Sunday, October 15

Baby Smiles as Meditation

You know when you're having a frazzled day and something pops up in your face to get you to slow down, get back to earth, and just remember how amazing life is? Today, that something for me was a smiling baby.

In my mad dash to get all my errands done, I was up in my head rushing through the aisles of the store and running through the checklist in my head. I get that way now and again, forgetting to breathe deeply and relax into my moments. I can't even say it's the human condition or the world we live in. It's not any of that, it's forgetting to remember or overlooking the ease and flow that's always here to carry us when we remember to just slow it all down.

I look up as I push my cart around, and there he is, this little round faced ball of happiness just staring at me. The moment our eyes meet, he breaks into a huge smile like my turning to look at him was all he was waiting for, like we're bff's who haven't seen each other in ages and are about to slow-motion run to high-five each other for being so totally awesome. Instantly and uncontrollably my own face breaks out to match his joy, his tush being pushed away as his mother does her own version of dashing to get her own errands done.

Thank you for the large dose of light little pudge, you had perfect timing!

Tuesday, August 22

The End of Time: The Next Revolution in Our Understanding of the Universe

When a book clearly articulates a map of "time" that makes the most sense, you have to go get yourself a copy of that book...

“Nows within this now, rather like snapshots in an album. Each Now is separate and a world unto itself, but the richly structured Nows 'know' about one another because they literally contain one another in certain essential respects. As consciousness surveys many things at once in one Now, it is simultaneously present, at least in part, in other Nows. This awareness of many things in one could well exist in a much more pronounced form in other places in Platonia.” ― Julian Barbour


The End of Time: The Next Revolution in Our Understanding of the Universe by Julian Barbour

Saturday, July 29

Your brain hallucinates your conscious reality

Right now, billions of neurons in your brain are working together to generate a conscious experience -- and not just any conscious experience, your experience of the world around you and of yourself within it. How does this happen? According to neuroscientist Anil Seth, we're all hallucinating all the time; when we agree about our hallucinations, we call it "reality." Join Seth for a delightfully disorienting talk that may leave you questioning the very nature of your existence.

Tuesday, June 13

You dance inside my chest


In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
~Rumi

It's all about that heart-click, that little dance your heart does inside your chest. I've always wondered what that was about and what that meant. No one had to tell me it's the secret of this universe, that your heart is where dreams are born and your heart is where they are received. 

Sunday, May 14

That Still Small Voice

When That still small voice says wait, I wait
When That still small voice says march, I march
When That still small voice says bloom, I let my petals unfurl
and expose myself to the Sun
For as long as I am keeping presence of mind
For as long as I am in that instant beyond time
I can always hear that still small voice of Mine
With the whispers of this voice I act with perfect timing
I'm in the right place at the right time
Miracles flow from my fingertips
And I'm assured and confident in what will come
By this quiet nudging in my heart
I am lead, I am powered, and remain unmoved by the world's mirage
My phantom self subdued, I only hear That Voice
My projected world enlightened, I only feel That Voice
That Voice that is smaller than an atom
And as vast as the Cosmic Skies
That Voice that strikes like lighting
In the quiet spaces of my being
That weightless Voice that eliminates all that is heavy within me
That Voice, That I Am
When That still small voice says listen, I get quiet inside
And I listen to the wordless guidance of an Eternal Sun

~K

Monday, April 10

Cleansed, Refreshed…Woke

It’s right from my solar plexus that I feel the energy moving. I close my eyes and let the sway of this golden current take over everything, wash over everything, and paint the world anew in fiery shimmering hues. I am creative, simply reclined in bed I play the solar center of my universe.

Depending on the day I would swear to you that we are nothing more than chemical reactions. Or…we are Living Light masquerading as form. Or…we are blood and bones destined to bump and grind our way to our delightful graves. Depending on the day I would swear to you that I am me and you are you and we’re at our best when we’re leaving each other alone to do what we do. Depending on the day, maybe if I’ve had that second glass of wine, I’ll just stare at you dopey eyed and in love because wine, like chocolate, sends me into an oxytocin coma.

 "Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes." – Walt Whitman 

What magical contraption is this existence that I can be so contrary and so together at the same time?

I wholeheartedly love this life for the spaciousness it offers and for all the wonder it contains. There is so much space. There is so much wonder. There is so much beauty even amidst rampant homosapien stupidity. From the morning drives accompanied by great minds streaming through my car stereo to the days overflowing with the magic only so few notice, I feel it in my atoms – the greatness, the vastness, the all-giving-ness of each moment. So much synchronicity waits our acknowledgement. So much divinity waits to meet us.

It takes just a moment of being fully present, filled with presence, to see and hear and feel the majesty of our invisible wholeness. It takes just a mindful instant to widen your open heart even more. I’m overwhelmed often by life’s generosity, by the sight and understanding it has seeded me with that leaves me witnessing and unfolding within a world that is more awe than it is ordinary.

This thing I feel…it’s timeliness and forever entangled and woven into every self I have ever been and will ever be.

Monday, November 14

May we be filled with loving kindness

May I be filled with loving kindness.
May I be peaceful and at ease.
May I be free from suffering.
May I be happy.
May I be safe.
May I awaken to the light of your true nature.
May I be free.

May you be filled with loving kindness.
May you be peaceful and at ease.
May you be free from suffering.
May you be happy.
May you be safe.
May you awaken to the light of your true nature.
May you be free.

May we be filled with loving kindness.
May we be peaceful and at ease.
May we be free from suffering.
May we be happy.
May we be safe.
May we awaken to the light of our true nature.
May we be free. 

May all beings be filled with loving kindness.
May all beings be peaceful and at ease.
May all beings be free from suffering.
May all beings be happy.
May all beings be safe.
May all beings awaken to the light of their true nature.
May all beings be free.

Sunday, October 30

Shift. Release. Rinse. Repeat.



Ever look at a photo and see the entirety of a story dissolve? Like your brain looks at the pixels and sees through down to the last grain, it sees the trees instead of the forest and then says ‘meh’. I wonder what it means when meanings change and dissolve right before your eyes. When the meaningful suddenly becomes meaningless and the meaningless suddenly fails to have any reality to your heart and mind.

It was never going to end, because it didn’t even begin.
This story telling through time and space we’ve been doing, that means everything.
Here we are again lost in a game of hide and seek.
Memories and patterns silenced so they never speak.

I hope that’s not what it means.

I hope I’m not seeing the same damn pattern repeating.

I wonder what happens when we realize our telling patterns – what happens when we step back from our own behaviors and look to see how we always do the same thing when we enter and exit scenes in our movie. We make our entry in the same way. We do our “look at me, hear me, see me” dance in the same way. We make changes to our landscape in the same way, doing our avoid-withdraw-run away dance in the same way. We maintain ourselves as repeating patterns so much so that if anyone was paying attention they would be able to predict what we were going to do next, because it’s always how we’ve done it before.

The only way to take control is to do something new and different than you’ve ever done before. Go off automatic. Question the steps and impulses and make a new decision based in your intelligence rather than your memories. Take all the memories you hold inside yourself and turn them upside down, shake them around and set them free. It’s the only way to a new reality. It’s the only way to higher ground. It’s the only way to a new game. Level up!

New definition of self.
New expectation for your environment.
New thoughts and emotions about what this moment means.
New actions and interactions.

Shift. Release. Rinse. Repeat.

Friday, August 12

The Sun's Always Shining

I imagine I have many entries about the sun in this blog to fill a book. That's how grateful I am to always return to that gold electric glow up in the sky and on the inside. That sun, it never stops shining, whether you can see it or not, its light ever-waiting for you to land on it with your eyes or with your heart.

What an undeniably wondrous existence this is.

I remembered something this morning. A trip to San Francisco that I made years ago, a trip the whole
way flying from the east coast to the west coat I spent thinking and feeling like I was riding off into the sunset of my heart. A feeling that I was both leaving and returning home. It had this element of nostalgia with it, a deja vu kind of plane ride that I couldn't put my finger on but felt nonetheless. That feeling stayed with me that trip as I walked the various hilly streets and played with friends.

I find it peculiar when I wake up to a familiar feeling, not knowing what put it there, what stirred it up into my awareness and yet still being able to connect and recall all the memories with it.

The hold of the folds that is this life, is the grand gesture that is God's own hand reaching to restart your heart. Hold on tight. There's no looking back, simply because there is no 'back there' anywhere in life. There's just right now, and whatever language of light plays out in your heart in this moment.

Our lives are woven with feelings and our days put together with geometry. We see what we think we see, but it is what we feel that tells us which world our soul currently inhabits. And when that world feels like light, and gratitude, and the magic of the unknown filling you with inexplicably good feeling anticipation, you must remind yourself to tip your hat to the sun up in the sky and deep inside.

Friday, July 15

The Will to Win by Berton Braley

If you want a thing bad enough
To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and your sleep for it,
If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry and cheap for it,
If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,
If gladly you'll sweat for it,
Fret for it,
Plan for it,
Lose all your terror of God or man for it,
If you'll simply go after that thing that you want
With all your capacity,
Strength, and sagacity,
Faith, hope, and confidence, stern pertinacity,
If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt,
Nor sickness nor pain
Of body and brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want,
If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,
You'll get it.

Tuesday, July 5

Dive Deep, The Ocean's Just Right


Easy days.
Light days.
Light years in space and I'm as cleared as they come.

And I'm getting clearer still.

Shedding all that would keep us from being light. Unloop, unearth, unwire, fray, frizzle and fiddle until it all comes tumbling apart, tumbling down leaving only the shine of your unmarked soul.

What happens when you're shadow dancing thinking the magic couldn't have been bigger, brighter and more fantastic than what you are living, and you turn around to find that it's been your shadow you've been watching so far?

What happens when you finally finally finally look at yourself directly in all your illuminated glory?

What becomes of your dancing then?

Stick around.
And take your glasses off.
Look on up, the lighting's just right

We haven't seen anything but the farthest edges of all that we are. The splendor and the inexplicable wonder we watched so far is cast by the shadow of our shadows.

What then of our light then?

When in doubt, always choose the free fall.

Dive deep knowing you'll only land in a clearer space than the ground you were standing on.

Baby Smiles as Meditation

You know when you're having a frazzled day and something pops up in your face to get you to slow down, get back to earth, and just remem...