I just finished singing Compline this evening in the house Chapel.  That kind of Christian god is not my god . . . it felt uncomfortable and as I left the Chapel, very emotional.  This, too, has been  a nagging issue that hasn't had time in my consciousness. As much as I believe in the importance of community, in the divinity in and sacredness of all life, I also feel that it is time for the Christian god to be laid to rest and not be resurrected!   

Can't we be human without a god?  Can't we be kind, compassionate, serving others without a god?

The emotion is an emotion of letting go . . . . and it will take some good cleansing tears.
What a great gift this is today! AMEN!

She Let Go

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely,

without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a

book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort. There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her.

And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

The Heart Protector Chakra

Ambika Wauters was the first person with whom I studied Chakras. It was in the 1990s.  She added a  "sublevel" to the heart chakra called the "heart protector."  Its color is pink.

The heart protector is there just to do that, protect our heart.  Recently, I've been thinking about the rigidness that occurs in our hearts, as I am addressing that in my own heart. It manifests in our shoulders, the tightness that we have in "modern society."  How does it become rigid, how do we armor ourselves, and why?

For myself right now, betrayal seems to be at its root.  People who should love us don't, people who (for a variety of reasons, some legitimate) turn away from us, people who do not honor our emotions. This is personal as well as societal and institutional.  Parents who cannot listen. Police who don't protect.  Teachers who shame. Religious institutions that deny our worth.

These betrayals engender distrust of ourselves, particularly of our emotions, because betrayal is really about not trusting your own emotions: you distrust your own motivations, your own love.  You also think of yourself as being a betrayer, one who is deceitful, almost like a "Stockholm Syndrome" kind of situation.

Chinese medicine also has a "heart protector," called Xin Bao, the acupuncture point is called gaohuang .  Traditionally, this is thought to be our "black box recorder" of our lives where our "emotional and mental information converge"  It is also where all disease begins.  Check out this site.