Heart Connections

2011 Word #2

Source–one of my three words of focus for 2011, the other two being Intention and Order. Readers of this blog may recall that I’ve sworn off new-year resolutions and decided instead this year to let God impress upon me three words to study, absorb and live by.

I spent a good deal of time with Intention over the first six weeks or so of the year and I’m getting a decent handle on the strength of the word in my life. I wrote then that setting an intention places a commitment right in front of me. In fact, I can envision holding the intention between my outstretched hands and then feel my heart bestowing its blessing.

Once blessed, the intention is released, surrendered to the universe.

Reviewing the power of an intention is a great segue into Source since an all-knowing Source is always behind my humble intentions.

As I write about Source, one big dog and one little dog lounging beside me, I’m thinking about the word as an origination point. Everything I see, feel and experience, in this moment and in past and future moments, has a starting thought, an instance of beginning. 

Everything you see, feel and experience, everything my neighbor sees, feels and experiences, heck, even what my dogs and your dogs and my neighbor’s dogs see feel and experience has an instant of fruition. 

Without getting too woo-woo, it occurs to me that all of those markers of a beginning are in addition to the origin of me, you, my neighbor and my dogs. We experience origination points out there–in our sensory world–and inside–as the origination of all our new ideas, inspirations and interpretations.

A phenomenal creative process, don’t you think?

My point is not to try to enumerate what can’t possibly be counted or tallied.  There is no keeping score or tracing back originating instances to their first inception.  There is no examination of intersections as if we’re creating one gigantic genealogical tree.

What is the point then?

The point is there is no point.  Literally.  There can’t be.  There is, however, Source.

Isn’t this fun?  I love this kind of contemplation!  I also love this simple, humble thought:

In the beginning, God.

There is nothing else.  Only one source, one Power, one God.  And, since there is nothing else, there is no opposite.  There is only God.

You may call the Source something else entirely.  Terrific!  In fact, good for you for taking that stand.  I choose God as the defining, overarching word for Source because it’s a palindrome of Dog and I love dogs.  You may have noticed but in case you’ve forgotten, here’s a small reminder.

Political journalist turned Unity minister, Ellen Debenport, in her book The Five Principles, A Guide to Practical Spirituality, writes, “Principle One affirms that God is all there is.  God is omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent–not all powerful but all power, not all knowing but all knowledge, and present everywhere.

“God is the stars, the rocks, the animals, the people.  God is the love, the creativity, the wisdom that human beings express.  All that we are and have is God, and we can never be separate from that universal power.”

Beautiful words and thank you, Ellen, for your soul-touching work. 

Thank you, too, dear readers, for carrying an energetic torch with which to join all other light emanating from Source.

In the beginning, God . . .

The Personality of a Greyhound

IMG_2398Baylor came to live with us about a month ago.  His retiring wisdom and calm demeanor, especially learning to deal with Jazzy, the spit-fire Jack Russell, inspire me.

Baylor is a nine-year-old, former racing greyhound.

He is the epitome of adaptability and flexibility. To go from chasing rabbits around a track to urban loft living, via suburban homes in Houston and Austin, is quite a twist in his dog life.

But style and grace are in-bred. I used to say that my goal in life was to be as flexible as Gumby. Now I want to grow up and be just like Baylor.

His role modeling for dealing with change equals any two-legged I’ve known. In a month’s time, his whole world shifted, including his people (one remains a constant), his place, his perspective and his pals.

Gone are the days when a door would be opened for him to romp in the backyard freely chasing squirrels. Today his purview is floor-to-ceiling windows, orthopedic dog-beds and four-a-day walks along our canal or beside Lake Carolyn.

His social life has improved significantly. Just this morning he went nose-to-nose with a little terrier, smaller than those rabbits he used to chase. The terrier was curious about running into a horse and Baylor quietly acknowledged the sniff of greeting. He accepts the hellos of small dogs, pit bulls, labs and even poodles with equanimity, a character trait this person aspires to.

I’ve had other similarly dispositioned dogs step through my life. I’ve also had other high-spirited dogs that rival my Jazzy. I love them all and am grateful for their paw prints on my heart.

Each of them has modeled behavior I wish to emulate. But the ones who imprint my soul are the ones whose eyes hold the history and mystery of great love.

Baylor is one of those dogs.

We’ve Landed on WordPress!

It’s not quite a giant leap for mankind, but my writing life has taken a giant step forward.

As I write this at 7:30 p.m., there is a young man named Satish who may be just waking up on Thursday morning in India.  Satish and I have become Facebook friends, Twitter buddies and WordPress kin.

Two new hearts have connected in space and Satish’s heart is certainly generous.  In the course of four days (and the intricacies of time zones), he has transformed B Here Today from a hobby blog to a professional, “run-with-the-big-dogs” site.

I feel like the dream of linking hearts through shared stories of passion and presence has passed through a momentous growth stage.

And, B Here Today, even in its infancy, is accomplishing what I hoped it would:  creating loving connections that flourish in their focus on linking in the here and now.

I am amazed and awed by this venue of connecting one with another by clicking on words in the limitless blogosphere.  It’s a heady experience, a grand opportunity and a humble responsibility.

My own heart brims with excitement as I end this day that has been wholly different from yesterday.  Many thanks to Satish for implementing my inspiration.

To my readers, past, present and future:  come back often to share your stories of presence and passion.

The blog will steadily expand and shift–I’m always open to your suggestions–and my prayer is that connections will be made and lives will change through the sharing of our collective experience, strength and hope. 

B well on your journey!  To the moon and beyond!

Six Months Ago Today

“If we live by the Spirit, let us also be guided by the Spirit.”  Gal. 5:25

This scripture is a part of The Daily Word’s Guidance piece today and this post is a sort-of rubber-meets-the-road response.

How many of us can say that we live the by Spirit?  A good majority, myself included.  Most people I know in recovery have, in our lingo, “turned our will and our lives over to the care of God.”

In my experience, living by the Spirit and living by the Spirit are vastly different.  The first simply requires speaking the words, going about your life and when something devastating occurs, assume that God is punishing you.  

The second is a whole lot tougher because it means taking responsibility for my choices and my actions.  While God is responsible for creating everything, I believe He abdicates responsibility of my choices. 

However, if I embrace the second half of the scripture, “let us also be guided by the Spirit,” and I place all my meditative focus on those words, then what I get increases exponentially.

I get the gifts of being sober, of being of service (my friend Angela reminded me that this blog is a kind of service), the gift of being present to the circumstances of my day, the gift of smiling and the gift of feeling peace in the midst of a personal crisis. 

Today is the six-month anniversary of Mom’s death.   While I still miss her intensely, as I told Dad earlier today, when I think of her, most times I smile in my heart instead of feeling overwhelming sad.  He agreed and said, “It’s better.  It will never be good, but it’s better.”

Well said, Dad.  It looks as if the rubber not only met the road, the tread gripped the pavement and we’re rolling along, with peace and even joy flashing by the open windows.

Let it Be Christmas!

“Seize every day as an adventure and your spirit will soar when you discover the wonderful surprises life has to offer.” This little ditty comes from a beautiful note card left in my hotel room in Columbus, OH.

As I sit in my writer’s chair this morning, feeling the presence of Christ deep in my marrow, I continue to ponder and meditate on this thing called Christmas.

I say “thing” because that word to me summarizes the commercialization and consumerism of Christmas. For many, Christmas is a business and quite a money-maker.

Unity has provided a spiritual tool for me—the Advent booklet. This is the year that I am really examining what Christmas means to me. I was really in no condition to undertake it last year, having just left everything familiar to me a few months prior, my home, family and friends and my most significant relationship.

This is the year. I’m not going to my childhood home, for the first time in my life I won’t be celebrating Christmas with my family of origin. And yet I will because of my realizations about Christmas.

Rev Ed Townley writes in his article, “A Metaphysical Interpretation of the Christmas Story,” “Metaphysically, what we celebrate each Christmas is . . . the birth of Christ awareness. What Jesus brought to us was a spark of new light, new possibility—light that shines through the darkness of human confusion and illuminates, the spiritual truth of who we are.”

I am growing in my belief that Christmas is a deeply personal experience. It is ceremonial in nature, I think, as it involves placing my soul—my truest of selves—on the altar of my inner being. From there, in the parts of me I’ve laid down, space is created for a re-birthing to occur. The Christ child’s birth symbolizes my new birth into a new way of existing.

The entire concept goes back to the quote from the hotel card—Am I living fully? Am I embracing my God-self? Do I feel the unity and connection to all the other God creatures I encounter today?

In this moment my heart whispers a prayer of thanks for this spiritual awakening, for the expanding understanding of the universal life purpose—to grow in love of self, each other and every hidden and revealed source of life.

Let it be Christmas.

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