I Get to Love

I am here

Here I am

I get to love

To love is why I am here

What a gift this is for me

That I can love

Not only me, but also you

To get to love

Is worth any pain

Love last beyond hurt

It mends and makes way

I get to love!

I get to be in love

It is not to give

It is not to take

Yet it is lived out

It is grown and embraced

I am here

Here I am

I get to love

Love I get to be

Sharing “Our Deepest Fear”

There is a great approach to ourselves by writer Marianne Williamson, that I want to share here on my blog. I hope it provokes you to wonder about your greatest fear and that it speaks to you wherever you are a this moment in your life. Enjoy!

“Our Deepest Fear” by Marianne Williamson (from her book “A Return to Love“)

Our deepest fear is not that we’re inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. Continue reading

Accepting “The Invitation”

A dear friend recently sent this to me as a gift…it has encouraged me to know myself even more and, in new ways, to live even deeper. I accept this invitation and in my desire to embody it, have copied it down word for word here and not simply copy and pasted.

It is titled “The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. May it inspire and challenge you as well.

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. 

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. Continue reading

See Me and Love Me Still

Do you see me in there?

See all of me and still love me, love me still…

The hurt and fear, what I really am

Do you really see me?

Can you love me still?

A shame so long hidden

Even with it inside me

Do you see me, really see me?

To venture deep into my soul…

Can you love me still? Still love me?

The hurt beats or is that my heart?

The pain and guilt of what was done

Even though nothing was my fault…

Just a child, so young, so wrongly hurt

Do you see the little boy?

In this man’s body now…

In hurt and hidden in pain?

So few ever see…

I thought no one could know

But somehow you see me, don’t you?

Please see me and still…still love me…

Still love all of me.

Can you handle the ugliness?

Can you survive the deep anguish?

To see me, all of me,

Fight and pursue past my defenses…

Still love me, love me still.

If you knew, if I could free it…

If you could draw it out for me

And you see me

You see and still love me

Still I don’t love me, love me still…

And there the hurt lives

There the boy and man suffer

Just under my face only you see him

You know…don’t you?

You see all of me…

And you still love me, you love me still

I am the little boy, locked away in me

Who is suffering and hiding…

Dark hurt, suffering shame still…

I don’t want to be alone with me

I see him, I see all of me…

Am I loving me…loving me still?

Falling Life

I hear it…its pitter patter…

The soft sound precedes what I see

Clean and clear, touching all,

Lavishing water everywhere

Here and there I catch a glimpse

And can see the countless drops

They linger and hang on nature’s leaves

There they twinkle, clear and pure

If on me it falls, it refreshes and clears

If inside I stand, it brings comfort and peace

A creation so playful, alive in all its forms

From watering to growing to shaping it transforms

It is the rain, so full of life, a gift in endless ways

A giving unceasing, through cycles it moves

Falling life from the sky, it renews

A Home with No Limits – My Neighborhood

I like open spaces, especially in my house. It dawned on me today, that this is why I like to be out in my neighborhood so much…it’s an extension of my home. And what a lovely extension it is. There’s really no walls, there’s nice streets with bike lanes to ride safely in, sidewalks to walk on, trees blooming now with leaves and flowers, and quaint welcoming cafes and restaurants that provide another space for connecting with others. I’ve lived in a few different neighborhoods of downtown Denver in the dozen years that it’s been my home. At this time in my life, the lucky neighborhood to have me is Capitol Hill. Although truth is, the Congress park and Cheeseman Park neighborhoods get to share me as well since I’m right at the border of the two areas. Continue reading

Spring Cleaning – For the Heart and the Home

Are you one of those people who carries out the ritual of Spring cleaning? It just came to my mind this morning as I sit getting work done in the dinning room…bright sunlight is pouring in through the large classic windows of this Victorian home and the trees just outside are popping with bright green buds of leaves being reborn. With their dainty size and scattered hanging throughout the bare branches, they almost look like decorations of bulbs strung up like a garland. But getting back to Spring cleaning…what really brought that seasonal tradition to mind is the pounding of hammers. It turns out that a nearby neighbor’s house is getting their roof redone. Now, I realize, this is far more than Spring cleaning, yet I found myself realizing, I can get annoyed at the insistent loud sound or, I can be creative and tap into the positive fact that it represents productivity, industrious-ness, and improvement! I like those concepts and I work hard to have them in my life, starting with my own thoughts and responses. Too positive for you? Well, that’s okay. To each their own and it still leaves the opportunity for us both to contemplate the act of Spring cleaning.

You see, I don’t own a house and at this time in my life, I don’t even have furniture and I’m selling my car! Yeah…living lite is contagious and I seem to keep simplifying. Yet, I have had homes before and I remember enjoying the practice of Spring cleaning. What is most remarkable for me though is the realization that Spring cleaning can be great to do for the heart.

That’s right…why Spring cleaning for the heart? Well, with all the busyness we can tend to have in our lives and world, why not be intentional about taking time to look at what’s in our hearts? I found it empowering to know myself because this helps me know what I want and what I do not want. Perhaps there is a job, relationship, or certain material items that are only collecting dust and actually taking up space in your heart. Considering what is there, within you, and see what things you want to thank for its experience with you and all it meant for you, and then send it on its way. This makes more room our hearts and minds for all the wonderful things we truly want and desire next in our lives.

So whether or not you enjoy Spring cleaning of your home this season, consider doing your heart and self some good by conducting some Spring cleaning of your heart. It will always look different for each of us and only you will know what you see in yourself and what you want to keep and part with. No matter what, remember that you are worthy and deserving of the best. Sometimes, that may look like letting go of some things to make room in your heart and self for more desires and fulfillment to come. Enjoy the journey!