Heart Connections

Gift of a Morning Heart

Two divergent clouds met, then narrowed into a flattened yet distinctive heart

Nothing but morning sky in the middle,

Converged in the eastern, early morning August sky.

The poised–woman and greyhound–waited, watched

As golden light beams striped the blue above.

A heart on its side, a bit compressed, but open nonetheless

To shifting tints, rising hues, bursting auras.

Then–there–the first arch of glow tipped the inner rim,

Warming to its space.

 

There–then–gently pushed, slowly slid

Then sighed into settling as if to breathe,

 

I made it.

 

 

5 Healing Thoughts

This week’s quotes are actually borrowed from Melody Beattie’s The Language of Letting Go.  On August 17, she writes about transforming reality with healing thoughts.  My autographed copy of Melody’s book is dog-eared from a bunch of years of use and I love it when just the right daily meditation jumps from the pages.  I’ve been having some tough days and have moved to and fro off my comfortable and balanced middle.  This reading, which I’ve broken into five parts–one for each day this week–brings me back to a mindful center.  Thank God!

Please enjoy.

Monday

When you feel anger or resentment, ask God to help you feel it, learn from it, and then release it.  Ask Him to bless those who you feel anger toward. Ask Him to bless you too.

Tuesday

When you feel fear, ask Him to take it from you.  When you feel misery, force gratitude.  When you feel deprived, know that there is enough.  When you feel ashamed, reassure yourself that who are are is okay.  You are good enough.

Wednesday

When you doubt your timing or your present position in life, assure yourself that all is well; you are right where you’re meant to be.  Reassure yourself that others are too.  When you ponder the future, tell yourself that it will be good.  When you look back at the past, relinquish regrets.

Thursday

When you notice problems, affirm there will be a timely solution and a gift from the problem. When you resist feelings or thoughts, practice acceptance.  When you feel discomfort, know that it will pass.  When you identify a want or a need, tell yourself it will be met.

Friday

When you worry about those you love, ask God to protect and care for them.  When you worry about yourself, ask Him to do the same.  When you think about others, think love.  When you think about yourself, think love.

Throughout the week, as you live in the presence of transforming your days through healing thoughts, please know that you are precious, you are blessed and you are loved as you are.

B Well, share, and let us know how your reality transforms!

Personally, It’s All Personal

 

 

 

 

Today feels like a good day for sharing the wise words and ideas that have crossed my mental tableau.  It seems as if everything I’m reading in the personal development field is truly that:  personal.  If it feels personal for me, I’m guessing it might strike a personal chord in you as well.

Unity Magazine

The first wise piece comes from the July/August issue and is called “Affirmations:  Connecting Us to Truth.”  In the article, author Laurie A. Gray writes about how her nine-year-old daughter’s nightly affirmation:  “I am grateful.  I am kind.  I create what’s on my mind.  Perfect health . . . Prosperity . . . My world reflects the change in me.”  Laurie’s little girl has been repeating the affirmative poem since she was six! See http://unity.org/publications/unityMagazine/index.html for more information.

I now have this simple prayer in my journal where I write my morning pages, in my bathroom and above my desk.  There is something about this simple poem that soothes me right now, now when I have need of soothing.

Is there something in your life that brings you need for soothing?

Let me know if you use this affirmative poem and how it feels for you.

The Daily Love

The second piece of personal development information that feels personal to me comes from Arielle Ford in her guest post on Mastin Kipp’s The Daily Love. (http://thedailylove.com/the-beauty-of-love’s-imperfections/) Arielle writes about the world of Wabi Sabi, an ancient Japanese understanding that something is made beautiful through its imperfections.

Think about that in terms of all the cracks and flaws in an individual’s personality, both the ones perceived by the individual and the ones judged by others.  What if all those entry points into a person’s wholeness that are seen as fissures are actually thought of as a golden bridge spanning the alleged imperfection?

Can you picture the energy flowing back and forth across that bridge creating an inviting, peaceful place of simple beauty? Now, can you picture the incredible beauty in your own perceived flaws?

Daily Focus

The third piece resonating with me is Rev. Ed Townley’s Daily Focus from August 2 that references the epistle of First John.  Rev. Ed quotes,

“God is love,” he (the writer of First John) writes, “and whoever abides in love abides in God, and God abides in them.”

The reverend then adds, “this is a simple, clear guide to living a life of harmony, a life filled with health, abundance, growth, new awareness and all good things.”

I don’t know about you, but I sure want what the guy from the epistle has.

The Dallas Morning News

Finally, I love that personal development and technology are spreading to a most important area, our military.  There was an AP news story printed in the local paper on Sunday about mobile phone applications designed to help with post traumatic stress and brain injuries.  The article, “Apps heal invisible wounds,” described several news apps.

One in particular is called PTSD Coach and was developed jointly by the Pentagon and Veteran Affairs.  It is a self-assessment tool that addresses “symptoms, gives step-by-step instructions in muscle relaxation and breathing, helps users create a phone list of people to call when they need support” and helps vets make contact with emergency organizations.

While this last piece doesn’t address me personally because I’m not a vet, it affects all of us collectively because our military veterans are a part of how we abide in God as a nation and as a people.

Personal development is everywhere we turn these days.  I have a million more examples.  I’d like to hear your examples or about which of these resonate with you.  Please connect with me with your impressions, thoughts and stories.

 

 

Rainbows and Pots of Gold

August 1 opens an exciting month at B Here Today.  I’m putting the finishing touches on my very first  online magazine submission and oh, what a mag it is!

Wild Sister is the brainchild of a tremendous blogging colleague, Jen Saunders (www.mysmilingheart.org).  The first edition of this beautifully written and artistically creative pub launched to WILD success on July 1. Shortly after Jen asked me to write for the September issue, and practically as soon as I said YES, I learned that editorial submissions were full for the remainder of the year!

Now I have the sort-of daunting task of completing my article about rainbows and pots of gold.  I’ll tease you a bit by letting you know that the mythical pots of gold have a very real symbolic representation in the realm of mindfulness where B Here Today resides. (Is that enough to bring you back in September?)

Wild Sister, to quote its website,is a new online magazine, created to empower women.  Created and written by artists, poets, travellers, coaches, muses and bloggers; each issue breathes love, truth, wisdom, inspiration and empowerment into the lives of women everywhere.”

I’m so enamored with this online gem that I’m in the process of becoming a Wild Sister affiliate.  In the meantime, I’d like to invite you to check out the latest issue, which hits mailboxes this very day.  To find the August issue, go to http://wildsister.com/archives.

As you enjoy the second issue of Wild Sister, don’t forget that when you see a rainbow, if you believe in the pot of gold, you can trust that it WILL appear.

A Mindful Monday full of rainbows to all!

Balancing Grief With Love

It has been hard to breathe today.  The pain in my heart, eased for months now, has been a constant accompaniment to the hours of this day.

Today is the one year anniversary of Mom’s death.

I woke to the presence of grief and immediately felt a strange dichotomy of peace.  I sensed her presence right away and knew she was okay with my mourning–that seemed proper today–but she also wanted me to feel her peace.

So this post is the story of finding a broken conch shell and how I began to learn to balance grief with love.  It’s the story of feeling love’s presence, even as it transcends time and space.  Finally, it’s the story of energy that connects a mother with her daughter and how awareness sustains that energy.

This story begins with the explanation that over the years, when I’ve had extra money and inclination, I’ve had flowers delivered to my mother on my birthday as a token of gratitude.  This past April, as I celebrated my 50th birthday in the Turks and Caicos Islands, I was grief-stricken that it was the first year I couldn’t even call my mother on my birthday.

My traveling companion, God bless her, concocted a plan to ceremonially deliver a beautiful red hibiscus bloom to Mom.  At sunset, on the night of my birthday, we waded into the North Atlantic and after saying a few words to Mom and shedding a few tears, we released the bloom.  We watched for the longest time as it bobbed on the waves leading out to the sinking sun.

My hurting was immense as I realized there would come an instant when I would no longer see the flower and the symbolism was nearly impossible to bear.  Yet, the giving of the flower to her–sending it to Heaven on the rise and fall of water–felt right and good.

After a time, I turned and tears-streaming, walked out of the ocean, careful of where I stepped in the dusky light.  Then, as I looked down, half buried in the sand was a broken conch shell.  I bent, retrieved it and then caught my breath as I noticed that wedged inside the smooth opening was a tiny, baby-sized shell.

I knew instantly that Mom had received her gift and sent one to me in return.

The broken shell is now a treasured possession, as is my new Mother and Daughter figurine called Close to Me (a Willow Tree design by Susan Lordi).

That same traveling companion–the one who has walked every heart-wrenching step with me over the past year–gave the piece to me this morning.  Her love and support is the balm that soothes the grief and brings balance to the vulnerable spots in my heart.

Today is nearly done as is the first year of everything without Mom. But in reality, everything that I do and see and experience, is with Mom, if I nurture that connection.

I like knowing that she stays close to me, for now and for always.