The world is for me…. and for you

Noah watching

Noah 

I forgot to breath today…but I found myself breathing anyway. I forgot to grow my hair, beat my heart, or circulate my blood…but they all worked just the way they were supposed to, even though I didn’t consciously do them. As a matter of fact, with the exception of breathing, I don’t do any of the other functions that my body so easily performs day in and day out. And truly, I don’t know how I take a deep breath. Sure, I have the thought, “breath” and then I do it, but what is a thought? How does that work?

The leap that I have been taking lately is to trust that my life is working, opportunities are coming, circumstances and events are showing up, even when I have no clue how this is happening. I am moving into the realization that my life is “being done” by the much larger part of me and that my part is to show up; open, relaxed, and ready to take action when I know that the action is being directed by my larger self. If someone needs me, I trust that I will be led to them, or them to me.

I heard a wonderful talk by Alan Watts several days ago and he basically said, “The larger part of us, the part of us that is connected to everything, and everyone, is omnipotent and omniscient. We are a part of that field so we don’t have to know how to do something to do it.” It is impossible to figure out the “hows”, and if I think that my life needs to make sense (to my conscious mind) and that I need to get everything figured out before I make a move, then the world I’m living in is way too small, since it doesn’t include any variable beyond what my puny little mind can conjure up.

I cannot figure out how miracles, magic, mystery, healing, or love happen. When I look back over my life and notice where these wonders have occurred, one consistent theme prevails: none were orchestrated by me (my conscious mind). All seemed to come from some other place. I do not have to figure out what this place is to trust in it.

“I perceived that I wouldn’t have to go out and search for what I was supposed to do, it would unfold before me….but I wouldn’t have to pursue anything or work at figuring out how I was going to achieve it. I simply had to allow it to unfold. To access this state of allowing, the only thing I had to do was to be myself!” Anita Moorjani, from her book, Dying to be me, (talking about the revelation she had during her near death experience)

 

Help is here, now

 

Mary and I having a wonderful lunch at the Upriver Cafe in Latke Luzern NY

Mary and I having a wonderful lunch at the Upriver Cafe in Lake Luzerne NY

I was supposed to pick up my niece from the airport a few days ago and for some reason I left the house late. I don’t like to be late, as a matter of fact, I’d rather be early and wait. When I think I’m going to be late I feel anxiety well up inside and no matter how many times I tell myself to relax, take it easy, no big deal, some unconscious part of me thinks it is a big deal to be late.

About half way through the trip, I took a turn that I hoped would be a shortcut and as soon as I made it, I began to doubt the decision. My anxiety escalated and I felt worse and worse until I said out loud, “I need help”. I turned on the radio and the words, “I can’t stand this indecision, married to a lack of vision….” were playing. Exactly what I needed to hear….the answer to my prayer was being broadcast into my car.

I realized that I had been thinking about what I didn’t want: being late, imagining Mary getting off the plane, looking around for me, forlornly getting her bags, thinking I didn’t care enough to be on time. This was the scenario I was playing in my head. No wonder I felt bad.

I took a deep breath and thought of the “vision” that I would like to see; me standing at the gate and Mary smiling when we saw each other. From that moment on, I kept replaying the new scene in my mind (although the old one kept trying to push in).  I did make it to the airport on time.

Help is all around us, all of the time. 24/7, it is as close as our breath, our heartbeat, our next thought, the words playing on the radio, ….the ways that our larger self (the Divine Self that is always connected to All) tries to help us are endlessly varied and always available. Just remember to ask …..and then listen….and then do what it says to do!

 

“Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing” Arundhati Roy*

 

* Thank you Liz for this wonderful quote! I loved it so much that I painted my version of it, and it is for sale on MY ARTWORK  page

"She is on her way" acrlic on 2 boards (with nest and bird 'inside')

“She is on Her Way” acrylic on 2 boards (with nest and bird ‘inside’)

 

 

 

 

This entry was posted on August 5, 2014. 8 Comments

I love “us”

Noah napping

Noah napping

It’s no secret to any of you who read my blog on a regular basis that correct spelling and grammar are not my thing. I wish that they were but although I know that I could (well, I think that I could) work really hard and learn the rules, and all of the exceptions, I am probably not going to. I saw a quote on Facebook the other day that said, “Grammar: the difference between knowing your shit and knowing you’re shit”, and I cracked up.

It must be a challenge for those of you who do know your grammar to read some of my posts. I image you good grammar people saying, “Why did she put a semi colon there? What about all of those commas? and spaces where they don’t belong? My god, doesn’t Mary know any of these rules?” If you are one of these good grammar people then I thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me here and not pulling your hair out declaring, “I’m sorry. She might have a good message but I cannot get beyond her poor grammar”. And I really mean this.

One of my biggest challenges in life is not correcting someone if I see/hear them doing something wrong (or what I think is wrong). I am also very thankful that there are people who know things and have talent in areas that I don’t have. I am currently working on a large project and I marvel at the skills of my friend Rick and my son Tom who see in ways that I don’t even think in. It makes even more aware of how much we all need each other.

Thank you everyone for being a part of this blog. Thank you for your presence, thoughts, ideas, and contributions (both in writing and in thought). I could not do this without you.

“Non nobis solum nati sumus (Not for ourselves alone are we born)” Marcus Tullius Cicero

 

My latest painting (Carpe Diem 4 or Seize the Play!) was so much fun to do! It is for sale on the MY ARTWORK page of this blog .

My latest painting (Carpe Diem 4 or Seize the Play!) was so much fun to do! It is for sale on the MY ARTWORK page of this blog .

The best day of my life

Today (acrylic on old 2-piece board)

Today (acrylic on very old wood)*

Yesterday was the best day of my life. I got up early and took my cup of strong, black, coffee outside where I sat on my very soft upholstered chair (that barely fits on our tiny front porch) and said, “Today is the best day of my life.” I’ve been doing that for a few weeks now, and when I remember, I also say it during the day.

It seems to open new ways of seeing….like the magic words, “Open Sesame”. I consider these words, “Today is the best day of my life” a prayer. I am setting an intention and alerting myself to be watchful for the wonderful things of life that are just waiting to be recognized.

I don’t say these words because I have just bounded out of bed full of the feeling of joyful expectation. i say them because this is how I want to be…and as I repeat them I do begin to feel an inner change. Coincidentally (and I do not believe that anything is coincidental) some incredible opportunities have presented themselves in the past few weeks.

So as I say good morning to all of you today, I wonder if you’d like to join me in saying, “Today is the best day of my life!” It costs nothing to try…except of course a possible confrontation with that egoic mind which might say back, “How can you say that? Your life is a mess! It’s easy for Mary to say or someone else (anyone but you) but your life is far from good and this day can’t possibly be the best. You’ll be lucky if it isn’t the worst!” …thank god you don’t have to feel a certain way to call it into being.

We have the power to change our minds (and our lives) through our thoughts and words, and knowing that, I will boldly claim, (as I sit here writing on my couch, fully aware that after I post this, I’ll be cleaning up the mess that our elderly kitty, Noah, just vomited in the corner of our living room) “Today is the best day of my life!”

 

Words  are singularly the most powerful force available to humanity. We can choose to use this force constructively with words of encouragement, or destructively using words of despair. Words have energy and power with the ability to help, to heal…..” Yehuda Berg

 

* this painting, along with a few others, is for sale on MY ARTWORK page

 

 

A wonderful life

Summer nap

Fred, Esther, Bodhi and Noah taking a summer nap

It has taken me most of my life to realize that if I have a problem with something or someone then I have a problem. The “problem” is mine and the problem is always with my thinking.  I’ve heard this stated in 100 different ways but one of my favorites was something I heard Edween Gaines (a Unity minister) say, “If I see a problem with anyone, it is my vision that needs correcting”.

For a while, I thought this meant that I was the only screwed up person, no one else did anything wrong, and I needed to change so I would feel love toward them. This seemed like an impossible task. …and it was.

What I have come to see is that everyone really is perfect. Just because I don’t like the way they are acting, how they are treating me, or others, doesn’t mean that my vision of how they should behave is the right one. That is arrogance in the extreme…and ego running the show.

I am the only one who can determine what is right for me. If I’m around someone who is perpetually hostile or unpleasant and I choose to stay, how can I blame them? How can I call their behaviour wrong? If I want them to change, so I can be happy then I am trying to make them into the image of perfection that I like. Again, arrogance in the extreme.

But knowing that everyone is living the life of their choice (which I have no right to judge) also means that I can leave them, or ask them to leave, or not invite them into my life, without assuming that they are wrong.

I know a woman who stays married to an unhappy, disconnected, mean-spirited, man because she feels like she need to accept him as he is. And she has suffered for years over his behaviour. She has contorted herself 1000 different ways to get him to love her, while all the time ignoring her own pain, which is saying, “Make a new choice for yourself”.

Her ego is in charge but she thinks she is being “spiritual” by staying, while it is so clear, from the outside (and isn’t it always so easy to see from the outside!) that the most loving thing that she could do for herself and him is to leave. He is perfect just the way he is. It is clear that he isn’t perfect for her but she stays because she thinks that he is someone who needs her to fix him. She vacillates between feeling sorry for him, and being angry at him, and he just continues along ignoring her as she continues to ignore her dreams for a happy life.

Dare to dream of a happy life. See it, love it, become it…and that vision will guide and direct you in ways that you could never figure out, manipulate or plan. Trust that you were meant to live a wonderful life.

 

“Everyone is perfect, just as they are, but there are some people whose perfection I choose not to be around.” Edween Gaines

This entry was posted on July 22, 2014. 6 Comments

If you want a new world, ask a new question

A New World Today

A New World Today*

I’ve had the chance to spend some time with someone lately who seems to dislike me….quite a bit. I’ve heard a lot of people say things like, “I don’t care what anyone thinks about me”, or similar statements, but this isn’t my experience. I do care what people think about me, even though I know (deep down) that it isn’t any of my business, and even though I cannot change what other people think, there is still a part of me that wants everyone to like me, even if I don’t really like them.

So I found myself asking the futile question, “Why doesn’t he like me?” and my ego was happy to oblige me with many reasons, and I was still left, in the end, feeling bad. None of the things my mind came up with felt right. So I asked myself another question, “Do I really like him?” and the answer was yes, which meant I had to keep looking for the reason for my inner discomfort.

Once I was able to get a little distance from the emotional rat’s nest (that my mind had become trying to figure him out) I saw the answer and knew it was the truth because I felt a deep sense of relief: I really like this person, I really don’t like me around this person. I don’t like who I become around him. I try too hard to impress him. I try too hard to make him like me. I try too hard…..and so the relationship feels difficult…because I am not at ease within myself.

This isn’t a new revelation. I know about enough about projection, and the psychological theories of human relationships and the ego, to fill an ocean. But I still get caught in the trap of thinking that something or someone outside of me can make me feel a certain way….and when I do that, I am lost. So where to go? Back to myself. What I am thinking?  The answer is always there.

“When a thought hurts, that’s the signal that it isn’t true.” Byron Katie

* this new painting and several others are for sale on the MY ARTWORK PAGE (feel free to email me with any questions, mmuncil@verizon.net)

trusting in a plan that I cannot see

The baby mouse

Bernadette

Jack was cleaning out the garage the other day and emptied an old cardboard box, which he thought had junk in it, into the trash barrel, only to find, to his distress, a mouse-nest at the bottom. The mother jumped from the box into the rose bushes leaving a small, baby mouse at the bottom of the box. Not knowing what to do, Jack put the baby into the bushes at the same spot where the mother had seemed to go, but he felt terrible. The baby still had closed eyes and just a little fur.

We decided there wasn’t anything we could do, and hoped that the mother would return for her baby. An hour later, I heard one of our cats, Bodhi, making that cry (the sound that means he has caught something) and I went outside and saw him with the little mouse. My heart fell. I went back inside, but Bodhi’s meows persisted so I went out again, and then something amazing happened.

Bodhi looked at me, picked up the baby mouse (which was on the ground in front of him) trotted up the steps, and deposited it at my feet. When he was satisfied that I was going to take the mouse, he trotted away. I gently picked it up and could tell that it was unharmed. Bodhi had gone into the thickest, most tangled mess of old rose bushes, thorns, and undergrowth, retrieved this baby mouse, and carried it 50 feet, without even a slight injury to its tiny body.

I held this tiny creature in my hand and said to it?, “What am I going to do with you?” I didn’t think that it could live long without eating, so I sat in the studio with it in my palm, but as I looked at it I just felt like it wanted to live. It was about 9:30 a.m.and I had appointments all day, so Jack got a soft towel, and set it inside the studio (right next to the bushes where the mother had gone). We hoped that the mother would be able to find it in there and it would be safe and warm in the meantime.

When I checked on it again at 4 pm, I was hoping beyond hope that the mother had found it. She hadn’t, but it was still alive. I knew that I couldn’t take care of it myself since the next day I was going to visit my new grandson for a couple of days. Suddenly an idea came to me. Earlier this year, I’d met a man who did wildlife rehab and I wondered if he would take the mouse. The only problem was, I could only remember the town he lived in, not his name.

I went on the New York State Wild animal rescue website and tried to look through the names to see if anyone rang a bell. Finally, I just decided to call one of the names on the list and ask her if she knew of this man. It felt like a shot in the dark, because even if she did know who he was, would he take a mouse?

I left a voice message for a woman who lives about an hour from me, telling her about the mouse and asking if she knew the man I was looking for. Fifteen minutes later, she called back and said, “So you have a mouse! This is so odd. In all of the years that I’ve done wildlife rehabilitation, I’ve never gotten a call about a mouse until today, and you are the second one. When I took the first baby this morning, I was wishing that it wasn’t alone. Where do you live?”

Within an hour I was driving north to meet a woman who I can only call an angel. As I drove along, the name, Bernadette came to mind, and I thought this was a good name for my tiny friend. I arrived at the meeting spot and after filling out the official paperwork, this wonderful woman took my tiny friend home with her. Driving away, I felt like I was a part of, and a witness to, the Living Web. It brought me to tears.

The following day, as I drove to my son’s home, thinking about my precious grandson, who I would soon be holding in my arms, I also thought about the little mouse who was being cared for, and who even had a tiny friend to keep it company. I turned on the radio and was flooded with goosebumps. The song, Bernadette, was playing.

 

“Everything in life is interconnected. If we could see these connections, we would be instantly relieved of all of our fears and worries about the future.” Alan Watts