All posts tagged: time

From My Higher Self, To Me, With Love

You are exactly where you’re meant to be, right here, right now. Not in the past, not in the future… Right here, right now, in this moment. It is only this moment. Yes, you are a spiritual being in a physical body, you are capable of perceiving non-physically, but in this current reality, in this particular moment of the Eternal Moment, your soul is co-existing and co-creating with your physical form, with your body. You must accept this; it would be delusional not to! The evidence is under your nose… Indeed, your nose is a part of the evidence. Therefore, be here, right now. Learn the lessons you came here to learn. Yes, you actually did choose to be born into a Catholic family. You chose all of your circumstances, and you are continuously creating your reality. You created this moment of writing knowing that otherwise your mind would burst; you wisely gave yourself this outlet. Trust that you are exactly where you’re meant to be and that you’re living exactly what your soul needs …

She

She felt herself a victim of the world, of this cruel and unequal place into which she was born without a say. She was told she had to conform to society, but society was difficult and unfair and chaotic, and not at all what her mind, body, and soul required to achieve that inner peace to which she was told she must strive. There were too many pressures, constantly and from all sides, enough to make any human go mad. She thought herself a fighter, always seeking to do justice, but felt cut short not by her own faults, rather by a lack of resources. She craved time, yet never felt she could afford to make it. She would watch others attempt to follow their dreams and would think, “Oh, what fools!” She would see them fail and fall and dust themselves off and try, try again, and again, and again, until finally she would stop paying attention from the dizziness it caused her. Whenever she paused to think and re-consider her path in life …

Choosing Not To Choose

Choices. I wrote this word down after a conversation I had at Glide, the place where a few of us volunteer once a week to help serve breakfast to the homeless in the Tenderloin neighborhood in San Francisco. We were wondering if there was any way to simplify the process of serving food so that it would be easier both for the staff, as well as for the clients. While casually brainstorming ideas, Brando, the manager of the Free Daily Meals Program, made an interesting comment: those that come to Glide don’t have the privilege of making choices throughout their day. They go about their lives depending on the goodwill of others. “Most of the time, they don’t even get to choose where they go to the bathroom,” he said, and it’s true. A lot of us can walk into a Starbucks to use the restroom, but if any of the people that go to Glide try to do the same, they will be rejected 95% of the time solely based on appearance. This obviously …

When Was The Last Time?

Close your eyes and take a deep breath. And another one. Feel your ribs expand as your lungs fill themselves with air, then feel them contract as you exhale. Another deep breath. No, that wasn’t the beginning of a yoga class. That was me trying to make you aware of something we do so naturally at each moment that we take it for granted. Do you realize what a blessing it is to not have to consciously think about breathing? That our bodies and minds silently and relentlessly do the work for us? When was the last time you stopped to be thankful and appreciative? Consider the rest of your life, as well. Consider everything you’re going through, good and bad. Are you able to recognize the blessings being poured out to you amidst it all? When was the last time you paused and took it all in? With the holidays around the corner, I urge you to take some time out for yourself, to get back in touch with everything you are, and to be thankful …

Forces of Nature

My bed was shaking, but I wasn’t moving. As I opened my eyes, I thought “there’s someone here.” Looking around, I noticed that, in fact, I was alone, but something else was happening: the walls were moving, too. Everything in my room was vibrating, and I wasn’t responsible for it. It was a rolling-type of shaking, the kind that starts slowly and then grows in strength. I was scared… More scared than I’ve been in an incredibly long time. Being asleep didn’t help to understand what was going on until after it ended. My first earthquake caught me in the comforts of dreamland, but left me in shock. It was a magnitude of 6.0, and the epicenter was an hour and a half north of San Francisco, which means I only experienced roughly 10 seconds of force. Simply thinking about the fact that a 7.0 magnitude earthquake is ten-times the force of what I lived is absolutely mind-blowing. I would like to never live that again (God, you can count that as a prayer). In …

Giving

Giving. Giving. Giving. Giving. The word has been tumbling around in my mind lately, pushing me, clawing at me, peeling away at layers I’ve tried to conceal. Unfortunately, I’ve struggled to shake the feeling that I’m simply tired of giving… That I’ve had enough of it all. I hate this feeling. As humans, are we even allowed to entertain it? Certainly, I don’t think it’s fair that I do, yet it’s that time again when all I’ve been wishing for is to be able to pause a few areas of my life and just lay down to rest, with no pressure to give of my time, energy, faith, love, patience, effort, etc., to anyone or anything. None of that. A vacation from giving, if you will. But as they say: we are our own worst enemies. In my mind, there is no possibility of rest. It’s simply not acceptable. I have to continue on, never stopping, never faltering, always giving and giving everything and all that others require of me, all the time, without ceasing. …

Go Do

How would you define “love”? When I look up the definition on Dictionary.com, I’m given the following options: noun 1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person 2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend. 3. sexual passion or desire. 4. a person toward whom love is felt; a beloved person; sweetheart. I understand that coming up with just one, solid answer for a concept so complex is not realistic; however, am I the only one that’s not satisfied with these options? Allow me to share an excerpt from a beautiful blog post that was shared with me (I will think of it as “paying it forward”): “Love isn’t an emotion or even a noun. It’s a verb. Better defined as giving. As putting someone else’s needs above your own.” Love is a verb. Love is something that you do to another human being, not just something that you feel. That is probably the simplest, yet most powerful phrase I’ve read in an extremely long time. Of course, …

Why Waste Time?

For most of our lives, we convince ourselves that Time abounds. We assume we are invincible and immortal, unbothered by thoughts of anything else existing outside of our immediate reality. Until, of course, we experience “moments of impact,” the ones that shake us down to the core and make us re-think absolutely everything. That is when we learn the most about life and its inner workings. Of the numerous lessons I’ve learned in the past few months, this one is my favorite: not being our true selves always is the real waste of Time. I used to hold myself back around certain people for fear of making them feel uncomfortable. I would do my best to fit into whatever mold they had designated for me, however it was that they wanted me to act. I led my mind to believe that if I did this, they would like me and accept me. Yet, I eventually realized how vain that sounded. I wasn’t being honest with myself. Did I really care enough about the other person …