Fine How do people live with this much pain in their hearts? How can you look me in the eye and tell me you are fine when I ask “how are you?” Do you not ache exquisitely in each and every moment of each waking hour to return home to the beloved creator? Do you not feel this longing like a scorpion scampering inside your heart, repeatedly stinging, searing, scorching, sending ice-cold fire through your veins to die? To return…..
The brave heroine is ready to conquer her fear. She’s not going to take her family’s advice. She trusts her intuition. She trusts herself. She has God as her back up. She’s certain of this. She’s made up her mind. You can’t convince her otherwise. She’s got her own inner guru, her teacher within! And then the spiritual master speaks. Pause. She doesn’t want to hear it. It took so much to muster the courage to slay the fear dragon……
Dear Carla, Road trip? But, your car is so old. It’s winter. What if it snows? What if it ices? What if your car breaks down? We’ll be worried. This isn’t well thought out. Why don’t you fly? Why not rent a car? Is everything OK with you? What are you doing? Love, your concerned family Dear family, Thank you. I feel your love and care. I considered renting a car. I understand that it might snow. I understand that…..
Spirit – Soul, I am always at work. Even while we sleep. Have compassion. For I cannot stop. I cannot stop generating tens of thousands of thoughts, images, memories, desires. It is what I do. It is part of my design. Don’t get frustrated with me. It is a futile exercise. Don’t try to change who I am or my nature. Take your complaint to the Creator if you have issue with the way things are. Have you heard of…..
mind, OK. All right. I hear you. Let’s talk. I acknowledge that lately I’ve been preoccupied. I’ve written letters to God, prayed, chanted God’s name, dwelled in God, written poetry to God, listened for God, taken road trips across the USA to find God, bathed in ecstatic love for God, meditated, and turned my life upside down in the name of Love. Are you feeling neglected? Are you feeling used? Are you reeling from all the glorious upheaval? You must…..
May my mind not terrorize the present, the ever flowing gift of now. May my mind synchronize with my heart – soul. May my soul reflect the Harmony Divine. May this Love song radiate to all I greet today. Photo 1 by annca on Pixabay https://pixabay.com/en/users/annca-1564471/ Photo 2 by +Simple on Unsplash Twitter: https://twitter.com/carla_faletti Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CourtingShakti/ www.carlafaletti.com
In last week’s blog, mantra was mentioned as part of a meditation practice. Mantra is the projection of mind through sound. There is inherent healing and wisdom contained within a mantra. It is my Higher Power working through the power of the spoken word. So, how do I pick a mantra? A mantra can be a prayer. It can be an affirmation. It can be an uplifting word that has significance for me. I may learn a mantra in yoga…..
When I started my meditation practice in 2009, I encountered much judgment from my own mind about what I was experiencing. I read books on meditation from multiple disciplines. I attended meditation groups and yoga classes. I developed a home practice. Yet, it seemed I lacked a roadmap of the process. Or, at least one that made sense to me. It’s 2017, and by the grace of my Higher Power and my own discipline, I still meditate. While reading the…..
I Asked and You Answered Who acknowledges the acknowledger? How many times do I ask, and ask, and ask, and then forget? I wonder, my Lord, do you feel neglected? So many requests, so many complaints, so much suffering. I wonder, most Beloved, how often you hear words of thanks? I wonder, if I paused long enough, if I opened my mind wide enough, what would I see? All my desires being fulfilled, simply, cleverly disguised to my little eyes……
The Doe in my Heart Mother Radha, see me as your daughter. I sit before you on my knees. Humbly I ask for your pardon, your grace. I have not loved in your image on this day. Sloppy, careless, heartless words, knives, daggers have landed. They cut me from my lover. Yes, Ma, I threw them. I did this. Compassionate Mother, model of pure love, I want to love as you do. Gentle kindness, have mercy yet again. Send…..