Tuesday, January 9, 2018

My Body

In order to remain on this planet I need the body; therefore, I give credence to everything it has to say. As with most earthlings, I tend to listen to my body only when it causes an uproar which interrupts what I am doing; in other words when it hurts. Every once in a while, I remember to give attention to my body aside from the normal feeding, washing and sheltering which are the basic minimum requirements for all human bodies. I maintain this for a few days and it responds with great joy and cooperation. Then, since everything seem to be going well, I lapse into forgetfulness, and my body travel along with the joyfulness for awhile only to erupt again from lack of attention.

I am indeed grateful for my body and how it perfectly performs most of the time. It has taken me wherever I wanted to go without protest. The feet hurt only when they are placed in uncomfortable shoes. It demands more rest than is considered normal; but that too is good. I often listen to its need for long periods of rest in order to recover. This body has been the most willing of servants to every whim I choose to pursue. It has also brought to my consciousness every pleasure I have had; since it holds the receptacles of perception, known as the five senses. It is a most noble instrument. The uncaring manner with which I have treated it at times will cease; it deserves the very best I can give

In conjunction will all living things, it thrives on attention and performs much better when it has an audience. Truth is, I have always been its audience; so I will give it all the accolades it deserves.

Thanks dear body for being so faithful, in spite of all I have put you through.

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Burning the Dross

There is a  burning bowl service at Unity North Atlanta New Year's Eve every year. This year it fell on a Sunday thus it was during the regular service. A large part of the service was the burning bowl. This is a ceremony where all participants write the life conditions they which to release from their experience on a piece of onion paper and burn it at the front of the church. That morning I awoke with a memory which I have for a long time. It is always tinged with regret. The regret was for not having the courage to stand up for what I wanted at the time.

Here’s what happened. I was dating this fine young man, I was young myself. But there were social pressures on the relationship and we agreed to end it. Ha was so loving and kind and caring and never forgot my birthday. On this particular birthday he came by my apartment with flowers like he always did. My brother was taking me and his girlfriend to dinner for my birthday. I was walking out with the flowers in my arms and John that is his name, when my brother rolled up. We were on opposite sides of the street. My brother did not approve of the relationship. He blew the horn loudly several times and both he and his girlfriend started yelling at me to come on and leave John. I sheepishly said I have to go and crossed the street, entered the van. I did not look back for fear of what I would see on the corner. That ended whatever shred of a relationship I had with John. 

Whenever I think of that moment there is always regret for what could have been. In the burning bowl I placed the regret and sadness that remained of that moment. I took the opportunity to forgive myself for not being strong in that moment. I accepted all the actors for doing the best we knew how to do. And I accepted that John had to leave. 

I think of that moment now and the regret is gone. I am grateful.

Thursday, December 14, 2017

The Center of the Onion

Last night I went to the Wednesday night rapping with the rev held at our church. While there, I shared how through a personal story; I was led and guided to release a thirty year old recurring abscess. The story involved the sexual interaction between me, as a child, and an elderly male neighbor.

That incident, which was repeated over months, I deemed shameful. I stuffed that shame deep within my flesh and it erupted ever so often as an abscess for those thirty years. The first step was to acknowledge when the first abscess occurred. Then the next step was to own the shame I’d stuffed inside my physical being. When I touched that deep seated shame, I became nauseous and threw up, literally! 

The next step through my healing process was to own that all the shame and grief were my own and release them. That process took several days, but they were released. The next step was forgiveness. That section of the healing process took a few more days. I was able to truly forgive my neighbor for the incidents; but also myself for having been participated in them. However, there were yet a few more steps to complete the healing.

 I had to see my own part in the co-creation of the incident. That took many more days, in prayer and meditation, to arrive at the place where I was able to accept that yes; indeed I am the co-creator of all the events in my life; therefore that one. The last step took days and days of the meditative process to get there. Once there, the freeing realization that there is nothing to forgive came. I chose to be the participant in an incident, thirty years previously which led to the moment when I owned my divinity and myself as the co-creator of events; that my friend is true freedom and grace and love for my creator who gave me free will.

 Needless to say the abscess has never returned; and that was twenty-seven years ago.

At the end of the meditation portion of the evening, several women told me how brave I was for sharing that story. Now that is just a story to me. The joy of the telling came during the meditation. The story illustrated to me, my healing was akin to the peeling an onion to find the center core where are no more layers to remove. There at the center is the true being who came into incarnation to be a bringer of light that can shines away shame. 

Today I am the light, and I am truly grateful for that knowing.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Power (Over vs To)

Power has been in the news lately. Most of the conversation concerns power over. The discussion mostly revolve around those possessing power in government, media, entertainment, and other areas of endeavor are being accused of mishandling their power and harming others. These are mostly facts. The power they appear to have was bequeathed to them by the rest of us who appear to have no power. Most of what we see as abuse of power is the egos of those who deign to believe they have power to control someone else’s behavior.

‘POWER TO’ is a different kettle of fish altogether. ‘Power To’ is the divine gift to every human being on the planet. In that case, it signifies that we are all gifted with power. We are all endowed with the power to choose who we show the world we are. We have the power to choose how we respond to events, circumstance, and life. In the end we are never victims but co-creators of our experiences.

We are powerful spiritual beings with great strength and resilience. We are stronger than any circumstance in which we may find ourselves. We are capable of transforming ourselves and overcoming our circumstances. To do this, we must believe with all our might that indeed we have the power to transform from victim to victor. This task is much easier to discuss than to do.

Achieving this grasp of our power begins with the acknowledgment that we have the divine power to choose. Once this acknowledgment is grounded in our consciousness; we begin to notice our responses to events. Did we respond from a place of powerlessness or from one of strength? If the former, we note it and plan to use the latter response next time. With practice we move into our divine power and know our strength.

We always had the POWER TO.