative, Spiritual, and Sexual Awakening by Kim Hudson
I am always charged with inspiration and motivation when I pick up this book. Although it has been written for screenwriters, the universal story the author has discovered about the fulfillment of life truly resonates on a fundamental level, as it no doubt should based on the author's research that went into discovering this story. The theories of Carl Jung, a therapist inspirational to me who informs my work, helped guide her in the process. He put forth the idea that we have within us universal archetypes, or patterns of potential or behavior which we can follow, which show up in stories from around the world as characters. Kim discovered these universal characters and their life paths in stories across such a diversity of cultures. What she writes about represents no less than living a sacred feminine way of life.
As the ebbs and flows of my practice of being with others in therapy has continued over recent months and the year, I have added to my site, altered it, and now brought it back to a more simplified version.
In alignment more with my outlook which guides my life and informs my communications with others as I support them on their paths, bringing my website back to how it was earlier in the year embraces perhaps more of the being, and less of the doing, which prompted me to add to the site in the first place.
There are lessons of surrender here, trusting, and just discerning in the quiet and downtimes for what to do, or simply being with the emotions of the ebbs and flows of life.
I feel I most resonate with this version of my website right now; thus it has changed.
Resources are a new category I am adding to the side of the blog page under Categories, or at the bottom of the page if you are seeing the mobile device version of this page.
To highlight this, I will post my first separate entry in the blog about resources after this one.
I wanted to share a humorous approach to the wisdom of not identifying with our roles in life, not too seriously anyway. As deep as you go into this, an indescribable freedom and understanding emerges. Anam Thubten, a Tibetan Buddhist teacher, shares his unique approach to questioning such a fundamental attachment:
A song I like to listen to this time of year, in the fall, one actually appropriate for all year round.
"Green Man" performed by Type O Negative
(c) 1997 The All Blacks B.V.
Spring has come and gone, as has summer, and without further hesitation, I feel compelled to catch a bit of fall in my writing. Not only that, I wish to let go of what perhaps needs to be let go of, the imperfections that can imperfectly snag and nag one to the point of preventing the presence of the present from being here.
Why the date as the blog post title, you might be wondering? Well, after having set aside a novel on my shelf, actually my two copies of the one novel, one being a giant-sized special edition of it, I have picked it up again after about a year, this time being the time of year when people most read this author's works. So, perhaps you can see this coming, but within the first two pages of picking up the novel again where I last left off from the previous fall, a novel which I've read numerous times now--the day the novel resumes on is, you guessed it, September 28th:
"That year the first day of fall (real fall as opposed to calendar fall) was September 28 ..."
This happened to be in the mid- to late-seventies when the novel's story takes place, but it seems strikingly dead on for fall this year, in 2017. It is also rather spooky, or synchronistic, that I pick up the novel on the exact day that I read about in the novel. Maybe I've read it so much, I knew that date was coming. Perhaps, but the sentence I quoted above is not one I'm likely to lodge in my memory, except now after blogging about it.
So I thought September 28 an apropos title for this post, and something to write about after months of hiatus.
Why the hiatus?
I think I always try and write when I have something perhaps exceptional, extraordinary, or something illuminating to share, and I am not saying I do not this time, but this is my entire point. Imperfection is a given and a reality and only needs to be said because I think we try and hang our coats on perfection, when the darn hook keeps being dragged down to the floor, not being able to take the weight of our attempts at it, what will always only be imperfection.
I have not blogged since April, until this time now this year, because I was fooled by my own interpretations of others' comments or actions. Maybe I can assess them in a way that casts the shadow on them, when it really has to do with my own self-absorbed interpretations.
This time of year, perhaps it's natural to reflect on our own shadows, seeing them mirrored and shimmying down the lane, through tunnels of trees, in the curves of leaves blowing our way. I can throw out this word, daemon, at perhaps the risk of what some others may think, but I will use the word anyway, it being a Greek idea of an intermediary between the divine and us humans, or perhaps the messenger within ourselves to spur us on to go deeper, to relinquish our cloud covering of light, to let the shadows appear to take a closer look at them, to not flinch, but to see where we might have obscured our own path.
It's not the depth and death of winter yet, but it is time to reflect, to prepare, to let go of the previous suppositions and assumptions of the year thus far.
Be gone! Whatever truths hanging there as falsities, still lingering, be gone!
A leaf here, a leaf there, just let them blow away and realize them as the phantasms that they are, back to the nothingness from whence they come.
No self-absorbed false truths to exist anymore.
A good day to let the shadows dance and come, to freely swing them, and let them fade away, releasing them back into the nothingness from whence they come.
Beneath what we may consider to be our waking reality, other layers exist that are more refined, holding more of our truth. Several traditions speak to this idea, letting us know that being and living from these more refined places becomes possible through what are considered their best practices, ways of understanding and arriving there.
You can think of it this way: although you may be driving home or arriving at a place you visit often, if you are lost in thought as the scenery or surroundings go past you, you may not be noticing that these areas around you actually exist in these moments. You are unawares, driving or riding on the way to your destination, the scenery passing you by as you are lost in your thoughts.
This is what the idea of layers speaks to, that we are lost in what may be taking us from actually seeing and experiencing life more.
I feel so compelled, driven at times (pun intended), to come from the most refined and deepest layers of myself, to be as authentic and true to my understandings as possible.
In a real sense, this means being myself, simply and without the extra layers, without anything blocking my view and my experience of life.
Sometimes this translates into a poetic sense of seeing for me; at other times, this comes across as an inspiration to spur others on, dynamically communicating what I feel should be said.
If you think of yourself and your truth, the most real and authentically experiencing layer of yourself, when you are enjoying life fully and in the fulfillment of who you are, then this way of being is like the most precious version of yourself you can know. For me it is the most precious relationship I can have. Some traditions would even say this is the goal, this uncompromising and very real, natural version of yourself, the truest sense of yourself you can have.
Life becomes about an identity of experiencing then, not fixed ideas or ways. You may have your old habits, but they are seen with this more natural and less troubled understanding permeating your way of being in the world.
Light and free. Truly. You are.
You can ride or drive to your destination, but now you do it with a more enriched and fuller understanding of yourself and your experience, not letting the scenery pass you by.
We are not told what we need to hear. We are not told what makes a happy life. We are not told the truth of reality. We are not told we should not be told.
We should be allowed the knowledge inherent to us. We should be allowed the joys of living an embodied life. We should be allowed the turmoil and triumph of our own experiences.
We should be allowed to be human.
Telling robs us of our own authority, our inherent rights as human beings to discover, with joy, the beauty of our own path. Shown by the light of love, from others, ourselves, from the universe with all its signs of love.
Why love? Why not? The sun nourishes us along with our planet. The waters of the earth replenish our bodies and the earth itself along with them. There are many, many signs on a most basic and fundamental level that we are not only wanted, but loved. The universe has given us each the means of life, given us, if only glimpses, the miracle of knowing existence.
You are loved, because you exist.
What I can tell you means almost nothing compared to what you will know following the guidance, in the trust and love and joy, of your own self. The universe has always, will always, can only always begin with you. You cannot experience any experience in any other way.
I am here to share with you the knowing of yourself. Because you are the lens, the mind, the heart, the body of all experiences, and they begin with you.
You are the answer. Lead yourself, by the hand, by the heart, by your own love of life.
Life is a beautiful beauty, and it all comes from you.
After writing my previous blog post, and listening to the song again I posted from YouTube, I felt like I needed to embody more of the spirit of that song and what I felt and am feeling today.
I am not sure there is any greater joy right now, certainly nothing exceeds it, being able to be with others in the sacred space of therapy, and being able to know them, understand them, and help guide them to their light, to let it shine, to experience a lightness of just being, being who they are, who they choose to be, who they are led from within themselves to shine as.
I really find that to be so awesome!
So, this day I am feeling very unencumbered from winter concerns, just being, with a lightness in that being too.
I certainly want that for anyone interested in being helped out like that on their journey too.
enjoying the warmer
the full feel
Feeling spirited today, with spring coming, and could not help but enjoy this today--
"Do you know that there's still a chance for you, 'cause there's a spark in you? You just gotta ignite the light, and let it shine. Just own the night, like the Fourth of July."
"It's always been inside of you, and now it's time to let it through."
Music video by Katy Perry performing Firework (quoted above).
(c) 2010 Capitol Records, LLC
As winter approaches, it may feel good to stretch into this time of year, lean into it, feel its quietness, solitude, and peacefulness, such peace.
I encourage you to find solace in the silence, make that happen for yourself this time of year.
I am including many inspirational quotations about silence below.
True silence is the rest of the mind; it is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment.
Silence is the true friend that never betrays.
An inability to stay quiet is one of the most conspicuous failings of mankind.
Silence is a source of great strength.
Silence is the universal refuge....
~Henry David Thoreau
Accustomed to the veneer of noise ... society is suspicious of those who value silence.
I have often lamented that we cannot close our ears with as much ease as we can our eyes.
In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in a clearer light, and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness.
Silence is a fence around wisdom.
Silence is as deep as eternity; speech, shallow as time.
Silence is medication for sorrow.
Silence was never written down.
Silence is exhilarating at first - as noise is - but there is a sweetness to silence outlasting exhilaration, akin to the sweetness of listening and the velvet of sleep.
Nature and silence go better together.
You can hear the footsteps of God when silence reigns in the mind.
~Sri Sathya Sai Baba
Not merely an absence of noise, Real Silence begins when a reasonable being withdraws from the noise in order to find peace and order in his inner sanctuary.
Silence is more musical than any song.
Nothing is more useful than silence.
~Menander of Athens
Silence is a sounding thing, to one who listens hungrily.
Silence is the mother of truth.
Her hearing was keener than his, and she heard silences he was unaware of.
We must have reasons for speech but we need none for silence.
Silence is the secret to sanity.
There are times when silence has the loudest voice.
Silences make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what counts.
~Margaret Lee Runbeck
Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mark Newlon, feeling the embrace of the sacred feminine daily!
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