Archive for July, 2009

I’ve always been fairly active. I loved recess in elementary school, because I loved to play and be active. I was not one of those girls that hangs out at the edge of the playground gossiping about the boys. I played team ball, baseball, tether ball with them. In junior high I was in the Girls Athletic Club and in high school I went for yoga, dance and distance running.

I have natural coordination, but I’m not an athlete. I’ve never broken intermediate level at any sport. In my thirties, I took up windsurfing, skiing, and tennis. I was an avid walker and now I hike regularly. I swim and, having lived near the ocean most of my life, anything I can do in the water makes me happy.  I enjoyed Jazzercise when it was in vogue. I mountain biked when I lived in Marin. You gotta be crazy to live in Marin and not mountain bike right?

The first gym I joined was actually a tennis club that had a nice weight room. I watched my weight go up and down with the level of my activity and the awareness I had or did not have about my eating.  I have chased after the Twiggy model body, the toned body, the beach babe body of the surf culture, nearly all my life and I’ve never “caught” any of them. I’ve come close, but then there’s this maintenance thing and I get really, really bored with the gym and diets.

I’m old enough now to be able to look in the mirror and know that my youth is never coming back. I’m getting closer and closer to being ok with that. I joined a gym when I moved to Santa Cruz and for the first time in my life, I quit going after a few months even though I’d paid for an entire year. You might say it was the distance and time it took to get there, but the truth is I did not want to go. I didn’t like the environment: the stale air, the loud music, the distracted indifference of the other people who were not too thrilled to be there either. If I am going to spend time being active, I want it to be outdoors. So, these days,  I stick with hiking in the fresh air year round, adding swimming in the summers.

What I’ve discovered is that the key to staying with it is to stop exercising and simply play.

Are you coming? (c) Kathy Loh

Are you coming? (c) Kathy Loh

I think we have this tendency to compartmentalize our activities, chopping up the hours of our days into blocks on the calendar that have to do with work, recreation, exercise,  community, family, etc. This kind of thinking leads us to imagine that balance is a matter of rationing out those blocks to the various activities. It creates illusory borderlines between each category, especially work and play.

Balance is a dynamic. If we want to find time to do all we intend to do, I suspect we need to drop this compartmentalization process and look at weaving and synthesis. (I’ll write more on this in another entry.)

I vote we give up exercise! If we are counting laps, tracking “calories burned’ on some machine, dragging ourselves to the gym kicking and screaming, there’s something wrong here. Resistance is showing up for sure, but who’s to say the resistance is aimed at doing something that’s good for us? Maybe it’s about finding a better way; one that makes us come alive!

Hiking, biking, walking, swimming does not have to be an Olympics qualifying event. We are not “in training.” We are just letting our bodies do what they love to do: move. Take a swing dancing class, bike to work, play with your children and dogs at the beach or park, go for walks, play frisbee. Do these things alone, with someone or in a group, whatever pleases YOU.

It’s about being active and integrating activity and play into our lives. That integration will likely guarantee us much more activity than the prescribed 30 minutes at least 3 times a week. Find what it is that you love to do and become a disciple to it…that’s true discipline. Go kayaking, horseback riding, kite sailing, or grow a vegetable garden. If you think about it, this beautiful earth of ours offers ample opportunity for activity. What are we doing cooped up in gyms if (and that’s a big if) we don’t really want to be there. And if you love it…GREAT!…keep going, because you are probably at play there.

This integrative activity requires deep listening; tuning in to what it is our heart, mind, body and spirit find most nourishing and feeding them what they want. My passion for hiking is born of my heart’s desire to connect with nature, my spirit’s desire for adventure, my mind’s love of inspired musing and my body’s urge to move at whatever pace I choose in the moment.  (It’s a natural way of doing intervals, the latest trend in cardio-workouts.) When all aspects: mind, body, spirit, and heart are happy, then resistance disappears and all that’s left is joy, fun and play.

This is dawdling for sure! Feeling good and in flow while getting healthy? Go figure!

(Oh and one final tip: Play makes us happy and when we are happy we eat less and what we do eat is much better for us. That’s a little preview of an upcoming installment in my dawdling series.)

 Copyright (c) July 2009, Kathy J Loh, All Rights Reserved

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After I wrote yesterday’s entry, I did indeed go for a swim-float in the pool. While I was floating and, as usual, musing, something came through. I say it came through, because I was not thinking hard or even focusing. It came through in the same way melodies come through.  The words just popped out:

Today, I give up looking intelligent

I am as intelligent as I am

And that is all that matters

It wasn’t just the words that impacted me. It was the energy that came through with them; a true release of chasing after better from the perspective that I am not enough. It was a full release of wanting to be something other, for someone else, for some convoluted reason having to do with belonging, being loved, earning my keep. You know what I’m talking about, right?

I surrender. I give up the charade. I’m tired. Keeping up appearances (while probably not fooling anyone) is exhausting.

I began to play with this little poetic-mantra-chant-intention with a fill-in-the-blanks approach.  I found that with each iteration I felt myself relax more and more into the present moment. I felt totally supported by the water; resting in the arms of the Divine.

Here’s a few I played with:

Today, I give up looking beautiful

I am as beautiful as I am

And that is all that matters

Today, I give up looking successful

I am as successful as I am

And that is all that matters

Today, I give up looking creative

I am as creative as I am

And that is all that matters

I questioned the ending. Typical, right? Hear a message and question it. Should I end it with “and that is enough?”

Wow! There it is. No sooner are the words out of my mouth than I find myself wanting to LOOK GOOD again. All this fear around what others will think.

Here’s the thing. It’s a mystery how it came to me. It is a mystery precisely what “and that is all that matters” really means. Why mess with it? What does it mean to you? Is what it means more important than how it makes me feel?

It’s so nice and simple, I even wonder if I am just remembering something I read somewhere else in the hundreds of books and articles I’ve read. (If you recognize it, please set me straight so I can give credit. I recognize the similarity to the Reiki prayer and that might be why it sounds familiar.)

At any rate, it works for me and the timing is right. With a full solar eclipse today, the longest one of the 21st century, comes the opportunity to release that which no longer serves and turn our attention to converting our ideas into action.

(Kathy J Loh)

photo: Kathy J Loh

If I let go of looking something in favor of being something I already am, I can spend a whole lot less time searching, a whole lot less time resisting and much more time enjoying (in-joy-ing) life.

So here’s your fill-in-the-blanks opportunity to do the same:

Today, I give up looking _________________

I am as __________________ as I am

And that is all that matters.

What are the words that work for you in the blanks?

What are your trigger points?

Out of curiosity, I played with it a little and discovered that it probably doesn’t matter what words we use. Our choices point us toward where we hold ourselves hostage; our particular method for handcuffing ourselves.

Because,  it  boils down to this:

Today, I give up looking

I am as I am

And that is all that matters

(My creative muse sees there’s plenty more fun to be had in further reduction.)

Looking forward to your comments!

copyright(c)July 2009, Kathy J Loh, All Rights Reserved

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I spent a bit of each day this weekend sorting and sifting through more boxes. I have to admit, no matter how much enthusiasm I can gather for the image of spending the entire weekend efficiently and magically clearing away all forms of clutter and leaving my home Martha Stewart clean, when it comes to the actual doing of it all, I fall short. I fall into the pool and onto the sun lounger. I trip down the hiking trail toward the river. I fall into my friend’s car and out to a few of the many boutique wineries in Santa Cruz for some tasting. I fall into reverie. I fall onto the ground and stare up at the stars. I fall into bed with renewed enthusiasm for what tomorrow might bring.

Pool time! (Kathy Loh)

Pool time! (Kathy Loh)

Still, I did manage to make another dent in the entire project. Wrestling with it all just doesn’t serve. I’ve surrendered to the one-box-at-a-time process. I relish every trip out to the recycle bin. The sound of the shredder makes me giddy. With each slam of the recycle bin lid or whir of the shredder, I become lighter, my life and the weight of the journey becomes lighter.

It’s all about energy. Somewhere during those years of transformation, I lost the will to expend more energy than I receive. That’s not a way of being that I’ll be looking for in “lost and found” any time soon. Time spent writing, connecting with friends, connecting with Nature, connecting with Spirit and with myself is more important to me than time spent herding paper. So, I will be keeping less of it in the field of my life. Yet, it takes time to trim the herd, especially one that’s been growing for so many years.  I am reminded to be patient.

I was talking with my neighbor, Chuck, yesterday while carrying a box out to the recycle bin. He is an interesting character. He lives in one room and has a minimum amount of possessions. He was talking about his tools. He loves to woodwork and he has an amazing mind for invention. I marvel at his spatial intelligence. He spoke about things needing to have good homes.  He feels if he is not using his tools enough, he is not honoring their energy. If we are keeping things and not using them, not enjoying their beauty, then, in a way, they want us to find them new homes. Things lose their energy if neglected.

I thought of a lovely illustrated poem by Michael Hogan “Progress” which I have displayed in a glass clip-frame. I noticed it was dusty and I could feel its energy was depleted. Like crystals, things need to be cleansed and re-energized. Although I bought this poem-picture 30 years ago, it has stood the test of time. Like any good poetry, one can relate to it from just about any level of awareness. The simple process of dusting it had me re-read it. Its message was renewed in me.

I wonder sometimes if we don’t buy more things only because we’ve neglected to renew the energy in old things. We might be trying to revitalize ourselves through the energy of “new.” So many of our old things actually do still resonate for us, when we renew our connection with them. The ones that no longer feed us deserve new homes, where they are appreciated. It gives new meaning to house cleaning and dusting.  In doing so, we are creating beauty in the space, renewing the energy of the objects in that space and, thereby, reinvigorating ourselves.

As I ponder this, I realize that I can have this all or-nothing-approach. Keep it all, file it all, maintain it all or toss it all away. Both perspectives are about quantity. Either-or quantity quickly leads to scarcity or abundance. Now, I’m considering resonance. What is the resonance factor of each piece, each item, in terms of the whole of who I am now and who I am becoming? Memories are lovely. Some items filled with memory serve my current resonance. Others do not. Those need to be released to find new homes.

By releasing them, I create space for alignment of my energy with my environment as well as a lightness of being. I also create more time to spend floating in the pool….which is precisely where I’m headed now. The next box can wait.

 Copyright(c) July 2009, Kathy J Loh, All Rights Reserved

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My tarot card for the month of July (as pulled during my January Tarot Pilgrimage for the year) is Death. As scary as it first seems, the Death card is actually perfect for me right now. It is about endings; things that need to be completed and left behind.  Regarding this card, Pamela Eakins, PhD writes in Tarot of the Spirit, “…something in your life is dying. Some structure, pattern or form that you created, or with which you have been involved, is disintegrating or dissolving. This is necessary, of course, in order for new birth or transformation to occur.”

I’m paying attention to what’s dying and what is being born. What wants to leave me, even if I try to hold on? What’s coming to me? Pay attention and intention. Vision quest it.

I’m aware that the structures and routines I built that helped me survive these last few years are ready to be revisited and dismantled. The time of licking wounds and healing is ending and I am reorganizing my life to accommodate the work I want to do in this world. I’m visioning my next creative contribution.

This is a good time for purging my environment of items I no longer need.  I have a relatively travel-free month, the days are long and I have a deep desire to regain some  floorspace from the many boxes I’ve never unpacked.


(Card from Tarot of the Spirit Deck by Pamela and Joyce Eakins.
Copyright (c) 1992 U.S. Games Systems, Inc. Used with permission.)

Yesterday, I dipped a toe into my past and waded through two boxes; boxes that have housed “file later” papers neatly organized into hastily labeled grocery bags, for about four years now. When I was in the process of divorce and I moved into two rooms in a friend’s house, I had little desire, not to mention space, to attend to filing. Yet, it seems, I had plenty of interest harvesting and preserving anything that might inspire, inform or come in handy in a future I could not forsee. It was precisely because I could not predict it and because I am a creative thinker that everything seemed somehow useful. Everything held potential.

Add to that, the things with which I could not yet part; letters, notes, items from my cat, Stella, that I had to leave behind (long story) and documents that one keeps that prove the mortgage was paid off and various financial obligations have been met. I kept these because I was the silently designated keeper of these things in my marriage. I also resisted filing because I was the administrative assistant designee as well and it all left a bad taste in my mouth. I rebelled and thus, created for myself one heck of a clean- up job.

Opening each box is like opening a carton from the back of the frig. I am not sure what might be in there or what I will experience when I open it.  Some of it hit me hard. Stella’s collar, for instance and realizing she is 18 years old now, if she’s even still alive. I don’t know, because I’ve been purposefully deprived of any information about her. I sat there holding that collar close to my heart, as if holding her, and I had a good cry.

No wonder I’ve avoided these boxes. They are full of good-byes; good-byes to people, pets, homes, loves and most poignantly, good-byes to various iterations of me. Carrying out this task to completion means sending papers to the recycle bin and the shredder; a final good-bye.  Only the choice bits will actually find a home in the filing cabinet.  I have a little more clarity than I once did around what I need for this next leg of the journey.

Yes, there are some hello’s as well, some amazing finds that I will write about another day. Today it’s about good-bye and honoring the courage that transformation requires.

I’ve been on a heroine’s journey ever since I decided to get divorced. I packed all my things (well, 50% of them by California law) and set sail in uncharted waters armed with a vision, faith, determination and no small number of allies. I got really, really lost along the way. I wandered all over.  I visited many interesting islands; Lucid Living, Leadership, Shamanism, Soul Retrieval, Reiki, Sound Healing, Yoga of the Voice, Medicine Wheel Ceremonies,  you name it. I was gone as much as I was home and when I was home, it felt temporary. I traveled in my VW Camper and lived in and out of boxes.

I got braces and I grew my hair out from 1 inch to 15 inches. I was experiencing a second adolescence, but it wasn’t about the fun stuff,  it was all awkwardness. I was grieving, crying nearly every night and I had the dark circles under my eyes to prove it. Just as things got better, my father died.

It all really hit home yesterday as I went through the boxes. I found an 8×10 photograph of my Reiki group in Bend OR with William Lee Rand. I looked and looked at the picture, but I could not find me. I wondered if I took the photo and didn’t get in it myself. Then, I saw her…the she that is and used to be me; front and center. I did not recognize myself with chin-length hair, bangs, sallow complexion and very crooked teeth. I still have a hard time believing it was me.

I recognize myself in pictures prior to those years and I recognize myself in pictures from the last two years..but in pictures from that time in between, no. Who is she? My heart is filled with such compassion for her. Those lost years, the un-recognizable years, are the goo stage of metamorphosis. I recognize the caterpillar and I recognize the butterfly (even that took some time), but the chrysalis years are a mystery to me.

Who are we when we don’t know who we are? In the chrysalis stage we are re-cognizing ourselves while being unrecognizable.  We have to become unknown to ourselves so that we can create ourselves anew.

So, I wasn’t lost, I was hibernating, disintegrating to reintegrate, transforming. All the ingredients that went into that re-integration give me the heart-vision of compassion with which to see my journey, every step of the way in every direction I look.

The me I could not recognize in the picture is probably the closest to my heart. She is the one who had the courage to continue onward. She is the one who held steadfast in faith and reached out to her friends for help. She is the one who doggedly and creatively grew her business on her own in the face of potential poverty. She is the one who developed a deep and abiding relationship with Nature and Source. I could give a rat’s behind what she looked like. Her heart is pure gold and she taught me surrender and self-acceptance.

She brought me to the shores of Grace and that’s something worth “dying” for.

Copyright(c) July 2009, Kathy J Loh, All Rights Reserved

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I love you.

The words we long to hear.

The words we hear and don’t believe.

The words we say to another to express the depth of our feelings.

The words we hope there’s time to say to someone (and to hear) before passing.

The words we often toss off as mindlessly as “I’ll have fries with that.”

Words have energy. The sounds alone are energy. Words spoken from mind, from heart, from spirit, from body….all have different impacts. The speaking and hearing of words is a cycle of giving and receiving.

Earlier this year, I posted a practice I call “I love you,” which is to simply say out loud to ourselves those very words. Today, my focus is on saying I love you to another.  I did not use quotations, because what I’m going to speak to is awareness of the impact of our words upon those we love and expressing appreciation.

Country singer-songwriter Hal Ketchum sings “It’s more than just I love you baby. It’s every little word.”

It all counts. You can’t whitewash a powerful shaming or belittling with “I love you.” There was a couple who attended a few dinner parties at which I was present. She noticeably made him the butt of every joke. She was cynical and ridiculed him at every opportunity. I laughed along with everyone else at first. Then, I had to wonder how it was that anyone could laugh at this cruelty. No matter how funny it was meant to be, it was at the cost of another human soul’s dignity. She was a teacher to me in that she made me aware of my own tendency to make jokes at the expense of another.

Love Connects (clipart)

Love Connects (clipart)

I teach my relationship clients to offer appreciations to one another at our first meeting and it is how we close every session. It’s a practice I learned in my training with both The Coaches Training Institute and  Center for Right Relationship.

Because this is a practice, it is something I ask my clients to do every day, whether they feel like it or not. It’s easy enough to offer appreciation to someone, to say “I love you,” and to receive these words when we are feeling good. It’s near impossible when we are distressed and that may be when it is needed most. Practicing during the comfortable times makes it easier to use during the tough times.

Here are the steps:

1. Face each other and take an ample and easy clearing breath.

2. Keep your eyes on each other’s eyes, windows to your souls.

3. Energetically drop into your heart and allow yourself to connect with love. Love does not imply approval or even like. It is love from the Source and no matter what is going on, we are all capable of connecting with that Source when we are willing.

4. Begin by saying the other person’s name. Saying our names out loud is powerful. It is an announcement to the Universe that we ARE.

5. Then, say “I appreciate” and follow it with a quality about the other person that you want to acknowledge.

This is KEY – find something about who they are BEING rather than what they are DOING. We want to be loved for who we are as much as, if not more than, for what we do.


DOING – I appreciate you for helping John with his homework.

BEING – I appreciate your kindness, patience, willingness and love that is so evident when you are helping John.

DOING – I appreciate you for standing up to Jack.

BEING – I appreciate your courage.

If you are having trouble moving from doing to being, consider this. Take what it is that the person did that you appreciate. Then discover within your heart who that person had to be, what qualities of character they drew upon to create that action. Those qualities are your being words.

6. Finally, the recipient of the appreciation simply opens their heart and allows this gift of acknowledgment to sink in.  “Thank you” or “I feel  seen” is all that need be said.

Sometimes the more challenging of giving and receiving appreciations is receiving. We want to slough it off, make excuses for ourselves, hand off the credit to someone else.  So, as the one hearing the appreciation given to us, the practice is to be with the unfamiliarity of opening our hearts to receive.  It may be uncomfortable at first, like a first sip of water through sun-parched lips. If you are like me, you’ll get used to drinking it in pretty quickly.

If you practice this with another on a regular basis, you may find that you have a very small vocabulary for appreciative adjectives. It’s not surprising really. In my own search for a broader spectrum of words, I’ve looked through the dictionary. I’m certain there are many more negative words in the English language than there are positive. You can also build your positive vocabulary simply by looking into your heart and finding words that truly resonate with what you feel. Be patient with yourself and take time to let it come to you. And yes, there is always the dictionary or thesaurus.

Don’t be shy. Practice with the dog or the cat first, if you must. Then, invite your partner to practice with you. Soon enough, you’ll be offering your appreciations to sales clerks and postal workers in simple sentences creating smiles all around. Honestly, I’ve never met one that didn’t just beam with joy when offered an appreciation (sans hand-holding, of course, but looking them in the eyes is always good). By the way, have you ever noticed how little we actually make eye-to-eye contact with say, the grocery clerk?

More heart, smiles and positive words…soul to soul connections…I’m thinking the world can use a little more of this.

Closing note: The entire time I was writing this entry, two butterflies were dancing around outside my window. Symbols of beauty, aliveness and transformation….how might this practice enliven and transform your relationships?

If you need a little coaxing watch this: (Thanks to the soulful Lori Tuttle for finding this fun video)

Copyright (c) July 2009, Kathy J Loh, All Rights Reserved

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Full moon today

Full moon and a lunar eclipse

What do I know about the full moon? I know that I love the light it casts upon the landscape at night…both the light and the shadows. I know that I love how it floods into my bedroom through the skylights. I know that it comes and goes in its own time and I have no control over it.

My Tibetan/English-Qi Gong-Magical Energy-Worker friend, Pemma, wrote in an email that “today’s full moon is known as the Thunder Moon or the Hay Moon. Thunder moon because it’s the season of thunderstorms … so metaphorically if things have been particularly stroppy for you, be reassured that you will soon be out of this phase.” She goes on to point out that we can consciously use the energy of thunder to push through things.

When I posted this to Facebook, other friends responded: Suzanne wrote that this “full moon is also known as Mead Moon, for celebrating the reaping of the first harvest — a time for appreciating accomplishments and choosing those to expand…”

Angela wrote that it’s “also the Buck Moon, the Native American name for when the new antlers of buck deer push out of their foreheads.”

What I notice is common to all of these attributes is that they speak to cycles; to endings and beginnings. Beyond the normal association of cycles with the moon, these particular attributes speak to the time of year, the time when the first crops are harvested, fledglings are flying, young ones are maturing, insects and reptiles are shedding shells and skins. The quail chicks have hatched and we celebrate their arrival even as the shell of the egg whose arrival was at one time celebrated is now discarded.

For something to expand, it needs to push outward, upward, through. It needs to claim or be given space. For the next generation of a crop to have room to grow, the first fruits need to be harvested, need to be cut away, cut back, up-rooted. Fawn gives way to yearling, gives way to its adult potential and antlers reach skyward, pushing through skin.

On my walk today, I found a hollow shell of something that, at first, I thought might be a baby rattlesnake rattle, but it isn’t. It is an exuvia of some creature; the home for something that outgrew it. Something moved on and left the empty shell of what it no longer needed behind; left it there to disintegrate into the dirt, blow away with the wind. Most of us keep our empty-shell-pasts in boxes in the garage, in our unconscious habits, in our energy fields.

Full Moon Lake Tahoe (c) Kathy Loh

Full Moon Lake Tahoe (c) Kathy Loh

What we perceive to be the cycles of the moon teach us that expansion and contraction are part of wholeness and are not in opposition to one another. The full moon gives way to the new moon gives way to the full moon and it all has to do with lighting, reflection and our perception. It is always the whole of the moon.

When we forget it’s a cycle, we become fearful. We go linear. We see our lives as a kind of timeline that has credit (expansion) and deficit (contraction) and we judge credit as good and deficit as bad. We call expansion abundant and contraction scarcity. We hold them as opposites, even competitors and we forget they are all one cycle, one whole.

When we are walking a linear timeline with the “good times” and “bad times” we set ourselves up for disappointment. We begin to create crafty means for attempting to control and restrict the periods of contraction while we look for ways to control and sustain the periods of expansion.Can you say struggle?

There are cycles that delight us, like the seasons, and cycles we find less enchanting, like how the house needs cleaning, or the laundry needs washing, again. There are cycles that keep us alive, like our heartbeat and breathing.

All around us, things are ebbing and flowing. The moon pulls upon the tides. Time pulls upon the rose. Nothing is still and we can always depend on the fact that things are in constant movement, in a perpetual state of change. I find this rather fascinating given how we often imagine and complain that nothing is changing and we feel stuck or terminally bored. I make up that this happens when we are more interested in getting somewhere than in noticing and celebrating who we are and where we’ve been on our journey.

We need to receive the fruits of our labors and celebrate expansion even at that very moment where it is tipping over into contraction again. If we fear contraction, we fill our garages with might-need-it-again-someday, might-want-to-be-that-person-again-someday stuff. We horde the harvest and dampen our celebration.

If we fear the tension of pushing through, outward and upward, we stunt our growth. We become fearful of taking up too much space. We may even remain small and neatly contained in the shadow of larger bodies, like the moon or sun eclipsed.

What larger bodies might you be allowing to eclipse you, to cast a shadow over your light far beyond what is cyclically appropriate?

Astrologer Risa D’Angeles wrote that the eclipse of today’s full moon is the first of 3 eclipses this summer:  “July 7 (lunar eclipse, Full Moon), July 21st (blue moon, new moon, solar eclipse), and August 5 (lunar eclipse, Full Moon). Triple sets of eclipses will continue until the year 2020. We know eclipses bring an end to both inner (solar eclipses) and outer (lunar eclipses) realities.”

So here we go, lunar eclipse, solar eclipse, lunar eclipse…outer reality shifts, inner reality shifts, outer reality shifts – more cycles, more endings. As changes occur inwardly and outwardly, we are bound to feel some tension, especially if we see it as linear rather than cyclical; if we forget to perceive wholeness.

Let’s call upon some of that thunder energy, of which Pemma spoke, to consciously respond to and match the restless energy of creative becoming.  And when it comes time to be still and go within, rest. Rest creates rich compost.

Expand and contract

Inhale and Exhale

Receive and Give

All one, all whole…

And all a cause for celebration.

*extra note: For some wonderful artwork and ideas for you to explore with visual creativity around the Buck Moon theme, check out Leah Piken Kolidas’ blog Creative Every Day.

Copyright(c) July 2009, Kathy J Loh, All Rights Reserved

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