Making Contact

Contact Somewhere within each of us, buried but not lost, is a yearning to hear the Voice spoken as one, used to pierce the veil of forgetting and remind us of who we really are. It calls us to join in a dialogue whose only purpose is to guide us home. This gentle Voice is ruthless in it’s pursuit of purpose, using anything to turn our attention to it’s consistent message of love, reminding us that we’re not lost, could never be lost, regardless of where or who we think we are.

Over thousands of years and countless journeys on this road that seems to go on forever on the timeline, but experienced only as now, comes a moment of contact that changes everything. For me it came as a 10 or 11 year old child when the teachings of my Catholic up bringing tried to tell me of a God of anger, punishment and sacrifice when all I could feel was His love. And so one day, smack in the middle of my Wednesday religious ed class,  I raised my hand and declared out loud, with an innocence I couldn’t betray, “But he’s a God of love. This can’t be true! ”

This knowing has never left me despite huge challenges along the way; disappointments I thought I’d never drop; detours that sucked me in time and time again and would have been meaningless except for the curiosity and openness of that child who declared, “This can’t be true!” I remember it still -many decades later – that moment when there was no doubt, when the child knew her innocence and could clearly hear the Voice of Love.

Is it surprising to any one of us that life with the ego interrupts a communication that was once so strong? We all get sucked into the character of the script we’re living, and as we do, the connection to the Voice gets weaker and so we stumble and gather up sad stories to tell ourselves and anyone who will listen.

I’m not interested anymore in your  tales of woe, or mine…except when they can be used to heal or inspire. As long as we believe the character is us – even a little – we’re living a divided life. I’m living one, like you are.

Somewhere along this path of awakening to our True Self and from the dream of characters we’ve all played in a never ending story of complex chaos, we ask for help. And the help meets us where we are, infiltrating our misadventures with reminders of a connection that can never be severed, and waits patiently until we can once again hear it’s soft Voice of Love, loud and clear, through the distractions we set before it.

Getting to loud and clear is a winding road tethered by the thinking of the world we learned so well and interferes with the connection we once knew. For most of us this is a long and arduous trip from which we’d never make it out alive, like a suicide mission we signed up for and then distracted we were with playthings and magic tricks that diverted our undisciplined attention from what was really going on.

This trip is different. We made contact, and that’s all that needed to guide us back on course; back on a road that seems to twist and turn, get blocked and broken, filled with obstacles that impede our way, often dark and lonely until a break through the thick canopy of dreams comes a clearing, a light to point the way to the next rest area where we can be still a while and lighten our load, bruised but not broken, graced with a strength we didn’t know we had. Now, revitalized and inspired, we set out once more.


Would love it if you’d share your thoughts or comments below!!!

We’ll See

Che Sara Sara

I haven’t written a blog post here since April 4th. I don’t really know why except to say I just wasn’t inspired to do so – which surprised me because normally I have all kinds of ideas swimming in my head that I want to write about and share with you, so please forgive me for my silence. I have no doubt you will.

Actually, I thought it was a month since my last post, not almost two! I totally lost track of time – completely understandable when dedicated to a path that tells us that time doesn’t really exist.

Still, the old me would have judged myself as being irresponsible, uncommitted, undisciplined, blah, blah, blah. The “me” that’s writing this knows better.

I may not know why or what anything is for, but I do know I can’t judge it.  I can’t judge it because I don’t know what anything is for. Funny how the truth always makes a complete circle and the beginning is the end. As the Course says, this is a journey without distance.

“The journey to God is merely the reawakening of the knowledge of where you are always, and what you are forever. It is a journey without distance to a goal that has never changed”    T 8. VI. 9

So if I can’t judge anything because I don’t know what anything is for, then how can I tell if something that I wanted to happen didn’t or if something happened that I didn’t want to happen is a good or bad thing?

If either scenario caused me to be attached to the outcome, or suffer in any way, I’d be suffering for no good reason…because I can’t judge what anything is for. I have plenty of life experience, as I know you do, when I thought something that happened was a good thing, that turned into a  bad thing, that turned into something else once again. The specifics don’t really matter, as beautifully exemplified by this famous story of the Zen monk…O

One day a Zen monk walks into the village and there’s great jubilation. He inquires into what’s happening and the villagers tell him that they’ve acquired a new horse; a symbol of wealth and status at the time. They tell him how great it is that they have this horse and all he does is shrug his shoulders:

“we’ll see…”
He comes back a few days later and a group of the villagers have crowded around an injured boy. The zen monk finds out that the boy was riding the new horse, fell off and broke his leg. The villagers shake their heads, worried and tell him how terrible this is. He shrugs:
“we’ll see…”
A few weeks later the monk returns to the village; this time, there is great commotion…a war has broken out between the territories. All the male villagers must go and fight, except for the boy with the broken leg, which has not yet healed. ‘Isn’t it wonderful that he broke his leg…now his life has been spared’, exclaim the villagers. The monk smiles and shrugs:
“we’ll see…”
Which reminds me of the famous saying in songs and films…”Che sara sara”
And in the complete acceptance of what will be will be, comes a sweet surrender to what is. This is where peace lives.
It is my intention to write more often…but we’ll have to see.

What Does Age Have To Do With It?

KONICA MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERA There are times when I feel as if my life is just beginning – which is kind of weird, since I’m 62. But somehow that doesn’t seem to matter. In fact I’ve never felt “my age”. I know a lot of you don’t either. I don’t know if this tendency not to buy into what a particular age should or shouldn’t feel and look like is the reason why I look and feel so much younger.  All I know is that age, or my concept of age, is always changing. I’m guessing it’s the same for you.

Whether we’re 30. 40. 50 and so on, it never feels like what we thought it would feel like to be the age we are.  I like to think that’s because – even if we don’t know it – the Spirit in us uses our concepts of age to correct our misperceptions of age – because It never ages – and the Spirit uses moments such as this – when life feels new “at my age” –  to prove it; to unwind us from the concept of age; to help us feel and embrace agelessness.

On the one hand I can look back on “my life” with much life experience to draw from, yet at the same time see it as…not mine…not me.  It’s like a personal movie script I can review and learn from, yet remain detached from. When I experience a sense of agelessness, I can see what happened before, but not feel identified with it. I can detach from believing that what came before is a determinant of what happens next. I’m not even concerned about what happens next.  I’m having too much fun enjoying what’s happening now. I can be open to spontaneity.

In these moments of clarity, I know all is perfect and if there’s something that needs to be thought about, It’ll be given. God’s got my back and I feel safe and happy and at peace. That’s when I know I’m seeing with True vision; with Christ vision.  And that’s a miracle. And sometimes a miracle is as simple as this…as expressed in this recent post on my Miracles and the Chef Facebook page.

Have you ever felt down in the

The miracle is a moment to moment decision when we choose to listen to the voice of Love instead of the voice of the ego. When I feel young at heart…I feel the infinite possibility I felt when I was young and the future held so much promise. And this too is a miracle.

When I feel miracle minded, I can look beyond appearances, whatever they may be, and be at peace, knowing that life is unfolding perfectly, exactly as it’s meant to. I feel my life is a miracle.

I can’t help but wonder if this experience of ageless wonder is what the Course points to when it says we are “not the dreamer, but the DREAM? (T. 27.4)

I wonder if the one who sees “my past” is not the me who has a past at all? In moments like this of, of perfect clarity, all I can do is feel it. It’s only now, as I sit to write about it, that I attempt to put to words, what can only really be experienced.

This Easter weekend I want for you many experiences of miracles, moments of perfect clarity and ageless resurrection. Silvia