Hello!
I love you.
You.
The person reading these words right now.
I.
Love.
You.
You are an amazing being, who deserves all the love in the world. It matters not to me, who you think yourself to be. You are worthy of love. I hope you are able to feel and hold that truth for yourself.
Oh! Oh! OH! My dear and wonderful friends. We are surrounded by so much dis-ease and soul-crushing energies in our world. I know many of you struggle with life, in one way or another. It is so easy to get pulled down, to let negativity take hold, and to lash out at others when we are hurting. That is one of the reasons I started the Outpouring.
What is the Outpouring?
Before I get to what, let me start with how it came to be. Last week I was sick. I picked up the flu, I work with college students, so it was bound to happen. There's a rule at work, not coming in until you have been fever free for 24 hours. So, when I woke up fever free and feeling better, I still couldn't go to work. So, I had a life changing day instead. I'm not going to go into details, that's not what this post is about, but I will say this much, never turn down and opportunity to open up. Change and wonder can come from anywhere.
The energy of that day was expansive. I was reminded by so many of my wonderful friends that I was loved and why I was loved. My heart just burst with joy and gratitude.
As I was trying to fall asleep that night, I just could not do it. My poor, still recovering body, needed the rest, so I stayed in bed. But I wanted to jump up, get on the computer and start writing on the wall of every single one of my friends, telling each one why I love them.
It was so wonderful to finally fall asleep, wrapped in that cocoon of love and light. In the morning I emerged viewing the world just a little bit differently.
I started pondering how I could actually write on everyone's walls and really I had to ask if I wanted to send love to everyone. You see. While I love everyone and everyone deserves love. I can get in my own way when it comes to loving them. Maybe they say things I don't like, maybe they have said or done things to me that I don't like. Does that diminish their worthiness of being loved? No. It does not. Every being on this planet, no matter how I may feel about them, is deserving of an Outpouring of love.
Not a conditional love, that says, you do this or be this, then you are deserving of love. As soon as I say that I am placing my expectations on them, for who they should be or how they should act in order to receive love from me. I am placing conditions.
Love.
The energy of LOVE.
That energy carries no conditions.
That is the love that I am tapping into for this project.
Back to Outpouring. Next to me on my desk, I have a bowl made by a wonderful being. In that bowl I have placed the names and faces of every one of my Facebook friends. Now. I know I have friends who are not on FB, I'll be including them as well and get the messages to them offline. And if I add any friends while I working on this project, they will for sure go in the bowl as well!
Each day, from today until... well, until the bowl runs dry, I am going to draw a name, or two, or four, or six. It will really depend on the day and how much time I have. I don't want to rush this, I want to extend care to each person I draw. Hold their name, remember them, how we met, why we became friends, and what I love about them.
I am planning on using a hashtag so that everyone can read what I write each day, if you so desire. The hashtag is #ktoutpouring I checked it out on FB and it is unique to this project.
So my friends, I am off to draw the first name and get this Outpouring of Love rolling!
Blessings on each of you!
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Perspective
I'm sitting on the ridge, feeling the last warmth of the day on my face. Watching a gentle, ever so slight breeze dancing through the tall grasses and changing leaves.
Green turns to yellow, turns to brown. Flowers dry and seeds fall to the ground. Hoping for wind to cover them with soil while they wait for spring. Spring, the chance at life, a time for growth.
But it is not spring. It is autumn. It is fall. When life starts to fade in beautiful bursts of color. A last gasp of joy before the cold barren winter.
Days grow short. We turn inward.
Resting.
Breathing.
Renewing.
Allowing the rhythm of life to restore us. Feed us. Comfort us. Prepare us for another season of growth.
How we rest, how we renew. That is up to us. We can charge head long into a season meant for resting, drain our energy, going against the call of time. We were meant to go with the flow of time. Not against it, not squeezing every previous minute dry of its vitality.
Each moment.
Each breath.
That is where life is. Not in the moment before and not in the moment to come.
In this moment.
See.
Feel.
Hear.
Know.
This moment.
The sun is setting.
Open to the magic of the moment.
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