Have you ever lost your heart. . . ?
Loaded question, huh?
Well?
What makes it such a touch question
is just trying to figure out
is that a
Physical
Emotional
Psycho-Social
Spiritual
L I T E R A L Question. . .
Ohhhhhhhh how you should know by
NOW
and all nearly some 800 Blog Posts later
that I’m a Sucker for the Sap Movies
and this one,
LAST CHRISTMAS
is maybe the sappiest of all
and it’s leaked a glue over me
that I can’t wash away
(and most likely don’t want to, anyway)
Nothing seems to go right for young Kate, a frustrated Londoner who works as an elf in a year-round Christmas shop. But things soon take a turn for the better when she meets Tom — a handsome charmer who seems too good to be true. As the city transforms into the most wonderful time of the year, Tom and Kate’s growing attraction turns into the best gift of all — a Yuletide romance. . .
Sa-Sa-Saaaaaa-SAPPY, right?
ba-ba-baaa-but
it made me think
IT MADE ME FEEL
the times I’ve lost my
h e a r t
Uhhhhhhh not so much
physically
emotionally
psycho-socially
spiritually
so much as
uh-ohh. . .
dare I write:
metaphysically. . .
and I guess I’m inviting you
to ask
to reflect
a time(S)
you’ve actually lost your heart. . . ?
Can I help answer?
Are you the same you were
10
20
30+
years ago?
What changed from the time you were an infant
to the time you became a toddler
to the time you became a preschooler
to the time you were in elementary school
to the time you were in junior high
to the time you were graduating high school
to the times of different jobs
to the the times of continuing education
to the times of getting married
to the times of having children
to
N O W
. . .just how many,
HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU LOST YOUR HEART
and maybe better still. . .
FOUND IT?
Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst:
Here’s to all of the times to come
and all the Seasons
that’ll allow
the prompting of the question:
WHO AM I?
(MAY THE ANSWER CONTINUALLY BE DIFFERENT
as it has countless times before)
UPROOTED
It’s real easy to feel
UPROOTED
over these past few weeks;
there aren’t many that feel the
SAME WAY
they did three months ago
six months ago
twelve months ago. . .
IS THAT A GOOD THING?
I have long had to give up one of my favorite things in life:
R U N N I N G
even walking is no small task
a given
but I’m able to get out
in spite of the sore knees
aching feet
if’y back
at the pace of a ruptured turtle
and it’s come with a blessing:
S I G H T
it’s almost as if I was blind all of those years
when I would run
always trying to beat the day before’s
T I M E
and only caring about
running faster
longer
in personal record times
but now I see
what I never looked for
what I never cared about observing
S E E
not just with my Lasik improved eyes
but my ever sensing soul
BEHOLD:
(not just)
A FALLEN ROTTING TREE:
UPROOTED
Once a Provider of Shadows
not I lay in them
Splashed
Soaked
in a veil
that doesn’t quite hide me
but conceals who I was once
Tall
Strong
Mighty
Ever Bending
Even not never Breaking
Just Uprooted
Slammed down
by elements over time
that wears no watch
keeps no seconds
and can’t be stopped
UPROOTED
never again to suck from the earth
only to be sucked into
with the harsh gravity of decay
UPROOTED
I use to reach tall
for the sun
now I soil myself
A caster of shadows
A Shade provider
A silhouette maker
now a mere holder of nuances
Splintered
A Barkless whimper
an unoffered whispered prayer
A silent shout
ROOTS
knowing they can never grow
deep enough
or worse
last long enough
A feeder
of saplings
and wild flowers
UPROOTED
I once grew
now I make grow
Ever to remain
in one Season
A New One
It’s amazing what you see when
Stop looking
and start
W A T C H I N G
UPROOTED
sometimes means to
N O U R I S H
instead of being
n o u r i s h e d
f e e l i n g
UPROOTED
lately. . .
maybe it’s not so much a question
that needs to be asked
just answered
in another way. . .
OUT OF THE BOX
I M A G I N E
What would it be like
if we never
c a t e g o r i z e d
people;
If we never put them into boxes
so that we could not only
describe
define
but literally
box them up. . .
Our world has changed dramatically
over the past week
and the
c H a n G e
is not over
. . .not ever day
but ever moment
it seems to continually be
evolving in a way
at a speed
none of us have ever
e x p e r i e n c e d
illustrating in a way we’ve never known
that there is no longer
A THEM
but an
U S. . .
The World
is literally yelling for us to
S T O P
just for a little bit of
N O W
while the we come to understand
with a little discomfort
that
T E M P O R A I L Y
never is
permanently. . .
With THIS certainty:
There is no need waiting for
L O V E
to take Shape
when it is
boundlessly
Shapeless
Rear View Mirror Living
No matter
how much you Rear View Mirror
I T
The Windshield
Always looms larger
Even when sitting still
Idling
Bringing into Focus
The New
Not a destination you go
but a Universe
You create
Only to
Make it a part of your
Rearview Mirror World
As you travel
On
Speed is never of the
Essence
(Lose your Time Pieces)
Use your Wipers
If necessary
To only see Clearer
Gawk
Unblinkingly at what’s before you
With only an occasional quick glance
At what’s behind you
And
if you LOOK at all
Make sure it’s Forward
Always Forward
To looking Back
G P S
can never
M A K E
you go forward
and no
C O M P A S S
is necessary traveling backwards
E V E N
if it’s slow
or seemingly
m i n i s c u l e
each step taken ahead
is a most powerful
A D V A N C E
assuring
that memories are sacred
BUT THE MAKING OF MEMORIES
are even more hallowed
by their Pulses
that Rear View Mirror
e x t i n g u i s h e s
YOUR BENCH (mark)
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . .
I don’t much care what you’re
looking at
SO MUCH
AS WHAT YOU
S E E
Out of all of the sights
and sounds
we’re bound to be
bombarded with
over the next few weeks
there’ll be none more important
than the ones you won’t so
much look at
or even
SEE
as much as the ones you’ll be able to
S H A R E. . .
The most important Bench that exists
isn’t the one we occupy;
IT IS THE ONE WE
S H A R E
with Another. . .
In this Season of
LIGHT and HOPE
there’s a certain
guaranteed
B R O K E N N E S S
mostly sitting right next to us
and the only one that can make a difference
is You. . .
You’ll never be called to
LIGHT THE WORLD
so much as just to
s i m p l y
share your glow. . .
So
take another
g a n d e r
glimpse
at what you didn’t see
but need view
The Unreliable Critic
No pun
i n t e n d e d. . .
but this is a pretty
R E F L E C T I V E
piece, huh?
Is it true. . . ?
Are we our worst Critics?
Are we Reliable Critics?
What do you see bad in yourself
that others can’t see nothing but good in you?
Maybe out of all the questions that might be bouncing around
from your head to heart to the deepest part of your soul
this is the one that matters the most:
WHEN YOU STAND IN FRONT OF A MIRROR
DO YOU SEE MORE OF WHAT REALLY ISN’T THERE
OR MORE OF WHAT IS?
Are you a reliable critic. . . ?
Do you ever really
k n o w
what another truly
s e e s
Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst:
Look Again
The movie in your mind
may never make it to the
BIG SCREEN
LOOK
A G A I N
The ticket you’ve paid full admission
is never really a shadow
of the
MAIN
ATTRACTION
you are. . . .
M E d i a ‘ D
Ever feel like a mere
S H A D O W
of yourself. . .
It’s most likely
T H E N
we go elsewhere to seek
a truer L I G H T
a Clearer REFLECTION of who we are. . .
W H E R E B E T T E R
than the
I N T E R N E T
the massive MEDIA Monster
NOW THIS MUST BE TRUE. . .
There was this APP on Facebook that Generated
THE RESULTS
THE INNER CRYSTAL BALL
ALL of THIS with an gotta-be-true-color-analysis
WAIT. . .WHAT
Uhhhhhhhhhh. . .
how does one blush in BLACK & WHITE
SO SAYETH THE FACE BOOK SAGES
. . .IS IT EVEN DEBATABLE
. . .IS IT EVEN THINKABLE
. . .IS IT EVEN IMAGINABLE
W E L L. . .N O W
There’s always DOUBLING DOWN
and knowing that this would be the TATTOO
on my SOUL and my SIDE
Maybe this can all be DEFINED
Maybe this can all be UNDERSTOOD
Maybe this can all be EXPLAINED
May this can all be LIVED
with a mere sincere:
Isn’t it really just
T H I S S I M P L E
It’s not so much when
FACE COMES TO MIRROR
as when
MIRROR COMES TO FACE. . .
when the SOUL is reflected
and not your facial features. . .
Life is MIRROR
. . .Life gives us not what we want. . .
LIFE GIVES US WHO WE ARE
. . .it matters not how you are
M E D I A ‘ D
to The World. . .
HOW DO YOU
S E E Y O U R S E L F
(Be THAT)
Christmas’ed
S T O P
Don’t do anything for at least the next three minutes
or however long it’ll take you to scroll through this post. . .
Q U E S T I O N :
When is I T ?
When did IT
WHEN WILL IT
first come to you this year?
When W I L L
I T L E A V E?
First present?
Last Present?
Somewhere in between parties or when you hit the pillow after some chaotic days?
Or has it already G O N E
before it has actually C O M E
I am a firm
K N O W ‘ E R
that Christmas,
or any other special holiday/event
doesn’t so much come on a day or for a Season,
b u t i n
M O M E N T S
Last year. . .
I’ve already had a varied assortment of
M O M E N T S
over these past few days and weeks. . .
I bet you have, too. . .
I was at Costco shortly after Labor Day
and way before Halloween
and there were already Christmas Trees and lawn decorations
adoring the place
accompanied with Christmas Carols. . .
T R U T H:
I think it starts with the
CHRISTMAS IN JULY
please-come-out-and-save-my-business-before-Christmas-gets-here-in-5-months-sales
We always have a way of celebrating many Christmases during the holidays. . .
and before and afterwards. . .
Any M O M E N T S, y e t ?
A Bell-Ringer outside of a grocery story proclaiming I must be a minister not because of my suit, tie, overcoat, but because I actually looked him in the eye and wished him a ‘Merry Christmas’ when I put a donation in his red kettle:
A M O M E N T
Standing in Starbucks on Cyber Monday and the guy in front of me, telling the Barista that he was going to buy our drinks for the morning:
A M O M E N T
Conducting the Memorial service of a man I’d never met and assuring the small gathering of people that, “You haven’t heard the last of Steve,” and before I finished saying his name a flower pot dropping loudly to the floor from the side of his casket:
A M O M E N T
Seeing an awesome performance of The Messiah and during the warm-up the magic of the music
began a wave that became a tsunami of emotion;
it was like I saved a year full of tears
and numerous times during the performance they had
no problem flowing:
A M O M E N T
Walking into the Atrium of an Inpatient Unit and having four people pointing at me; when I walked up to them they turned their cell phone around showing me a picture of myself after they had just googled me to find me for possibly conducting the memorial service of their actively dying mother:
A M O M E N T
Seeing my grandchildren from the littlest
(the two year olds)
to the oldest,
(our 16 year old)
continuing to grow right before our eyes
and yet remain very child-like at the same time:
A M O M E N T
Waking up in the middle of the night and noticing that your holding a hand that’s clutching yours:
A M O M E N T
A song that comes on from your Shuffled Playlist at the exact time you really need to hear it but didn’t know that you did:
A M O M E N T
A phone call. . .
a Text. . .
a letter. . .
a chance meeting. . .
A L L M O M E N T S. . .
It’s NOT if
M O M E N T S
ever occur
as really if they ever
C E A S E ?
Maybe the specialness of this Season
is just reserved to those who are actually
L O O K I N G for those M O M E N TS ?
When is it?
What MOMENT does IT first come or
has it ?
Is IT still there or does it lay discarded. . .
cast aside like some soon to be useless wrapping paper?
We know, long ago as it has been told us,
“MARY KEPT THESE THINGS IN HER HEART. . .”
In his Classic, THE OTHER WISE MAN, Henry van Dyke said,
“ARE YOU WILLING TO BELIEVE THAT LOVE IS THE STRONGEST THING IN THE WORLD–STRONGER THAN HATE, STRONGER THAN DEATH–AND THAT THE BLESSED LIFE WHICH BEGAN IN BETHLEHEM…(ALL THOSE) YEARS AGO IS THE IMAGE AND BRIGHTNESS OF ETERNAL LOVE?
THEN. . .THEN YOU CAN KEEP CHRISTMAS, AND IF YOU KEEP IT FOR A DAY, WHY. . .WHY NOT ALWAYS?”
It’s all about M O M E N T S. . .
a n d ,
and just when isn’t there ONE?
Maybe it’s not about MOMENTS at all. . .
Maybe it’s not about Noticing MOMENTS. . .
Maybe it’s about just
C R E A T I N G T H E M !
C H R I S T M A S ‘e d. . .
If you’re going to be TENSE—
why not BE the PRESENT ONE . . . ?
Here’s to your
M O M E N T
and the many more to follow. . .
M O M E N T S :
They’re to be Made. . .
They’re to be Shared. . .
They’re to be enjoyed. . .
They’re to be NOTICED!
THEY’RE TO BE LIVED AGAIN
AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN
A N D . . .
Had any
M O M E N T S
lately?
They are like puzzle pieces
spread across a table top
begging to be put together. . .
The problem?
We most likely miss many more
than we notice. . .
and those might just be the most special ones of all
because it’s not always what we notice
but what we don’t recognize
that matters most!
Hit the
PAUSE BUTTON
it’s not a matter of it all coming to you
as you just seeing
that it’s already been here
and never leaves. . .
even if you never arrive
even if you have long left
IT
. . .Get Christmas’ed
and give a little of it. . .
The MOMENTS
you give
just might be the most
important MOMENTS
of all
and then maybe the greatest
D I S C O V E R Y
of all will be
u n w r a p p e d
m a y b e
. . .m a y b e
it really is up to you
and that might be the best news of all. . .
Just a Minute, NOW
https://youtu.be/9Z62xHU9ZQg
It might be an over simplification of things
O R N O T;
Bad Days Happen
but
Good Days Remain
and it’s not the bad things that remain forever
(it only feels like it)
so much as the good
that overshadows them;
It’s true
when the storm comes
the hurricane destroys
the tornado uproots
the fire incinerates
the flood sweeps away
the blizzard immobilizes
just a minute, now
r e c o g n i z e
n o t i c e
s e e
the sun shines warmly
the cool breezes soothe
the candle flickers and glows out darkness
the gentle ocean waves hypnotize
so though it may sound
severely simple
watch a baby smile
smell some fresh baked cookies
listen to your favorite play list
call a friend
send an anonymous gift
Just a minute, now
BE FOR SOMEONE
WHAT YOU NEED MOST FOR YOURSELF
Just a minute, now
watch the world change
as the way you
SEE
SMELL
TOUCH
HEAR
TASTE
EXPERIENCE
c h a n g e s
in just a minute
n o w
H E Y O K A
DO YOU KNOW ONE?
ARE YOU ONE?
I hadn’t even heard the term until yesterday afternoon during a Spiritual Care Coordinators Discipline Meeting. Dr. Kevin Dieter, a hospice doctor gave a presentation about Palliative Sedation/Management of Symptoms Intervention and began with this term. . .
And then I began asking those first two questions:
DO YOU KNOW ONE?
ARE YOU ONE?
An empath is a person who has the ability to feel the emotional state of another individual. There are many different types of empaths, however, Heyoka empaths may be the most spiritually attuned of them all.
What is a H e y o k a ?
‘Heyoka’ is a Native American word meaning ‘sacred clown’ or ‘fool’. This term is apt because it describes the way Heyoka use light humorous energies to open people’s minds and to heal. They work almost by tricking or joking with people.
This kind of empath sees life differently. They understand that sometimes the only way shift people’s thinking is to startle them out of it. They do this by showing them a completely different way of looking at things, often the complete opposite way.
The healing of a Heyoka is important, but they don’t take life too seriously. Heyoka empaths also behave as a mirror, reflecting other people’s behavior back to them so others can see themselves in a new way and begin to heal.
What do Heyokas do?
In Native American ceremonies, the Heyoka’s role would be to disrupt things in order to enable people to see things differently. This kind of empaths uses the energy of the sacred clown to open people’s eyes to new possibilities and different angles on a situation. They also have the ability to shift the energy of a group through their understanding of emotions.
Modern day Heyoka Empaths will often say or do something to shift energy and change perceptions. This allows others to begin to see clearly and heal. This kind of empath doesn’t heal in a conventional way, with crystals, their hands or through spirits. Instead, they create the space for others to become more aware of how they are behaving and thus heal themselves.
Heyoka empaths often heal through chaos and disruption. This is not always an easy or peaceful healing. However, it may be necessary for those completely stuck in a way of thinking that does not serve them.
Because Heyoka are empaths, they understand the emotions of others and are, therefore, able to provide the healing method suited to the individual’s needs. They might not heal someone completely all at once, however, he or she can lead someone through the next step on their journey to wholeness.
How do you know if you are a Heyoka?
Traditional signs that you are a Heyoka include being born breech, being dyslexic, being emotionally unpredictable, doing things backwards, being left-handed and thinking differently to others.
If you can feel other people’s emotions and instinctively know what they need to heal, you may be a Heyoka. You may also notice that when you have a deep conversation with someone, they often experience life-changing insights.
Perhaps you help people to heal through humor, or point out the ridiculous nature of a situation, in which case, you are using Heyoka energy. If you often find people are surprised or shocked by what you say or do, but then come round to your way of thinking and are able to move forward in their lives, then you are most certainly a Heyoka. . .
DO YOU KNOW ONE?
ARE YOU ONE ?
Pssssssssssssssssssssssst of the DAY:
The ANSWER
to both questions:
Y E S
W E
at our worst are
SHADOWS of Ourselves
a n d
at our BESTS
SHADOWS of OTHERS
(recognize THAT)
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