I write this sitting in my Airstream trailer with the slow pitter patter of rain drops on the aluminum roof. The sound reminds me of a steal drum, but played at 1/20th speed: random notes dropped perfectly from the heavens. My bedroom window is less than 20 feet from a rushing stream with bulging shores full of millions of notes creating a constant chorus. The cool mountain stream rushes by my window and into a pristine lake that is just a few minutes’ walk away.

Lake Burton, Georgia: Where the creek empties

This home by the stream is just one brief stop on the pathless journey. I have no idea where I will be next week, but it will also be home.  Living in a house on wheels is a perfect metaphor for life. Although, there is a sweetness in knowing that as “home” as my trailer feels, this aluminum tube isn’t Home either. We are all Home all the time everywhere.

Many try to learn, buy, seek or pray their way home…so innocently. There’s always a fancier car, bigger house, better job, prettier partner, holier space, simpler mindset and on and on. We often forget that Home is in the simplicity that we already are.

The Simplicity

A few weeks ago my brother noticed a nest in a large bush near his front door. Within days the nest had three vibrant blue eggs with brown speckles. Soon the eggs were gone and left behind were three fuzzy little bodies tucked under themselves in total peace. While looking down at them I made a soft cheeping sound. Three gaping mouths unfolded from the lumps of fuzz and stretched towards the sky.

Within seconds after seeing those little fuzzy bodies with mouths stretched open, a feeling of freedom rushed over me. In the nest I saw myself and I saw all of us. In that nest was the simplicity of life. As I gazed down at those three little birds, I thought: “Isn’t their life simple: Just eat and sleep.”  Then I thought of their mom (who was surely out collecting worms or bugs or whatever else she could drop into those three gaping mouths) “Isn’t her life simple: She just has to fly around, find some food and bring it back to her babies.”

In that moment I could feel my face flush as I realized Life itself is peering down at me and seeing the same: “Isn’t her life simple: She just has to…. (Live).” If our lives could be seen from the great beyond, wouldn’t each life appear just as simple?

The Journey

We are all on a pathless journey, even when it seems we have places to be and lots of things to do. Somehow animals and nature get this easier than we do. We are nature and we are just the same. We are all little birds, we are Life itself.

The journey is so much simpler than we think. What if you could simply live: Live your same life in the same nest with the same everything, but have an entirely different experience? What if you could explore with all that you are, be with all that Is and experience all that is left when everything else falls away?

It’s there. The simplicity is there waiting for us. While writing this sentence, I was reminded of Rumi’s field: “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.”

Imagine living simpler and simpler all the while the world becomes more full. There is no path to this place, there is only a walk and it’s a walk that you must experience. No amount of reading or study or listening to people talk will do… it’s simpler than that. There is no “how to” guide. The journey is Life, and through fully living and leaving behind all we know, we see more.

Our lives really are just as simple as the little birds. It’s just that they know it, and we don’t… yet.

The forest in Clarkesville, Georgia on a hike to Hemlock Falls

Here I sit in my aluminum home with the steel drum slowing and softening. The gentle roar of the stream seeps through the closed window and into my ears. The majestic trees, with their delicate spring leaves glistening and clean, tempt me out to walk in the rain. What I wish for all of us is to explore: to walk out into Life (whether it be in the rain or the bright sunshine) and live with the freedom that you already are. What if we released all judgements on ourselves and others? What if we slowed down to see the beautiful simplicity and walked on the pathless journey, exploring with no destination in mind?

The simplicity is in living, purely living without all the made up stuff.

Lets walk…

 

 

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The last several months have been extremely challenging for my family: Dementia/Alzheimer’s, misunderstandings, mental hospitals, police, cancer, homelessness, helplessness, guilt, anger, sadness … and lots of love. The pandemic has been a recent cherry on top of it all. In 41 years I’ve never cried so much for other people as I have in the last three months. Though there was something sweet beneath it all. Something I still can’t fully describe, but it feels like hope and surrender dancing as one… and it has the essence of something that could change everything for everyone.

In January there was a morning I couldn’t stop crying and I had a webinar to host. Interestingly, I was doing ok amidst what seemed like mayhem: I was just really really sad. With high hopes of somehow drying up the tears, I phoned a friend. After briefly sharing with her through sniffles what was happening she said “Wow, it’s incredible… I can tell that beneath all of it you really know everything is ok.”

“Yeah… Life is just doing its thing. I have no idea where this all will lead, but it’s happening perfectly…” I replied. Deep down I knew we were all fine. And with this knowing there was such a lightness to the sadness. I was still weepy as we were saying our goodbyes with the zoom call looming. My friend and I laughed as I ended our call by saying “Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to show up crying.”

Within a few minutes Life surprisingly snapped me out of the crying fit and no one on the call had an inkling of any of this. Though, my biggest wish now is that everyone knows.

Hope

I used to think “hope” was aligned with the dictionary definition of hope: to want or desire and to anticipate great outcomes.

So many times in my first 40 years of life I hoped and prayed (actually begged and bartered) for something different: for a better situation, for good health, for a win, for love, for you name it. I wanted life to be “better” than it was and did my best to will it into being. That definition of hope lead me astray. Thankfully “Hope” has changed…

Hope is gentler now, and I am gentler with Life.

I can’t explain how or when it happened, but hope shifted to a deep knowing that life is always in perfect motion. Instead of hope relating to what will eventually happen, it is directly linked to what Is. Hope is seeing that what is happening in the world is a perfect unfolding of Life, even if it doesn’t make sense right now. Life instantly became so much simpler.

The poet and peace-focused first president of the Czech Republic (and last president of Czechoslovakia), Vaclav Havel, put it perfectly:

“Hope is not the same thing as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.”

Can we be certain that something makes sense in the midst of uncertainty?

The world seams extremely uncertain right now. Consider if it is possible that there is just as much uncertainty now as there has ever been. Could this be true: until recently we thought we knew how things would happen and now the veil has been removed? Plain and simple: Could future certainty be a mirage?

Life is uncertain, regardless of the illusion of being certain.

In early March I flew from Florida to Los Angeles for work before everything got heated with the virus. By the time I was able to fly back to Florida much of the country was on lockdown and things had drastically changed. No worries though: I had a plan, a place to stay and back up plans. I landed in central Florida and drove to pick up my Airstream trailer. By the time I arrived at my trailer all of my perfectly laid out plans had evaporated: I was homeless in a place I knew no one with very few supplies. I thought I was feeling pretty cool about it all. Then I joined a call with several friends and the floodgates opened. I felt lost, alone and could barely speak through the tears. At the cusp of it all I just wanted to be with friends/family and that was out of the picture now.

Thankfully this lovely group of friends gently pointed me towards hope and what I knew to be true. I woke up from my lostness and remembered that the universe is kind, life is in perfect motion and we are always ok. I woke up to Hope again and in that space there was peace. From that quiet place I resourcefully looked for a place to live. Within an hour everything began falling into place.

What was in the cards all along was getting “taken in” by a total stranger. Her name was Hunter and she had a big yard made up to be a mini campground. She was in her mid 70s, super cool and traveled the country full time in her Airstream for 15 years… way back before anyone actually did that kind of thing. When I shared my situation of needing a place to park and isolate she quickly responded back saying: “Come on over! You are me 20+ years ago!”

So I did and what a treat it was to become close friends with a kindred spirit while isolating separately together. I stayed in her yard, she in her house and we routinely met in between: sitting on opposite ends of her porch chatting and sharing as the sun went down. Given the choice, I would never have chosen to live in a stranger’s yard in a pandemic, but Life had grander plans… once again, it all made sense.

Amidst the uncertainty, this is certain: Life is always in perfect motion.

In the second paragraph I mentioned that I can’t describe what’s there for all of us, but it feels like hope and surrender dancing as one. There is something to this… let’s look and tease it out: What if life is truly uncertain and we can accept that? And what if we could  begin to see how life makes sense, regardless of how situations unfold. What if we could pair that with fully living Life and coming more and more alive while completely embracing what is happening now? Imagine what might be possible when we can let go of all regrets, never worry again and simply live in the beautiful unknown that we call Life.

Droplets on my window

By chance, I began writing this piece in the darkness of a fierce storm. Just now I looked up to see the water droplets on the window with the sun shining brightly on the green leaves in the background. There is calmness as the thunder is barely audible in the distance and the birds have begun to sing…

Hope is natural, uncertainty is certain and Life is carrying us along… always.

 

 


**Note-In January I had the gift of having a long and beautiful conversation with Dr. Linda Pettit. As best I could, I described to her what I shared in this blog (but not so eloquently). She heard what I was trying to share and matter-of-factly said “Oh, Syd used to describe that as ‘Life is in perfect motion’.” Yes! That is it! Those are the perfect words that paint the picture so simply. So thank you to Linda and to Syd Banks… and thank you to everyone who has, in any way, been a part of this grand adventure. We never know when or where the perfect words and people will appear… Angels are everywhere and Life is always in perfect motion! xoxo

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“I would rather have trustworthy and satisfying answers to these questions than all the gold in the Indies. To know—not to believe, not to hope, not to have faith, but to know that the universe is friendly, that our feet are set on and intelligent pilgrimage, and that there is Love at the heart of all things.”
– Raynor Johnson

I read this quote exactly a month ago today and it hit me more intensely than any quote I’ve ever read or heard.

In the last nine months I have been dumbstruck. Inside is a knowing deeper than I could ever imagine knowing, yet I have been unable to verbally share. Though I’ve tried, words have fallen short. This knowing has brought a calm, openness, and simplicity to life that is so beautiful that it brings tears to my eyes. Metaphors and stories provide a taste, but still haven’t come close to expressing the inexpressible.

So far, this description is as close as it gets: The universe is friendly, our feet are set on an intelligent pilgrimage and there is Love at the heart of all things. Read that again and consider what life would be like if you knew in the depths of your soul that even one of these statements was true.

What If the Universe Is Absolutely Friendly?

What if we knew that the universe had our back and everything was perfectly orchestrated? … Even events we feel are very unfortunate, like death, sickness, wild fires, pollution: Everything. What if this is as much a part of the beautiful symphony of Life as love, peace and joy? Imagine fully experiencing all emotions and still knowing that Life is taking care of us and this is all a part of what Is.

My friend and colleague Brianne Grebil beautifully shared her experience with this:

“Give me my grief. Give me my anger. Don’t you dare try to take them from me. Don’t ask me to contain them, explain them away, give them meaning, or tell me anything about them. They must be experienced. I need to feel them wrung hard from my soul so I can be shook out and hung on the line to dry clean.”

-Excerpted from Give Me My Grief

Imagine being fully alive and free to live, feel, love and advocate. And at the same time be completely unsure of how things will turn out and yet know deeply it will be “perfect” (even if we have no idea what perfect actually is).
What is the universe is friendly?

Might We Really Be On An Intelligent Pilgrimage?

Merriam Webster defines pilgrimage as: the course of life on earth

What if on our pilgrimage there really is an intelligence grander than we can ever imagine? To me it seems the infinite symphony of Life is constantly unfolding perfectly. It always has and always will. We cannot get Life wrong; ‘Mistakes’ are just misunderstandings; and every part of our experience is the intelligent pilgrimage.

It seems the more we can relax into this knowing with a peace and a sense of childlike adventure, the more astoundingly grand the journey becomes. Just writing this, emotions are flowing. There is something so very special in this knowing. We all are blessed with innumerable gifts in disguise.

A few weeks ago I was asked to oversee a large project, one that involves many people and quite an investment. I accepted the role knowing full well that I did not know how to do it, but at the same time trusting it could be done, and done very well. This project could be seen as demanding and stressful, but has felt fun and exciting since the beginning. There are many pieces of the puzzle that I have no clue about. Even though I’m just a few weeks in, the experience has already been mind-blowingly amazing.

Miraculous things have happened. For instance, there were items (that I initially didn’t realize we needed) that happened to come up in conversation on a specific day. I went online after the casual conversation and found that the order must be finalized immediately in order for the items to arrive in time. If that casual conversation were to have occurred a day later, it might have been too late. It happened as if orchestrated by design.

This one is even better: My Mom and I were chatting just last night. She reminded me that I was her healthcare surrogate and that she had given me all of her important information and last wishes a while back. Unsure of where I kept it, I went on the hunt. I found her final wishes and instructions as well as my Dad’s will. As I was flipping through the pages, a folded and wrinkled paper fell out and landed at my feet. I opened it up and it was a document I needed for the large project.

The project and the document had nothing to do with my mother’s final wishes and will. It should not have been in there. I hadn’t touched the folder with the will for well over a year. If my mother hadn’t mentioned it, I likely would not have looked at it until her final days. The folded paper was a document I had forgotten about and needed for the project. If it hadn’t landed at my feet, I may not have realized it was missing until the day it was needed. What are the chances of all that happening? This project and the ease at which things are effortlessly appearing and literally falling in to place has been a lovely reminder of the journey and the infinite intelligence behind everything.

If you knew, like really knew, we were on an intelligent pilgrimage, how might things change? I giggle as I realize this is actually the simplest definition of Coddiwompling.

To coddiwomple is to be on an intelligent pilgrimage. We are all coddiwomplers, we can’t help it… it is the essence of us.

Just last week I shared with a friend and mentor that in almost 40 years, I don’t think I’ve shed a tear because of loveliness. In the last 9 months, those tears have flowed regularly. It’s so simple and so gorgeous. We are not in control and we are free. We do not know where we are headed, but it is perfect and safe and exactly what is.
What if we all are on an intelligent pilgrimage together?

What If at the Heart of All Things is Love?

Could this really be so… at the heart of everything is love? Yes. Everything.

How? The answer to this is a question: Who are you? Deep down, beyond your name and your body and all the things you think you are… beyond all of that. Look and wonder… Who am I?

This is the question of all questions and it seems that the more clear the answer becomes, the simpler more beautiful and lovely everything Is. In this lies ultimate peace. This is a big one. Even if we just see glimmers an occasional glimpses of the answer to this one question… It will change the world.

What if at the heart of all things is Love?

“I would rather have trustworthy and satisfying answers to these questions than all the gold in the Indies. To know—not to believe, not to hope, not to have faith, but to know that the universe is friendly, that our feet are set on and intelligent pilgrimage, and that there is Love at the heart of all things.”

Thank you Raynar

Love,

Us

 

 

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This Thanksgiving, I drove to Santa Fe, New Mexico, a historic town that was lightly dusted with fresh blanket of snow. I walked the picturesque streets in awe while snowflakes floated in the crisp air. As so often happens when coddiwompling, on my way back to my truck I felt led to take a different course.

I ended up on an empty walkway behind the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi. There were no statues or striking architecture, but just a bit further down the walkway there was a little girl rolling a giant snowball. Her mom and little sister were there too, and I mentioned to them that I’ve never actually rolled a giant snowball of my own. They encouraged me to try, so I did. It wasn’t as easy as it looked. Before long, I had a little six year old girl with polka dot boots standing next to me saying, “Here, let me help you.”

Her name was Phoebe, and she showed me how to get things going and soon we had sizable ball forming. The girl I first noticed turned out to be Phoebe’s older sister, Lily, and her snowball was now massive. Seeing our two snowballs, their mom suggested that Phoebe and I stacked our ball onto Lily’s and make a snow man. Having never made a snowman, I was even more excited about this idea than the girls. So we began.

Lily and I carried our huge ball together and sat it on top of hers. Then the process of creation began to flow. Within minutes, we had formed a naked snowman and we all stood on the walkway scanning the area, wondering what we could use to create special features and snowman parts. We only found leaves and more snow, but we carried on. Soon our snowman began to take on more of a feminine look (with delicate eyes and eyebrows made of leaves).

“Alright, she’s a snow-woman… let’s dress her up!” someone shouted. And so we did.

Before long she was wearing a beautiful dress and a hat sculpted of snow. Pinecones and leaves were found to fashion a bouquet for her to hold.

It was their mom who named our creation:

“Lupita”, she said. “Lupita de la nieve”

When I asked what that meant, she explained that it translated as “Lupita of the snow.”

For me, the most gorgeous part of the whole process was the uninhibited creativity. It flowed from beginning to end. One of us would mention an idea, and from that first idea little baby ideas would spawn. Several times I thought we were finished, but Lupita of the snow continued growing in intricacy and loveliness. Soon, she was walking a cute little dog named Guapo, who wore a tiny top hat with a decorative collar made of leaves. I was in awe again, this time with the tide of creativity spontaneously arising in this obscure spot behind a cathedral I hadn’t even planned to visit.

I learned so much about how to be in creative partnership from playing with the girls. There was never an idea that was squashed. Each new possibility was greeted with love, collaboration and encouragement. Lily and Phoebe were so present. There was nowhere they thought they needed to be and nothing else was on their mind. They were purely in the here and now. This snow sculpture on an obscure alley behind a cathedral needed not be seen by anyone. This was creation for creation alone.

The funny thing was, I wasn’t really present with them. Although I was participating, I was also going in and out of the process of creation and thinking I had somewhere better to be. I had fallen into the trap of thinking there was something more important I should be doing, mentally heading back to my truck again and again, thinking about all the errands I had to run.

In those moments of overthinking, creating with the girls seemed like work and I felt continually drawn to leave. The make-believe future I was imagining kept getting in the way of a gorgeous present moment.

I was creating Lupita with Lily and Phoebe, but with one foot in the present and one foot in the make believe future. When I fully stood in creation together with these two beautiful children, it was delightful. They reminded me how simply kids live, especially little kids: They don’t know how to be anywhere but the present. I was so lucky to be sharing in this beautifully creative time with these angelic little girls. What was happening was much more beautiful than anything I could have ever planned.

Standing behind the cathedral and noticing my wandering mind, I saw something new in something I’d first heard years earlier: “Be like little children if you want to enter the kingdom of heaven.”

What if this sentence is pointing us towards the pure bliss of being a child and seeing the world as it actually is: living in wonder in the present, before thought and judgement appear to cloud our vision.

What if living in heaven is actually as simple is living life with the presence of a child?

What if simply being, with nothing on our mind, is pure bliss?

I continue to be in awe of the everyday lessons life presents me with. Sometimes they come in the form of a snowstorm on Thanksgiving Day, and a ‘chance’ meeting behind a cathedral. Sometimes, they come in the form of Lupita.

Yesterday, when I began working on this blog, I googled “Lupita” to find the origin of the name and was shocked at what appeared on the screen. The Virgin Guadalupe (like the Virgin Mary) has been a powerful symbol of Mexican identity for close to 500 years. The mom had named the snow woman Lupita, which translates as “Little Guadalupe”.

As the legend goes, it was a winter day in 1531 when the Virgin Mary first appeared to a peasant in the form of a dark-skinned indigenous woman. On December 12th, just a few weeks after his original vision, she appeared again as a life-size image of the Virgin Mary on the inside of his robe. For millions of Mexicans and Mexican-Americans, December 12th holds special significance. Guadalupe’s image is associated with everything from motherhood to feminism to social justice. She is a symbol of goodness, and Guadalupe watches over us.

For the girls and me, Lupita appeared in the form of a gorgeous snow woman, born from nothing on Thanksgiving day behind a cathedral in Santa Fe. We had no idea we were creating her when we began; she truly just appeared as we played together. And then, completely unaware of the significance, on December 12th it occurred to me to share Lupita’s story.

Could this really be a coincidence?

Take a look at the two photos below. On the right is Lupita with the girls; on the left is a statue of the Virgin Guadalupe. I am astonished by the similarities, even down to the position of their arms.

There is a creative force that responds to all of life. Some call it God. Some call is Source. Some call it the Universe. This creative energy has many names, but to me, it is Life itself. Life guides us towards what is good for the whole. Life appears to us in the form of pure creativity, and creativity is love.

Take a look into Lupita’s eyes… notice the magnificence in the leaves staring back at you. This is life. This is pure presence and creativity. This is love. This is you.

 

 

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For the past few weeks I’ve been in Florida visiting friends, family and even my old house. It’s been nearly two years since I sold most of my stuff and drove away from the life I once had. Sitting in front of the place that used to be home felt peaceful: I could remember living there, but it also felt like I no longer knew the person who called that house “home”. I thought about what was ahead for the girl who drove off 23 months ago.

She had no idea…

We truly can’t fathom what is possible. The limits of our imagination are always there. Thankfully the seed of realizing “I do not know” had been planted. What a gift… Lots of thankfulness and gratitude for the cosmic nudge out of the nest and into the beautiful unknown.

We say anything is possible, though there is often an edge. Here is what I see now: The edge is an illusion. The goals, dreams and wishes we have are just the point at which our humanness can’t conceive what lies beyond. This is the imaginary limit. Truth is: something always lies beyond. We get glimpses into the invisible and then new limits are born. What we see moves the edge. This is life. Some might say we are learning, growing and creating. Though what if it’s not creating at all? What if we are merely discovering what already is?

What if through our goals, the illusionary edges of our imagination show themselves to the world? It seems the more we are taught about the limits of what is possible and how things work, the more firm the illusion is.

Imagine a kid (who’s never seen a coral reef or even a fish) on a boat looking down into the sea on a choppy day. He can see green, blue and maybe even a streak of bright color every now and then. He can imagine what might be under the surface, but he really has no idea. The water’s rough surface is the limit. What if someone tried to describe for him what was under the surface using only words? Or, what if someone who had never seen a coral reef tried to describe to him what sea life is? What if the kid took those descriptions as reality?

Now place a piece of glass on the surface so he can see clearly through to what is below… a whole new world, a world seen with fresh eyes. Take it one step further and let him dive in with a snorkeling mask, swim with a lionfish, feel seagrass tickle his bare chest and touch the surface of a sand dollar…  Then what happens to reality?

Could beliefs confine us? And might the ensuing goals limit us?

Beliefs tend to be passed down via texts, stories, or witnessing people live. It seems the fortunate ones have been blind and/or awakened. Their awareness seems to be less cluttered and emptier (but empty in a great way): like a vacant vessel waiting to be filled by the infinite river of all that is… roused by the unknown and thirsty for truth in the gentlest of ways.

Many vessels are congested by stories and instruction taken as truth. We trust people and rule books for life. Some have been written by those that think they know or with interests not befitting the whole. The edges seem so firm and limits so distinct. In this space, imagination can be caged like a bird within a mesh made of thought and words.

In a recent session in my Coddiwomple Group Program, we were discussing the freedom and possibilities that might be there if we all had amnesia and forgot everything we knew. What if we didn’t know what we liked or didn’t like? What if we didn’t know enough to have expectations or judgements about anyone or anything? What if we had no preconceived ideas?

There was a silence and I loved watching all the expressions and wondering looks as the group considered this deeper and deeper.

One of the group members spoke up, saying she had actually lived through this: Twice!! Due to medical conditions, she had lost all of her memory and didn’t recognize anyone or even know her own name. She described it as so peaceful and nice. She wasn’t afraid. She was seeing everything fresh and anew. It was gorgeous to feel the lightness and curiosity in her story. She shared that she had been a serious chain smoker and it was months after the amnesia before she remembered that she used to smoke… she saw things so different after “forgetting everything” that her life fundamentally changed in many ways (and as a bonus she’s never wanted to smoke again!).

What if there are no limits? What if we all could begin to see through our concepts, beliefs and ideas? What if we began to see everything with fresh eyes?

A simple example for me is this: I used to think I was shy, nervous, and didn’t like speaking in front of a crowd. In December of 2015 I went to my first networking event. I sweated through my shirt and felt so self-conscious that when it was time to introduce myself to the group(15-20 people) I stumbled, stuttered and only used 15 of my allowed 30 seconds before abruptly ending the intro (and wishing I could magically disappear). The next day I sought help for public speaking. My goal was to one day introduce myself to a networking group without sweat rings and stuttering. Now it is astoundingly different, not because I learned to be tougher, but because of seeing something deeper.

As we see more, the limits begin to wane and our experience shifts. I have lost control in a beautiful way. I’ve begun to realize that I only thought I was in charge. It seems we are the river of life and the more I see about that, the more I am surprised by the beauty of what is. This feels exhilarating and freeing at the same time. Realizing “I don’t know” has been a beautiful gift. Fear, worry and expectations have melted away. The voice in my head is quieter than it has ever been and what’s left is more simplicity… and as a bonus I completely enjoyed closing an international conference with only minor sweating 🙂

Although, it wasn’t all easy: What I haven’t often shared were the tough times early on in my journey… lots of loneliness, mixed with regret and misunderstanding. Often life taught through people… Even if only for a moment we exchanged words, a smile or a quick hello. It was all a part of the greater understanding.

Then life over and over lured me far away from any humans: Into the forest, on mountain tops and far out in deserts. In these quiet places so much was seen. This is where I metaphorically dove in like a kid with a snorkeling mask.

One thing that is very obvious: it was all a gift. I often wonder how I got here and know it wasn’t me.

Looking back it is all so clear… The puzzle pieces were being laid out all along and are already there now (even if we don’t realize it). So often we don’t know “why” things happen the way they do. Though there is something special that happens deep down when we can relax into knowing that we don’t know. It seems in the realization of this the edges of our imagination soften and our walk becomes more purposeful, yet gentle. We walk in the present knowing that is all there is, yet delightfully hopeful of what is to come.

Every moment is like a gift under the tree of life, wrapped since the infinite beginning. What’s inside is unknown until it’s not… though it is a gift, whatever it may be.

 

 

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I’m writing this bundled up in a hammock on a cliff-side perch above a crystal clear fast flowing river far out in the wilderness. Civilization is at least a half hour drive away, I have no shelter other than trees towering above and I am the only human here. It is very dark and the sky is dotted with thousands of stars. I’ve slept the last couple nights hanging between two trees. The nights are cold (40F/5C degrees) and the only interruptions to the silence are birds, animals, and the wind. I heard large animals communicating with grunting sounds at about 4:30 am… guessing deer or elk. Hammock Over the River

The thought actually crossed my mind: “I should be more scared…” What if there are bears or mountain lions or mean people? It’s interesting that when I typed that and the images floated through my psyche I felt quite scared… How peculiar our mind can be. Though, now thirty seconds later, I don’t have any fear at all: peaceful in the forest by myself, but not alone at all.

There is something very special that happens through the knowing that all is well. By “All is well” I mean: Everything Is exactly how it Is. Period… anything else we add is just a story.

More and more I see that as I let my beliefs and disbeliefs fall away and live fully engaged, but without any preconceived idea of how things should be: All the unimaginable possibilities that were there all along bloom into the magnificence that already is.

For years it has felt like we have to be open to all the possibilities in order for them to occur. This doesn’t appear true to me anymore. It appears that unimaginable possibilities are happening all the time, it’s just that we are judging things as good or bad, or we think we know how it is supposed to be. So we struggle. We often are so preoccupied that we miss the magnificence that is happening right beneath our nose.

Here is a cute and interesting short story that just happened and sweetly illustrates this knowing and trust (and involves brief nudity- reader beware!!):

After being in the dusty woods for a couple of days I wanted to clean up. I walked down the hill to the river with soap and a towel. A clean face and clean feet would be such a treat. The river is very cold and the sun was already behind the trees.

While standing in the river, just ankle deep, I washed my face: Brrrrr it was cold! Then I washed my feet, but noticed I had dirt and dust up to my knees. So, I took a couple steps down the steep bank to get in a bit deeper. The bank was covered with algae… I slipped and slid right in. Yikes! Arctic water!!!

Now I’m standing in the river and the only parts not submerged are my shoulders and head. “Ha! I’m taking a bath!” I thought comically. My soap still in hand, I slipped my bathing suit off, threw it up on the bank and took a very refreshing bath in the crystal clear snow melt water of the Cascade Mountains.

It was one of the quickest baths I’ve ever taken, but also probably the most refreshing of my life! I washed, rinsed and climbed back up to the grassy shore sporting my birthday suit. Within minutes I was back up at camp dressed in a few warm layers and feeling amazing.

As I was walking back I realized how beautiful that experience was and how it was a microcosm of all of life. A feeling of gratitude washed over me as I realized the drastic shift I’ve experienced in the last several months. I had no plans to go more than ankle deep in the river, though without a thought there was a profound and sweet surrender to what already was: I was taking a bath. Some might call it meant to be, I now see it as what Is.

Not long ago, I probably would have thought: “Great! Now I’m cold and wet” or “why did this have to happen?” or maybe I’d have fallen in and then thought “Well, I’m here now. Guess I’ll take a bath.” None of that crossed my mind. It was a childlike glee and a bath in a river- nothing more. The most gorgeous part of my bath tonight was realizing after the fact how simple and amazing life has become.

What if everything really just Is?

What if life is flowing and the only thing there is for us to do is to continue to follow our inclinations and surrender to what is? Many may read that and think “Yeah, but there are really bad things that happen in life. That was just a little slip in a river.” I hear you and yes: I too sometimes get caught up and wonder if this is really true, especially in situations that don’t seem to be fair.

One such scenario that pops to mind is my mom living with serious stage four cancer. That’s not fair. How can anyone surrender to that? Though, she is flowing beautifully through the experience with such grace and ease. Just over a year ago she called quite excited to share with me that she knows why she is still alive years beyond what doctors predicted. Here is what she said:

“I am still alive, because I’m not afraid to die.”

Wow, yes. Mom gets it. Life is just lifing and most people wouldn’t guess my mom has been living with such a grave diagnosis for quite a while. Last month we had the most amazing time: camping, hiking, and exploring in Oregon. Even then, she admitted that she really didn’t think she’d still be here all these years later. I didn’t either. I’ve witnessed her sweet surrender, deeper and deeper for years now. She takes everything in stride, it’s a beautiful thing to witness.

When most people think of surrender, they think of waving a white flag or bowing down in defeat. The surrender I’m referring to is quite different: instead it is being fully engaged in life, following the tickles of our soul, living beautifully, and being fully ok with what already Is. There is no ‘fight’ or regret or wishing you could have it another way.

What if the infinite symphony of all time has already been written? What if we can’t get it wrong? What if sickness, falling in rivers, pain, layoffs, parting of relationships, homes burning down, hunger… what if all that too was just what is?

I can tell you this for sure: Cancer looked real- it looked like awfully bad news… until I saw through my beliefs and disbeliefs to what is. Do I wish Mom didn’t have to go through chemo and all the rest she’s been through? Of course, but it just is. And even before I realized that it just is…. I already saw so many beautiful things that were born from this experience.

What it looks like to me right now is this: When we see that everything Is, our entire experience shifts to simplicity and ease. When the illusion that things should be different subsides: a knowing remains. This knowing provides for such a clear and peaceful state of mind. Within this space we can simply live while being present to our instincts and inclinations. In this space, no matter what is happening in the world around us, there is clarity that the symphony is grander than we can imagine.

Life knows when a cold bath is perfect… even that experience was so much more refreshing than I could ever have imagined possible. Life is clean: always.

What a refreshing reminder of what Is.

 

…until the next revolution

 

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In the silence of a new day being born, I sit on a lakeside perch under a layer of clouds lying low like a warm blanket covering us. “Us” meaning all of us: the lake, the trees, the bases of the mountains in the distance, the birds, the buzzing and curious bugs that seem so loud in the silence, the fish beneath the mirror of the water’s surface, and the chipmunk chirping across the reflection in the forest on a far shore.

Across the lake a large stretch of trees are brightened by the first rays of sun peeking through a hole in the clouds. I can almost hear the trees stretch and sigh a lovely sigh as they wake up to the day. Moments later the bright sun on their leaves lightens and fades until it’s gone. The clouds drift back together forming a soft and full cover again. The trees snuggle back in under their cozy blanket of clouds to rest once more on this lazy Sunday morning. Yes, it seems trees love a Sunday snuggle too.

 

I wrote these first two paragraphs while in a space of stillness and presence… that space that lies beneath all that we think and the noise that is our humanness. Now it is another day. I am outside with nature again, hoping that something flows through my fingertips and on to the screen… anything to continue the story I began under the blanket of clouds. I’m waiting and wishing… In a way, aren’t we all?

In the last few days I had conversations with two people who wanted the same thing. They both wanted: to feel free, at ease and in flow. Monks have been retreating to caves high in the mountains in attempt to reach this space for centuries. Extreme athletes often do what they do to be in a similar space. In essence we all want the same thing.

While wanting and waiting for the words to appear, I checked my email and clicked a link: It was a video with Anita Moorjani… I was listening to what she was describing and agreeing with pretty much every bit of it. Although, something she said struck me deeply.

In her unique way, she was describing what I also see to be true about life and the fact that everything just Is. Everything is perfectly orchestrated. Often we can’t see the entire tapestry when we are zoomed in and experiencing living the life of a single thread. I was listening to Anita and thinking: “Yes, that’s it. This is one of the best descriptions I’ve heard…” She was describing was the flow of life, which we are. We often have no clue why things happen the way they do because we can only “see” what we are experiencing- a finite note (our human life) in this infinite and beautifully orchestrated symphony (all of creation).

Then Anita said “We don’t know this while we are living life…” and it struck me like a blow to the chest (at 4:21 in the video) . Reason being: That statement doesn’t seem true.

What if we can know and experience the symphony while we are alive? What if we do get glimpses of the grandness of everything?

There is an audio recording of an exploration that dovetails this conversation beautifully. It’s a deep exploration of a poem by Rumi (a 12th century Sufi poet) by a group Coddiwomplers.  There were fourteen of us that met once a week to see more together about life and living from a space of the unknown, a place of peace and beautiful feelings. Take a listen, it is quite a unique and enlightening conversation.

“[This poem] speaks to me of that deep space we all share. The silence where no words can convey the feeling, where there is no-thing, but presence and healing and love and no words are necessary, where words are just a distraction. It reminds me of that moment in time we shared that space”. – Scott James

How might we know this while we are alive? What I’ve seen is there is a knowing (akin to a trust or a faith) there for all of us to live in. Sure, we are experiencing our life: a note in the symphony. Though the moment we become aware of more, there is a gentle shift. The symphony is infinite and beautiful beyond anything we can imagine.

What might happen when we surrender to what is? In surrender we can live a beautiful life as the note, yet We are the symphony? Could just the mere knowing that we are the symphony, takes us to places we could never dream of? …It seems to me the answer is yes.

What I’ve seen that has helped me experience more of the symphony is: surrendering to what already is, living in the ‘now’,  and knowing we can’t get it wrong.

We are all the symphony. When we live from this space, freedom abounds and we come alive. Take a listen to the group audio and hear what you hear.

Back to what I mentioned early on in this article (the two people I’ve spoken with in the last few days that wanted to experience this knowing more deeply): With one I had the treat of actually watching her sink into a place of freedom, peace and beautiful feelings. It was gorgeous…  What if that space of peace and beautiful feelings is closer than we think all the time?  It seems the more we see about life (the symphony) and how simply everything works, the simpler slipping in to that space becomes. It’s there all the time… even when we are alive.

The vastness of the symphony is unimaginable. It is all that Is: The birds, the buzzing bugs, the trees, the clouds and all that is beyond imagineation… everything.

Wouldn’t it be great to soak in that space more and more while we are alive?

 

… until the next revolution.

 

Treat Yourself

If you haven’t yet, give yourself the treat of listening to the Coddiwomple Audio. It is worth the listen and in the last 4 minutes we deeply explore living from this space and realizing we are ‘the symphony’… and how this all relates to knowing that we can’t get life wrong. This knowing changes everything.

 

Explore More

Would you like to join in and see more? The Coddiwomple Group Program has attracted people from all walks of life and the last group of the year begins in just two weeks: on August 20th. We meet 1 hour a week by video or phone for 10 weeks.

In the last group we explored many different topics (including the poem in the audio), but the point of each call is to continually expand our understanding of life and float deeper toward the space we are all looking for: More peace, freedom, joy and love… from this space there is so much possibility. Everything changes and how we experience life can all shift in an instant: relationships, finances, business, health, family, careers, retirement… every part of life. If you are curious, check it out… for the price of a pair of shoes, your life could change forever: Coddiwomple Group Program.

 

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This is a 20 minute excerpt from an hour long exploration. A  group of Coddiwomplers discussed and explored how a poem by Rumi, a 12th century mystic and poet, relates to life today.

Enjoy!!

Here is the poem:

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other”
doesn’t make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.”

 

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**This excerpt is being released with permission from those on audio**

 

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Photo: Half Dome from the Valley- Yosemite National Park; 2019 By Kristy Halvorsen

As I live like a leaf gleefully tossed about in the breeze I notice more and more how kindness is who we are. There is something about helping that is us being us. There’s been a shift: in the previous sentence I initially wrote “There is something about helping others…” but it felt wrong as it was leaving my fingers. It seems what is being seen is that there is no other to help. We truly are sharing kindness with ourselves.

Trees may know this better than we do. In The Forest there is a network of roots and underground highways to communicate and deliver nutrients. Trees warn each other of insects and disease. If a tree is ill, those around it send more of what it needs. One could see this as the trees being kind, but it seems truer that the trees haven’t been burdened with the thought that they are separate. What seems like kindness isn’t one tree helping another, it’s living.

There is a phrase I hear in my head often: “Angels are everywhere.” The kindness of strangers blows me away. Two nights ago I arrived deep in the forest at the paradise I am resting in now. My home on wheels and I traveled many miles down a meandering narrow gravel road to a lake deep in the Canadian wilderness.

Once committed to the journey toward the lake, there was no turning back as the road was just wider than a driveway.  I arrived at the camp and found a tiny utopia on a wooded lake surrounded by mountains with less than ten people camping in small tree covered sites. There are no amenities, power, running water, or even trash cans… just the peace and silence of nature unobstructed by civilization.

After stepping out of my truck to see where I might park, I realized there was just a single space that was potentially large enough for my home. The entry to the site was small and looked near impossible to maneuver. Let’s give it a shot!

After some time I was a bit at a loss, to me it was beginning to look like a mathematical impossibility. To slip my home in the spot I might need a chainsaw and some magic ferry dust. I hadn’t given up, but was sitting in quiet contemplation when a gentleman walked by. We exchanged hellos and chatted. I asked him if there was a place to turn around down the road. Gary said there wasn’t (the road curved and ended about 100 yards away at a lake). He asked if I was trying to get into the site and then walked around and surveyed the situation. He returned and told me he has driven semis and large machinery for decades and that maneuvering into the site was probably possible, though it would take two people and some patience… and then he offered to help.

“Oh thank you. Yes, please!” I said with a smile. Sure enough, within fifteen minutes my home was nestled perfectly in paradise.

Was that kindness? Was it luck that the perfect guy happened to walk up the road just at the perfect moment? There are hundreds of similar stories I could tell that have occurred in the last year and a half… and probably ten or more from just the last few days.

I thanked Gary, gave him a hug, and asked how long he would be staying by the lake. He said he was just dropping his grandson off to spend a few days camping with friends; although, he’d be back to check on them probably once a day. We chatted more and said our farewells.

That evening it began to rain and amidst the coming and going of showers the sky turned orange, purple and pink. Far away from towns, crowds, cell towers or roads, here we were: a part of the most gorgeous sunset I’ve ever seen. I walked to a clearing to get a better view of the lake when in front of me was a stunningly gorgeous landscape and the silhouettes of two boys fishing. I began capturing these moments in photos.

The boys did not know I was there… I walked up to one boy and said hello, showed the photo to him, and asked if his parents were nearby so I could send them the photo. He shared that his parents weren’t here, that he was camping with friends and his grandfather would be back tomorrow… I suddenly saw the resemblance. What a treat and what a gift.

The next evening I was sitting by the lake reading when Gary and his grandson appeared down the shoreline.  I walked over and after chatting a bit I asked for his email and showed him the photo of his grandson. He shared that his grandson had told him about the photo and they both were excited to have it. Gary asked me to send him the photo, asked me if it was ok if he wrote me every now and then to check in and then he invited me to come back someday. There were many more beautiful places like this that he would love to show me.

Gary and his grandson were trying to load kayaks and a large boat in a truck. I offered to help, Gary said they could handle it, but I helped anyways. We had all the boats loaded in minutes. Gary thanked me and I thanked him. Now I wonder: If Gary hadn’t helped me the day before, would I have walked over and helped load the boats? Probably not… this is something I’m glad I noticed.

We had a moment and a hug and Gary again asked me to contact him when I came back and again asked if it was ok to write me. Yes please… I waved goodbye to an angel and his grandson… and it seems he felt he was waving back to an angel by the lake.

And here I am now, back by the lake, my feet being warmed by a fire on the beach, my eyes being bathed by the beauty of nature, my ears filled with the sounds of leaves fluttering, birds chirping, bugs buzzing and nothing else… writing these words for all of us, and wondering:

What if human life has more in common with trees and forest life than we can imagine?

Kindness

All photos taken by Kristy Halvorsen at a scenic lake in the far northwest forest of Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada

 

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Let’s See More Together

When I really considered the life that is possible for each of us, I realized one of the best ways to see this is together. There is so much more for each of us to see… so very much. The best part is: what’s available is right here already, we just haven’t seen it yet. When we understand how our mind works and how life works, everything gets simple and amazingly beautiful.

Let’s take a walk together. Come join me and fellow explorers in a radically different (yet simple) ten week exploration that will change everything.

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What might be possible if you unpredicted your journey?

Many people wonder what that means. Simply put it means being open to all possibilities and not trying to forecast where you might be in the future or how you will get there. I keep thinking I understand fully the ins and outs of living like this and then life shows me how much more there is to let go of… and how magical it gets when I do.

Last week a friend admiringly shared with me that he was so proud of me for living life outside of societal norms. That is the first time I heard my life described like that and I guess it fits, although that’s not my aim. I have no aim other than to live in the moment and be open to the flow of life.  I wonder what the world would be like if being guided through life by life became the norm?

There is a richness and an indescribable fullness that surfaces when we let life live us. ‘Coddiwomple’ is the word I use to describe living fully immersed with the flow of life. Coddiwompling is letting go of all the thoughts and judgements of how we think life should unfold and instead living fully in each moment.

A Story of Coddiwompling

I had dinner with a high school classmate whose hero is his mom. He described how his mom escaped Vietnam and arrived in Tallahassee, Florida with pretty much nothing but her five young children. She was a single mother who spoke broken English and didn’t have a job, money or a place to live. On her first night in town she found shelter for her family in an abandoned church, went to sleep and woke up the next morning knowing she had to find a way to provide. She left her kids and hopped on the first city bus that came by.

She got off the bus at what happened to be the Florida State Capitol Building. She noticed there were many well-dressed people carrying brief cases that looked very successful. She walked up to a gentleman in a business suit and in broken English asked him how he got to where he is in life. He shared with her that it was through education: studying, going to university and doing very well in school. She thanked him and caught the next bus.

A few stops later she got off the bus again. This time she was at a small strip mall. As she was walking along she passed a laundromat with a ‘For Sale’ sign in the window. She went in and asked questions about owning and running a laundromat. Just across the street was a local bank. She walked in the bank to ask questions and learn about loans. Then she went back to the abandoned church where her five children were.

Long story short, here is what happened: Yen Le was given a loan by the bank she visited that day, bought the same laundromat she saw at the second place she got off the bus, and aimed to help her kids get the best education possible (just like the man in the suit carrying a briefcase).

She owned and ran the laundromat by herself for over thirty years and was loved and adored by her customers and the community. Mamma Le (as her patrons called her) put her heart and soul into helping her customers in unique ways while providing for her family. There were many stories of customers coming back decades later to thank Mamma Le for her love and kindness. Even NFL stars who she helped with their laundry and with life (when they were university students) came back specifically to let Mamma Le know how much she meant to them.

Her five kids were not allowed to help at the laundromat. Each time one of them tried to lend a hand, she would tell them that they had two jobs: to study and sleep.

All of her children have thrived.

When Mamma Le woke up that first morning in an abandoned church in a foreign country she had no idea what do. What she did know was: she wanted to raise her five kids and give them an opportunity to thrive. She coddiwompled. She let life live her and took a bus ride. She unpredicted her journey and little did she know that ride would provide the fertile ground for her and her family to have lives she couldn’t have dreamed of.

UnReal Limitation

We often limit ourselves to a very small world: ‘our’ world, which is usually confined within the boundaries of our memories and imagination (our thoughts). We live inside make-believe limits of what we think is possible, what we think we can create, and what we believe to be true. What’s even crazier is that the chatter in our own head creates this confined reality. Have you ever considered how much energy and creativity could be unleashed inside of you if you never again worried about the future or stressed about your circumstances?

I hadn’t considered this either. Though when I began exploring who I really was and how powerful Thought is, life opened up. The more I let go and unpredict my journey the more simple and fun life becomes. The less I try to figure things out, the more success abounds. Through letting go of any preconceived notion of how my life journey should be, the unimaginable is given the space to flourish.  I often sit in awe at what life continually provides.

Most have heard the saying “go with the flow.” I used to think this was the best way to enjoy life. Now I can see that this isn’t true. We don’t need to go with the flow, we are the flow. Life is like a beautiful river, sometimes gently flowing, sometimes gushing over rocks, and sometimes bursting forth and pouring over massive waterfalls. Through it all, the water that the river is made of is just fine. The river is perfect in every state.

We are the flow, we are the river and we are on the ride of our lives. The only thing that keeps us from enjoying the river of life is the chatter of our thinking and worry. When we surrender to the river, realize we are the flow, know it will always work out (even when we have no idea what “work out” means): it’s a beautiful and exciting ride.

Just ask Mamma Le: She unpredicted her journey and has experienced the unbelievable effect of coddiwompling. She is a natural coddiwompler, just as we all are.

Unpredict your journey, my friends.

Here is a one minute video about Mamma Le’s youngest son, Phuong (my high school classmate and friend):

 

Understanding the Human Mind International Conference, 12-13 June 2019, Bucharest Romania:

On June 13th I’ll be the final speaker at the Understanding the Human Mind Conference in Bucharest Romania. There will be fifteen amazing presenters all pointing to a deeper understanding of the mind. Come join in, I am looking forward to sharing and going in to more depth on the topic of “Unpredicting Your Future.”

 

Let’s See More Together

When I really considered the life that is possible for each of us individually, I realized one of the best ways to see this is together. There is so much more for each of us to see… so very much. The best part is: what’s available is right here already, we just haven’t seen it yet. When we understand how our mind works and how life works, everything gets simple and amazingly beautiful.

Let’s take a walk together. Come join me and fellow explorers in a radically different (yet simple) ten week exploration that will change everything.

We begin August 20th and the cost is $99.

The first program sold out and the group members have seen and experienced so much together. Might it be the perfect time to Unpredict Your Journey?

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Unpredict Your Journey

 

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