Goals of Grandeur

If you set out each morning to change the world, you're probably biting off more than you were meant to chew.  The world won't change for you.  But if you start out each morning with the aim to be happy however you can, the only opposition you will have will be yourself.  You can change all sorts of things with that!   I decided recently that the biggest change in me, that I could easily and eagerly enact, was  embracing happiness.  Every day I want to make someone happy.  Everyday, at least one person should smile, and I would like to help accomplish that for them.  Every day my goal upon waking is how can I stay happy today!  It's really that simple.  Besides, if I can't simply make myself or someone near me, happy every morning, how can I possibly help the world do anything at all?

Beauty and Reality

     Standing in line with my bag of avocados, waiting.  The fashion magazines line the pathway to the exit.  Their covers showing thin, beautiful, provocative women, with perfect hair and cleavage, glowing teeth and skin.   The covers boast of how to have sizzling sex, find the love of your life, get perfect buns and abs by summer, be happy right now, lose weight, and get long eyelashes in less than 5 minutes.

     As  I move closer to the checkout point, the magazines change to the tabloids.  Not so pretty, now.  We've entered the hall of shame, pain, pity and hurt.  Here the covers boast of the nastiest of the nasties.  How the great and beautiful have fallen into the pit of power and fame. The once tantalizing displayed for everyone to see, without makeup, the ugliest shots of the once perfectly famous, the most derelict members of the once haves, with nothing left but a crappy bi-line, and a bad mug shot.

     I get to the checkout.  My checker is plump, sweet faced and happy.  She has little white teeth with lots of gum, and she isn't afraid to show them.  She smiles at me, and it's sincere.  I can't help but smile back at her.  Her eyelashes are naturally dark, her eyes too; sparkly brown and beautiful.  She doesn't have on much makeup that I can tell, she doesn't really need it.  

     I look back at the bubble of unreality that sits at the front of her checkout lane, those photoshopped faces not really smiling, more like "toothing" at me.  Those flat unreal images and shallow ad lines, just claimed a minute of my day.  I look back to her, still smiling, a look of expectation on her face, waiting patiently for me to pay.  I think she's simply amazing.  It is painfully obvious to me at this moment,  how completely divorced the mainstream media and advertisers have become from what is real, beautiful, and important to me.  Wouldn't it be wonderful if everyone could see it too, and instead of spending $5 on this trash, spend 5 minutes getting to know the sparkling person standing right  in front of you?

Only the Fearful Fear

Only you can know the truth about yourself.

Don't be taken in by those who would label you.  

Be who you are.  

Let the petty, simple and fearful minded wear themselves out 

trying to stereotype you and the world, 

by their limited understanding of either.  

Let them bear the burden 

of their own fear mongering and divisiveness.  

You have better things ahead of you, than to waste time on their mindless clamoring. 

MHB 

Whatever are you doing?

If you were in charge of running the world,
 Who would you let go hungry?
 Who would you not feed?
 How would you decide?
Would you let those who
 Don't, can't or won't work
 As hard as all the rest starve?

Would you create an area to put these
 Desperately hungry people of yours,
 So that you would not have to gaze upon
The suffering you created?
 Would you build walls around them
To keep their cries from disturbing
Your song, your laughter, or your sleep?

 Would you watch helplessly
As they laid siege upon each other,
As they desperately fought to survive?
Would you turn your back
 And forbid others too,
From witnessing the carnage
Of your making?

If you were in charge of running the world,
Would you run it like your family?
Would you encourage the smallest,
The weakest, the slowest to do their best?
Would you feed them anyway?
Would you let any one of them sit
Unsheltered in the darkness?

 Would you keep your children
Safe at all cost?
Would you keep them fed and warm?
Protected from harm?
Would you whisper to them that
they are good and deserving of
every ounce of your love?

 If you were in charge of running the world,
Would you ever let it suffer like now?
Would you ever let your people
Lay a hand to each other because
Of desperation, hunger, or hopelessness?
Can you not hear the voice in the darkness
Whispering to you?

Hush and listen,  you will hear
A whisper like the wind,
Commanding softly,
 "Awaken little one!
It is you, my precious.
You are in charge of running this world...
Whatever are you doing?"

Love IS the Journey

You Have Nothing To Prove...

Journey Work

At some point in your spiritual journey your heart, mind, and psyche will align, much like the planets in the heavens. An alignment of emotion, understanding, and cognition so perfect, it will feel like the tumblers in a lock falling perfectly into place. It is at this moment that you will find such clarity of vision that the fog of human duality will never blind you again. It is here that you will be able to vibrate so brilliantly that you will be a beacon and catalyst for all the other travelers around you. They will gravitate toward you like metal to a magnet. You will be charged with helping every one of them find their way. It is what you were sent here to do.