Great post. I laughed out loud at the line "Give it a sink and it will build a portal."
Have you ever read books by Keith Giles? I am currently in the middle of his "The Gospel of Mary and the Lost Gospel of of Truth" and it is really fascinating and moving. It brings your writing to mind for sure.
Are you in my bathroom today? “brushing our teeth and thinking about revenge. Where I get stuck in a loop is wondering what needs to be completed, or addressed. I suppose the answer is to actually get present to what I am feeling and trust life will show me.
There is no wonder many are called and few are chosen. Another beautiful post that I appreciate so much. It seems that always is the right time for these reminders mixed with the humor of our condition. You see me! "You are running errands and somebody cuts you off in the parking lot. Now the body is in one place, but inwardly you are writing a thesis on the collapse of civilization."
But that's just it, isn't it? Tolkien penned "All who wander are not lost". When combined with Cohelo's "The Universe conspires to help you" and other such winks and nods brings me peace.
So, been walking alongside you and Mary Magdalene for a year. I Find comfort and courage reading what have become daily devotions in both “Whispers” and “Book of Hours.” (Focus on Showing up and being Present., witnessing.) I like the word “notice” to simply notice my behavior, my feelings, my emotions, what triggers things I hate or love (my projections), what makes me laugh, cry, all without judgement. My first coaching business almost 40 (gasp!) years ago “NOTITIA” (word offered me by my therapist: “deep looking”). Noticing has been baked into me. The last 15 months I’ve been intentionally in semi-seclusion,contemplation, noticing both synchronicities and intuitions as I seek my path forward after the passing over of my husband, 47-year marriage with my Soulmate. (He’s still present at my side)
SO HERE’s MY QUESTION FOR ANYONE WHO HAS AN INSIGHT TO OFFER: I’m slowly becoming a new excavated version of myself: clarity about my destiny, about my next sacred mission, about the nature of the relationship I want to co-create for as long as I have on Earth. More recently when I’m reading something, taking in pieces of wisdom…or writing my inner most vulnerabilities to my secret lover, or friends, I fall asleep mid-thought and only notice my dropping off once I awaken. WHAT ARE POSSIBLE TRIGGERS THAT FORCE ME TO FALL ASLEEP, mid-thought, mid-sentence? THANK YOU. ❤️🙏❤️😎🐶
Perhaps what triggers falling asleep mid-thought … is the survival benefit of physical sleep becomes more important than the supposed survival benefit of habitually being entranced by the monkey-minding movie we do when we are not physically asleep?
"Monks mating with synthesizers"; Thanks. Now I have that picture, and accompanying sound track, stuck in my head. Also, I will never be able to stand in front of a sink without thinking about portals. Oooppps, there I go again . . .🥴😆😎
I’ve been sitting with this one. I understand (I think) what you are saying, from a kind of spiritually intuitive place.
But I’m uneasy because, as someone recovering and deconstructing from a perfectionistic cult where constant self examination became an obsession, it feels like a bit of a slippery slope. Going down that perfectionistic road leads to being self-absorbed and self-centered in a way that is so toxic and unhealthy, it actually can rob you of the ability to love God, self and neighbor as Jesus endeavored to teach. I think mainly I just need to continue to joyfully exist in Presence and not overthink this. 😌🙏 I believe your teaching IS about living in a healthy “place”. But past experiences are making it hard to differentiate. AND I know I don’t have to worry about it. Love (God) has my back. 😊
Thinking about monks & synthesizers (yes I notice that I came back to that) reminds me of “Lo Boier,” the Cathar chant, by Patrick Lenk — actually a most lovely mating!🎶
Whew this is so …. Indescribably delicious like Peter Paul’s Almond Joy (ok, that’s for seniors (aka me) who heard that commercial when they were toddlers & television was the new heaven on earth ).
I almost fell out of bed laughing at the haunted Roomba - never had one but sure act like one. I am amazed that since I started reading “Living Presence” at a snail’s pace, a path you led me to (deep gratitude🙏 ), i have experienced noticing, “Ah. I’m gone.” Which has been Mission: Impossible” my whole life. Strongly preferring to leave the country during certain occasions still happens, of course, but now I don’t get as far as mentally buying the plane ticket. Deeply unsexy work is helping me in dealing with very unsexy life situations. Grateful i stumbled onto your path & his before my mind said WTF & signed the contract choosing the career path of the talented escape artist. I have noticed I’m gone. Miracles happen. 🫣🙂↔️
Many thanks, Brother V, it’s such a relief to not live like a haunted Roomba! Your humor mixed in with your teaching is fun & so relatable. (Although, musically speaking, “sounds like monks mating with synthesizers” is quite a novel idea.)✨
Great post. I laughed out loud at the line "Give it a sink and it will build a portal."
Have you ever read books by Keith Giles? I am currently in the middle of his "The Gospel of Mary and the Lost Gospel of of Truth" and it is really fascinating and moving. It brings your writing to mind for sure.
So did I. And then that thought spurred others about sitting on the can and all the places that takes me . . .
Are you in my bathroom today? “brushing our teeth and thinking about revenge. Where I get stuck in a loop is wondering what needs to be completed, or addressed. I suppose the answer is to actually get present to what I am feeling and trust life will show me.
Me thinks VMB was in everyone's bathroom today . . . Simultaneously 🥴😯😵💫
😂🙄
There is no wonder many are called and few are chosen. Another beautiful post that I appreciate so much. It seems that always is the right time for these reminders mixed with the humor of our condition. You see me! "You are running errands and somebody cuts you off in the parking lot. Now the body is in one place, but inwardly you are writing a thesis on the collapse of civilization."
But sometimes when I wander, I find just the right words to say what I want.
But that's just it, isn't it? Tolkien penned "All who wander are not lost". When combined with Cohelo's "The Universe conspires to help you" and other such winks and nods brings me peace.
"Ordinary life is the training ground." Yes to this beautiful truth! <3
Excellent perspective today, and just what I needed to read.
So, been walking alongside you and Mary Magdalene for a year. I Find comfort and courage reading what have become daily devotions in both “Whispers” and “Book of Hours.” (Focus on Showing up and being Present., witnessing.) I like the word “notice” to simply notice my behavior, my feelings, my emotions, what triggers things I hate or love (my projections), what makes me laugh, cry, all without judgement. My first coaching business almost 40 (gasp!) years ago “NOTITIA” (word offered me by my therapist: “deep looking”). Noticing has been baked into me. The last 15 months I’ve been intentionally in semi-seclusion,contemplation, noticing both synchronicities and intuitions as I seek my path forward after the passing over of my husband, 47-year marriage with my Soulmate. (He’s still present at my side)
SO HERE’s MY QUESTION FOR ANYONE WHO HAS AN INSIGHT TO OFFER: I’m slowly becoming a new excavated version of myself: clarity about my destiny, about my next sacred mission, about the nature of the relationship I want to co-create for as long as I have on Earth. More recently when I’m reading something, taking in pieces of wisdom…or writing my inner most vulnerabilities to my secret lover, or friends, I fall asleep mid-thought and only notice my dropping off once I awaken. WHAT ARE POSSIBLE TRIGGERS THAT FORCE ME TO FALL ASLEEP, mid-thought, mid-sentence? THANK YOU. ❤️🙏❤️😎🐶
Perhaps what triggers falling asleep mid-thought … is the survival benefit of physical sleep becomes more important than the supposed survival benefit of habitually being entranced by the monkey-minding movie we do when we are not physically asleep?
Well that just maybe a positive, not a negative. The whispers don't stop just because you go to sleep. ~ Selah ~
"Monks mating with synthesizers"; Thanks. Now I have that picture, and accompanying sound track, stuck in my head. Also, I will never be able to stand in front of a sink without thinking about portals. Oooppps, there I go again . . .🥴😆😎
Heartfelt thanks, Brother V🌅 I keep coming back to this practice (& I hope I always will!) — it’s given me both comfort & freedom.🌞
I’ve been sitting with this one. I understand (I think) what you are saying, from a kind of spiritually intuitive place.
But I’m uneasy because, as someone recovering and deconstructing from a perfectionistic cult where constant self examination became an obsession, it feels like a bit of a slippery slope. Going down that perfectionistic road leads to being self-absorbed and self-centered in a way that is so toxic and unhealthy, it actually can rob you of the ability to love God, self and neighbor as Jesus endeavored to teach. I think mainly I just need to continue to joyfully exist in Presence and not overthink this. 😌🙏 I believe your teaching IS about living in a healthy “place”. But past experiences are making it hard to differentiate. AND I know I don’t have to worry about it. Love (God) has my back. 😊
Brushing teeth and doing dishes are also where a lot of songs come from. The song fairies tend to hang out close to water, I guess?
Thinking about monks & synthesizers (yes I notice that I came back to that) reminds me of “Lo Boier,” the Cathar chant, by Patrick Lenk — actually a most lovely mating!🎶
Yes, that’s life before learning to attend to the moment, isn’t it! We are either physically asleep, or sleeping doing errands.
Whew this is so …. Indescribably delicious like Peter Paul’s Almond Joy (ok, that’s for seniors (aka me) who heard that commercial when they were toddlers & television was the new heaven on earth ).
I almost fell out of bed laughing at the haunted Roomba - never had one but sure act like one. I am amazed that since I started reading “Living Presence” at a snail’s pace, a path you led me to (deep gratitude🙏 ), i have experienced noticing, “Ah. I’m gone.” Which has been Mission: Impossible” my whole life. Strongly preferring to leave the country during certain occasions still happens, of course, but now I don’t get as far as mentally buying the plane ticket. Deeply unsexy work is helping me in dealing with very unsexy life situations. Grateful i stumbled onto your path & his before my mind said WTF & signed the contract choosing the career path of the talented escape artist. I have noticed I’m gone. Miracles happen. 🫣🙂↔️
Many thanks, Brother V, it’s such a relief to not live like a haunted Roomba! Your humor mixed in with your teaching is fun & so relatable. (Although, musically speaking, “sounds like monks mating with synthesizers” is quite a novel idea.)✨