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allowing ourselves to float


We would appreciate some of that cheese you’re eating

We listed our home for sale last week*. When the idea first came to me, it seemed frightening. The thought, “How can we sell our home when we don’t have another to move to?” screamed in my head, almost commanding me to back down. But it was followed by a deeper voice that said, “You are not selling your home today. You are listing it for sale. This is step 1”.

Jack was in agreement with listing our home, until we started to get phone calls and appointments for showings, and then he began to echo the sentiment of my earlier fear, so I just repeated what was given to me and said, “We did not sell our home, we listed it for sale. This was only our first step. If it isn’t right for us, nothing will happen, but if it is right, then step 2 will be given and we’ll take that then.”

This felt so right to me, but he didn’t even seem to take the concept in, and kept saying, “We can’t move without knowing where we are going!”

The spiritual teacher, Byron Katie, once said, “If you want fear and terror on purpose, get a future” and that was where Jack was. He was not staying in the moment, in the now, on step 1…if the steps could be numbered, he was probably on step 13, and it didn’t look good. In his vision we were pitiful, homeless, and broke, living from hand-to-mouth, begging for food for our animals and ourselves. I’m exaggerating here…but only a little.

After 3 days of utter agony, refusing to listen to anything that I offered, he talked with a friend who was able to bring him back to his center and the knowing that he only need stay in the moment and trust the larger part of himself. He needed to remember that he wouldn’t be led down a merry path, only to be dropped at the end.


Trust. Trust in what?


Over the past few months, I’ve been led to a new awareness of the Goodness that surrounds us all; the Goodness that we are an intricate, intimate part of, and so I have begun to trust in a new way that all really is well and that my part is to show up, be open, take action when it feels like I’m being asked to do so, and stay away from any fearful-mind stories. I’m not saying that those fearful thoughts don’t enter my consciousness, because they do, but they are different now. They don’t hold the same energy as before and I can see them for what they are…phantoms of old beliefs.

I want to live my life as if it is a grand adventure and I cannot do this if I need to plan out each step. But seriously, even if I, or you, or Jack, could plan out each step of our lives, would Life conform to that? When has that really ever happened, and is it even an adventure if by some chance “it” did turn out exactly as we planned?

And there is also the idea that anything that I (Mary Muncil, the little me) plan has to be teeny tiny compared to what the whole of me (divine mind combined with all of the other divine minds that make up ALL THAT IS) has in store.

This is the SELF that I trust.

Many years ago, I picked up the book, Illusions, by Richard Bach and was completely floored by the introduction, which I share with you below.

Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great crystal river. The current of the river swept silently over them all — young and old, rich and poor, good and evil — the current going its own way, knowing only its own crystal self.

Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks of the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting the current was what each had learned from birth.

But one creature said at last, “I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.”

The other creatures laughed and said, “Fool! Let go, and that current you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed against the rocks, and you will die quicker than boredom!”

But the one heeded them not, and taking a breath did let go, and at once was tumbled and smashed by the current across the rocks.

Yet in time, as the creature refused to cling again, the current lifted him free from the bottom, and he was bruised and hurt no more.

And the creatures downstream, to whom he was a stranger, cried, “See a miracle! A creature like ourselves, yet he flies! See the messiah, come to save us all!”

And the one carried in the current said, “I am no more messiah than you. The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure….”


  • Introduction to the book, Illusions, by Richard Bach


*our home is listed on Zillow, 148 Dunbar Rd. Cambridge, NY 12816. There are lots of photographs. If you would like more information, feel free to email me at mmuncil@verizon.net.

Also, Jack and I are showing our work (44 pieces in total) from August 19th through Labor Day, at Gallery 668 in Battenville, NY. The opening is August 19th from 4-6 p.m. We will both be there as well as a number of other artists. For more information, feel free to email me at mmuncil@verizon.net


preview of some of our work at 668 GALLERY

I never noticed…

Ben jumped on my lap this morning as I sat here trying to write...a very sweet surprise!

Ben jumped on my lap this morning as I sat here trying to write…a very sweet surprise!

A few nights ago, Jack and I watched a documentary about a very talented artist and his journey from poverty to wealth and success. He was likeable, humble, and confident, but they also interviewed his wife, and she said something that really made me think.

At one point in this man’s career, he had a manager who took advantage of him financially by severely underpaying him and keeping a lot of his original artwork. When the artist and his wife found this out, they took action by firing the man, and sought help from someone they’d known in the business for years. The artist was immediately hired by his old contact and paid appropriately. In time, even the stolen artwork was returned. And yet, what struck me, was his wife’s perspective about what had happened. She basically said, that what she learned out of this was that you had to watch your back, be wary of people, not be too trusting or naive, and that she had lost faith in people.

My thought was, “Really?” What I saw was this: As soon as they realized they needed help, it was there. Yes, they were deceived (by one man) but they were also taken care of, and helped, by many more.

In one scenario, people are not to be trusted (especially when money is involved), life is precarious, uncertain and unkind. In another, people are trustworthy, helpful, generous, and life eventually restores to us what is rightfully ours. …even if it takes a little time, even when we don’t believe that it will, even when we make mistakes in judgement, even when we are careless or clueless, there is still a powerfully benevolent force moving us forward if we are even a little bit open to the Good (which they certainly were). They both seemed like nice people who were trying to live right.

We tell stories about our lives like they were the “truth”, and yet they are only one perspective. One perspective, often formed from a disappointment, trauma or tragedy.

For years the story in my family was that my father never followed through on promises and that he couldn’t be counted on. I thought that I had dropped this story but it surfaced again the other day. The incident that triggered it was trivial, but I found myself basically saying to Jack, “It’s hard for me to believe that you will do what you say you’re going to, because I grew up in a home where there was no follow-through”. Right after I said it I thought, “That has been my story for 50 years”. Growing up, the story in my home was, “You cannot trust your father”, so I didn’t trust him and I didn’t notice when he did trustworthy things.

The conscious mind acts like a filter. Its job is to present to us a consistent picture of reality, so it will filter out all information that doesn’t fit its conception of that reality. When we look at life primarily though thought and conscious mind, we do not see the big picture, even when the bigger picture is much better.

When I saw this old story the other day, it was followed by the thought, “It is time to tell a new story about what my father did right.” My father did break some promises but he kept so many more. It’s just that the ones he kept weren’t talked about. We always had a warm home. We always had food, clothing and even fun things to do. He mostly showed up. He followed through with most things, but since most of these things were not talked about they weren’t noticed.

As I sat there quietly, I thought, “From this moment forward, I am making the choice to notice the good, the trustworthy, and the best, not only in my father, but in all people,in all of life. I am ready for a new story.”

“The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.” pg. 177 from, Illusions, by Richard Bach

Up, up and away….finding our wings

Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you’ll see the way to fly. Richard Bach

I read the quote above this morning and thought, “And especially don’t believe what your eyes are telling you (or your thoughts are telling you) when you are angry, pessimistic, afraid, worried or you are just plain tired, or in a bad mood.” It’s just such a bad habit (that I admit to as well) to try to solve problems when you don’t feel good. We think that if we could just take care of “it” then we would feel better, and yet because we don’t have access to high-level solutions (from that very low point of view) so often we just make more trouble for ourselves.

One thing that works for me (when I choose to discipline my mind enough to try it) is to say “Everything is perfect right now. The solution  to this______ is working itself out and will soon be revealed in a way that will delight me. There is no problem here.” Stating this over and over to myself, I feel my energy improve and suddenly, the thing that felt like an overwhelming problem, becomes lighter.

If there is something going on in your life that feels “stuck”, why not try the affirmation above over this weekend?

Fred in his “cat pen”…a good solution for a guy who can’t find his way home

a cheese plate

a perfect little....cheese plate?

I saw this antique, covered cheese plate the other day. The space underneath the dome isn’t big, but I figured I could put a small wheel of some sort of soft cheese in it, or cut other varieties to fit….it was cute and inexpensive so I bought it.  But it seems there is a better use for it…one that I could not have imagined. It is perfect for rescuing the mice and snakes that our cats bring inside. I found that I could easily cover the critter up and then slide the pink dust pan underneath it (without hurting it, because I could see if part of it was getting trapped) and then bring it outside to be released. Fred and Eleanor had a snake in the living room a couple of days ago, and within a minute I had it securely under the dome!

about to be returned to the wild outdoors!

I didn’t really need a covered cheese dish, but I really needed a way to capture critters….the universe always provides. Sometimes we just need to expand our minds to see the solution.

“Every problem has a gift for you in its hands.” Richard Bach