Saturday, April 10, 2010

BeLoved




A friend gave me the gift of this shirt seen in the photo several years ago. She knew me well at the time and knew I would love it. She was right. I have worn the shirt too many times to count. Each time I wear it, I feel it's meaning, which is actually a double meaning.

Sometimes I see that the message says "Be loved", which can be the perfect reminder that I must allow myself to "be loved", or in other words keep the door open to my heart, so I can feel love. What is necessary to feel love is to know that I am lovable beyond conditions. Whether I have made any recent errors in judgment, caused any problems, or just didn't do enough in that particular day, I am lovable. I love feeling lovable, by the way....it brings out the best in me.

Sometimes I see that the message says "Beloved" and that is a beautiful reminder for me to focus on sending love. Looking at those around me as Beloved Ones creates a softness..... a peacefulness inside me that feels right and natural. Aren't we all Beloved souls? Must we judge ourselves as being lovable or not?

It makes me wonder what the world would be like if we all wore Be loved shirts every day. Maybe we all just need a reminder of how much we're loved and if we knew that, how much more we would love others (without condition, of course).


Thursday, April 8, 2010

The State of Wait




I had an epiphany early this morning when I was feeling a bit "off " from my usual state of being in a happy groove. I realized it was because I was waiting for something to happen. What I have been waiting for doesn't really matter since waiting in general (at least for me) never carries any joy with it.

When I am in a State of Wait, it's almost as if my joy and wellbeing are on hold waiting for something to happen. I don't know about you, but if there's another way to live, rather than being in a State of Wait, sign me up.

As I continued to ponder this question, I came up with a few alternatives to the State of Wait. The states of faith, trust, positive expectancy and pure unadulterated focused desire without attachment seem like great substitutions.

Perhaps the biggest negative hook associated with waiting is attachment to an occurrence happening just as I have imagined. Sometimes I wait for other people to do what needs to be done, so I can have my way and once again be happy. Handing over my sense of wellbeing to someone else is always risky. Whatever I'm waiting for may not be as important to them as it is to me. Maybe they don't even know I'm waiting.

So, my little epiphany has healed my recent focus of waiting. Now, I choose to be open, trusting, believing and expecting that everything will work out perfectly, even if I don't know what perfect really is.