Meri's Musings

Letting go of relationships,  things that are emotionally charged for us, of expectations, of illusions. . . . of thoughts that don't serve us. Letting go with grace involves coming to a place of surrender, leaving the resistance to "what is" behind. Letting go of the "why is this happening to me" questions  to ask  "what's next"  and "how do I want to be  as I move forward." The without regrets piece has to do with living whole-heartedly , showing up in your fullness and saying what you have to say from a place of love and compassion. Each and every day. Hmm. . . this sounds like soul work. Imagine!

What gives me JOY? Seeing evidence that people are doing the work of the heart from the heart. Like Rachel Scott, the first student killed at Columbine High School 12 years ago,  Image from RachelsChallenge.org whose campaign for  kindness & compassion  survived her death Image from RachelsChallenge.org and reaches out to touch others through the work of Rachel's Challenge .  Like Ben, Jason and Laren image from InvisibleChildren.com who hopped a plane to Uganda after college, made a film about the Night Walkers, and started Invisible Children . Invisible Children: WHO WE ARE from INVISIBLE CHILDREN on Vimeo . To find out about this holy work, or to contribute, follow the links. What gives you JOY? To play along and share the joy: 1. do a post that tells and shows us what gives you joy. 2. capture the URL of the specific post  and paste it into the  Mr. Linky box  along with your name. 3. visit other players -- as ...

This is one of those things that you're not supposed to admit, but on occasion, I've heard voices. One night many years ago, when my husband was out of town, I was awakened by a booming voice, the kind you imagine that God has. It was a man's voice, a deep baritone. And it said to me, "The ability to evoke emotion with written words is a gift. Quit squandering it." It was a little unnerving. I knew I was alone, but here was this disembodied voice giving me an emphatic directive. I told a therapist friend about it. She laughed and reassured me that I wasn't having a psychotic break. "What are you going to do about it?" she wanted to know. I lived for many years ignoring the message, not doing what I'm clearly supposed to do. Oh, it's not that I didn't write. I did. On the sly .  Hoarding the words. Keeping them to myself. but now it's time to start letting them go. So he won't scold me again.