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Sunday, August 16, 2015

The Forest Within

Daughter of the Goddess
She walks, barefoot through the forest
The moss is soft underfoot 
The rain has stopped 
And sits in tiny, perfect spheres 
On the leaves
The sweet smell of all of the growing things surrounds her 
She stops to bring this life into her 
Breathing deeply 
Green 
Underfoot and overhead 
The stars twinkle between the branches 
And with the moon they kiss the forest
Like so many lanterns
Glowing 
The night wind caresses the forest 
Like a lover 
Who knows all of your secret places
She closes her eyes 
In these moments 
The love, the connection 
Is so exquisite 
Indeed the sweetest, most paradoxically heartbreaking, soul searing joy one can ever know 
It breaks you open
And in the breaking, you are made whole
She spins, dances
Hands reaching toward the stars 
Feet moving on the sweet earth 
Body swaying 
In this moment, she would take the Universe as her lover 
The heart's need 
To encompass all in this love 
The Winged Ones stand close by 
As she dances 
For she is also their own 
Falling down upon soft moss
She hugs her legs to herself 
And looks around 
She and the forest 
Breathe together 
Her senses are as one 
With all of the wild things 
A gift from the Horned One
There is no need in this moment 
Deep in the soft sacred places of the night 
You will find her lost in bliss like this 
In love 
At home 




Thursday, August 13, 2015

You Are Yes

When you're standing on the hill
Seeing the entire view 
While you're driving to work 
And the cornflower 
Speaks revelations 
Breathing as one 
With the green things 
Never alone 
One with Good Company 
Time is relative 
Anything can happen 
And you're patient 
Because you called it 
Heritage and memory 
Knowing 
Smiling, you straighten your glasses 
One foot here 
And the other...

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Let's Not

Let's not
Ignore our annoyance and impatience 
They're here for a reason 

Let's not reject our anger 
And cover it in daisies
It needs us to listen 

Let's not 
Whitewash things
When it's time for something 
That isn't working to end

Let's not 
Blow sunshine up everyone's collective asses
When our hearts are broken 

Let's not 
Put supposed to 
Before authenticity 

Let's not 
Clothe wildness and passion
In safety and "maybe next time"

No 
Let's not 

The blood knows what is true
The body
Is the temple of your soul 

When we choose to ignore 
The messages we receive 
From The Goddess
From Ourselves
They find another way out 
And when they do 
We're usually not happy 
With the doorway they've created 

But you see 
There had to be an opening 
A place to reside 
To be heard In some way 

It's the strangest truth 
That so often these strong emotions 
The ones we reject 
Have the most to teach us 

If we just sit with them 
Lean in 
Listen, hear them 
Allow it 
In all it's messy glory 

In hearing what the message is
That was being conveyed 
And granting ourselves 
The gift of a healthy outlet 
We can find a way forward
And know the gift of release 

So really
Let's not 







Sunday, August 2, 2015

Witch Walk

Intimacy 
With winged family 
And the Goddess

Walking 
In the nourishing light 
Of Father

Falcon sight
Gift of one eye 

Senses
As one with the horned one
And all that live
In the green places 

Crows call
Wild upon each morning 

All and everywhere 
The Beloved is found 
A most passionate love

Leaning in to fear
Standing naked, clad in vulnerability 
Endless well of strength 
Borne of what the world terms weak

Brokenness becomes wholeness
Growth and light from the cracks 
Sifted, made new

Rhythm of our mother
Clothed in stars 
One with all 
We do the work 

We the energy 
The energy as one in us 

All at once
We are the alchemist 
And the gold

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

This Is Love

The heart 
Holds space for others 
Without expectation 
Like a candle in the window 
A soul friend, always there
Knowingly allows the indwelling 
Gladly carrying the love 
Needing nothing 
Asking nothing 
Without condition 
Simply holding space 
Surrounding in love 
All those it holds 
This is freedom 
This is being 

This is love 

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Getting Real

In the quiet it's different 
Being is different 
When the noise stops 
There's no time 
You could be 5 years old 
Or 17, or 92 
Minutes gather around 
Asking for attention 
Like shiny little pieces of stained glass 
Choosing not to dive in
Immersed in the space between 
Watching the shadows play
The more you open 
The stranger it gets 
One foot in each plane 
Do you occupy both
Or neither?
You think about concepts like identity 
You're not the face 
On the license 
Draped with narratives that no longer define 
So rare to be seen 
Really seen, even glimpsed 
For what you truly are 
And you crave it 
That sweet, tender bliss
Of being known 
But that's like making yourself into
The Velveteen Rabbit 
There's no need to wait 
You're already real 





On Abundance and Sacrifice

This morning I find myself contemplating sacrifice and abundance. My views and ideas have changed so very much over the past several years, I now define these words so differently than I once did. Or, do I? It's safe to say that I don't define them the way I have in the past.

But, what do they mean to me now?

Sacrifice used to be, in my head, a complete denial of the self for the good of others, or for a worthy goal that a person or a group is working toward. Abundance to me was defined as having financial freedom.

But now? I've changed. I'm not stagnant, numb or in a fog and my definitions of just about everything change daily. Life is a moving target now, and there's very little that doesn't shift like the changeable New England weather outside my window. I'm learning a different kind of comfort. This isn't a comfort that thrives on sameness, predictability and routine but instead one that trusts in my partnership with the Universe and has come to understand this never ceasing movement as good. Sometimes it's like being in a small boat going down a river. Other days, it's like being the river. All I know is the flow, the movement, is a natural thing and so I am in it.

Abundance has a much wider meaning now. One can have an abundance of health, friends, opportunities, blessings, surprises, and pleasurable experiences as well as an abundance of financial freedom. As I learn to gratefully recognize the blessings of abundance and the joy of sharing these blessings, I notice that more and more blessings arrive.

Sacrifice. I have come to reject the notion of sacrifice that shows itself as a denial of who you are. I once embraced a version of this word that made human beings into fearful, people pleasing toadies. I know that's what I was doing. I defined myself based on what others thought of me, and so I worked very hard at "making it okay" for everyone, without ever checking in with myself. I don't recommend this as a life choice, by the way. Now I see sacrifice in a vastly different light. Sacrifice, to me, is a choice to not have or participate in one thing because you are making an informed, conscious choice for another thing. If I'm going to make a sacrifice, that means I am deciding to put my energies in the direction of one thing instead of another thing because I feel it is a part of where I'm trying to go, or what I'm trying to do. It plays into personal integrity, both to myself and the way I interact with the world around me.

I guess I needed to work through this just now, because that river I mentioned is moving in different directions and I am frequently, daily finding myself in the position of choosing THIS or THAT. Some of these choices are small things, and others are not.

There was a time that I didn't believe abundance and sacrifice could exist together; sacrifice was something I defaulted into, convinced that somehow I'd find "happiness" in doing whatever it was that I didn't want to do but which I others thought was a great idea. Abundance was a far off ideal and although I occasionally dipped my toes in it, I shrank back from it, as if enjoying it too much would mean it would be taken away.

Now, I know that I am the one navigating my ship. I decide, whether it is what to wear today, what to eat for lunch or something bigger like where to work or who to have in my life and who not to. I'm coming to understand, more each day, who and what I am and why I'm here. I know that, as with all of us, The Universe is madly, passionately in love with me. I partner with the Divine and we create beautiful things. That means that abundance is mine, and takes many forms. It also means that it's my decision what I do with my time, my energy and the resources before me on any given day.

First I need to know at least what general direction I'm heading in. What are my goals? What does my personal integrity tell me as far as how I'm going to relate to the world? What do I believe in? What's important to me? That gives me a compass. And I think maybe that compass is how I decide, as the song says, what to leave in and what to leave out. I might have a dozen opportunities for various things that present themselves to me today. I have to decide which ones are for me. Which ones are moving me toward my goals? Which ones are a part of the direction I'm going in or fit in with what's true and right for me?

I think that helps. Abundance isn't a far off thing, for others only. It's here NOW and the Universe and I can shape it into anything, and it can be enjoyed and shared with everyone around me right NOW. Sacrifice is a conscious choice I will make, or not make in any given moment when I decide on one experience over another, choose one activity over another or create movement toward a goal or not, based on that compass.

Human being. Woman. Angel. Witch. Mother. Wife. Friend. Goddess. Poet. Lover. Lost. Found. Weak. Powerful. Full. Empty. Healthy. Sick. Free. Shackled. Sometimes all of that, sometimes none of the above. So are you. But either way, by choice or by avoidance of choice, with our own thoughts and actions, we are steering our own ship.

I for one, am going to grab that wheel and enjoy being captain.



Monday, July 27, 2015

Living

A balance 
Between doing and being 
Time to breathe 

A task undertaken 
With intent and love
Finds creative flow 
But fueled by guilt or obligation 
Finds failure and conflict 

Do 
Or not do 
Which is your intent?
A choice 

The heart 
A universal language 
Known by all 

Giving birth 
Takes many forms 
That which lives within you 
Waiting for breath, and life 
Is an entirely unique force 
Vital to our world 
Only you can bring it forth 

Love 
Isn't a commodity
Knows no percentages
Fouled by expectations
When allowed it's truth
It changes the face of your pain
Heals the places that were hidden 
Shows you your personal power 
Reminds you you're precious 
Defines freedom 
Will change the world 
By changing you

Friday, July 24, 2015

From The Inside Out

In America, we kill each other in far greater numbers than any terrorist could. Yet, we continue along with our days, oddly accustomed to this insane ugliness that has seeped into what we once were, into our very lives. 

As long as someone is there to put it neatly into a category for us, we don't have to look inside of ourselves. We don't have to see what needs to be changed in ourselves. 

We can also keep pretending our political system hasn't been hijacked by Wall Street, and that our power and greed based policies and actions nationally don't exist and aren't impacting millions of people.

If Scott Pelley or David Muir says its someone else's fault, we don't have to look at the part we play nor the part our country plays in things that have to change....locally, nationally and globally.

What do we do about it? It's overwhelming, honestly. I feel inept, unprepared and clueless in the face of all of this. But I have to do something.

I'm going to start with myself. I'm going to learn, because the world is full of situations and people who can teach us. How else to grow and change?  I'm going to keep asking questions. I'm going to understand that it's important to poke around and discover the reasons and motivations behind things. I'll remember that the comfortable answer isn't always true. I'm going to excavate and fight the prejudices hidden in my subconscious - we all have them no matter how much we wish we didn't. When I find something within me that it's time to change, I'm going to compassionately accept that and walk forward and embrace that change. I'm going to be a pain in the ass and keep questioning and speaking. I'm going to vote even when it feels pointless. I'm going to speak and act from the quiet authority of truth that is only found within.

I'm not going to give up. We can't give up. We can make this better. From the inside out.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Definitions: On Womanhood and Bravery

I've recently read quite a few opinions on line regarding Caitlyn Jenner. Who hasn't, the story is unavoidable. Of course, everyone has their thoughts on the subject.

One recent posting got me thinking. The writer came from the point of view of what truly defines bravery for a woman. I found myself sitting there, working through it in my head.

First, I wondered - what do I think defines me as a woman? Do I qualify simply because I have breasts, a vagina and a uterus? I gave birth to two sons, maybe that's what cements my womanhood? I'm married to a man, does that matter? Is it what I wear? My name? How I carry myself? Do I have to be the nurturing type to be a real woman? What about "acting feminine", is that important?

My anatomy defines what sex I am. I'm female. My gender comes from inside of me, the essence of who I am, not from my anatomy. For me, this is female also. My sexual orientation comes from my heart. I'm straight.

None of this defines me as a woman. What does?

I DO.
 
I don't need anyone to validate that. No one else who identifies as a woman needs anyone to validate it either.

So the next question is what defines bravery as a woman? One writer mentioned women who have had cancer, women who have survived abuse, raised kids alone, fought for a woman's right to vote and furthered the cause of feminism. I had to agree wholeheartedly. Those are all examples of incredibly brave women, women who have shown us and continue to show us every single day what bravery means - women who are still fighting that fight right now, today.

So, as a friend said, publicity and fame aside, does that mean that Caitlyn Jenner is not brave? Is bravery a contest? Is there only one definition of bravery? Are only soldiers and police officers brave? Are only people who are facing a devastating illness brave? Are only the women defined above brave? They are all examples of bravery, aren't they? Are there degrees, does one cancel the other out?

Isn't someone who is transgender brave when they reveal who they are within to all of us, after a lifetime of questioning and painful hiding? I think they are.

Maybe the real question is, are the rest of us so unsure of who WE are that we feel threatened by someone we can't understand? When we're faced with something that we can't relate to, we have such a tendency to just unravel. That makes us feel unsafe, or for some even resentful. And fear makes us go on the attack, because doing the work of examining why we feel so freaked out is much harder.

So, food for thought. Womanhood. Bravery. Getting a grip on our reactive tendencies. My mind is still racing with all sorts of thoughts, I'm sure it will be for some time. I like that, it's how we learn.

Herb School

This was the first year I have ever tried growing herbs. I started with lavender, rosemary, thyme, peppermint and lemon balm. 

It's been interesting. The lavender was the strongest at first, and beautiful! Now it's almost gone, I can't seem to figure out what it needs. 

The rosemary is beautiful, fragrant and strong.  It has been doing quite well all along. 

The thyme, peppermint and lemon balm looked like they were dying until I moved them from containers into the ground. Now they look wonderful!

I've been warned that the peppermint will spread and take over more space, which is fine with me.

I wanted this process to go a certain way. At first I wanted them all in our old garden area where we used to grow tomatoes. When that wasn't possible I did containers. Then, some of the plants hated the containers so I moved them up front in the yard, directly in the soil.

I'm learning to adapt my expectations and move WITH the natural growth patterns of these herbs, instead of trying to mold them to what I wanted.

The results are wonderful. The lavender may not make it, but was so beautiful while it was here. The rosemary is fresh, fragrant, bold and strong and loving her huge container.

The others are doing well right in the soil. Peppermint already looks ready to rule the yard!

I think our lives are like this, too. These herbs have taught me about waiting on and learning natures rhythms, when to water, how much sun, the way some things last and others don't, and allowing and celebrating what a living thing is, without forcing things. 

All of those lessons apply very much to our everyday lives. I'm finding things in my life "grow" very nicely when I'm in tune with the natural rhythm of things. Some situations call for a change of tactic midstream. Some things don't last, but are a blessing while they are here. Not everything goes as I may plan, but if I let go of that white knuckled grip and watch the signs it usually turns out wonderfully.

I knew going in that this was going to be about more than putting in a few plants and forgetting about it. The entire world really is our school. I'm truly enjoying this experience. I've got so much more to learn, I'm looking forward to it.

Monday, July 20, 2015

On Monday

On Monday 
There's that mental transition 
From relaxation 
To work mode 

On Monday
There's coffee 
Lunch making 
And office clothes

On Monday 
The cat gives you that look 
The "You're leaving again" face 
And meows his displeasure 

On Monday
Your cellphone goes on silent 
You apply make up 
And plan tacos for tonight 

On Monday 
You pray in the shower 
And you're a little bit frustrated 
And a little bit resigned

On Monday 
You cry in the car
Angels talk to you while you drive 
And the pink flowers on the roadside make you smile 

On Monday
You realize 
This is being human 
And this is being a woman
And this is being you 

On Monday
You embrace the day
You just breathe
And you flow with all of it 
And the mojo isn't dead 

On Monday 

And That's Okay

Some days
You just need a hiding place 
You wonder 
Where might that be 
A place safe
Securely wrapped in love

Some days 
You can't seem to redirect it 
Lift it 
Or affirmation it away 

No
Some days 
Your spirit runs sad 
And you just sit 
Allowing that to be 

No apologies 
No need to excuse it 
No guilt 

Some days 
You just need
That safe place 
And you're not certain 
Where that is 
So you're sad 

And that's okay

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Lines, Corners and Soft Places

It seems sometimes
That we have built for ourselves
A society that is all about straight lines 
Hard surfaces, edges and corners 
All is linear 
And everything has an expiration date 
Even people 

We act without weighing the consequences
Then we panic, and run crying 
When our Mother 
Does simply what is natural 
She cannot do otherwise 
She will continue 

Some haven't forgotten, though
The joy found in softness 
When falling rain renews your spirit 
The graceful soft bend of blades of grass
And how they feel between your toes 
The flutter of eyelashes
A loved one's hand 
The grace found in being deliberate
Even....slow!!!
The wisdom of experience
Leaving space, and not filling it 
Loving your body 
Accepting and treasuring it 
The transformation that comes
When your heart breaks 
And you allow that 
When you allow love to simply be 
To change shape 
From what you wanted it to be 
To what is 
And you are forever altered
Really seeing people
Falling for what they are 
Knowing the sacred everywhere
Going deep within 
Even to the dark places 
Finding no demons there 
Simply yourself...and The Beloved
Wrapped in endless love 
Never alone 

Yes
There is softness
There are curves 
And sweet scented valleys
Places where thoughts 
Are instant creation
And you are never homesick 
Because you are seen and loved 
For everything that you are 

That place 
The soft place 
It's here now





Monday, July 13, 2015

Spinning Down

Spinning down
Jammed frequencies
Overheated, noisy pain
Silently the spirit calls 
Oh dearest one 
The touch of your lips
On my brow 
Such cooling balm 
Where art thou my beloved 
Spinning, spinning 
Past where most are willing 
Deeper still 
The grasp of the world 
So far behind 
Sweet sacred temple 
Profound intimacy 
Nothing hidden
Healing 
The known, alive
This is the home I remember
Dance the rhythm 
Of Spirit's flame 
Oh yes
Now I am home 
Immersed in love 



Thursday, July 9, 2015

Freedom

There's a certain freedom in having fallen on your face spectacularly. I'm serious. Once you've done that a few times, you realize nothing is really that bad, "failure" included.

There are no right or wrong decisions. There are just decisions. You make them and you move. You do the best you can with what you know at the time. Sometimes it's the sweetest victory. Other times, "epic fail", haha! 

Many of those times, scraping your face off the pavement, looking back -  they're a huge part of the strength and wisdom you have today. 

Yep. It's true. Having a few really amazing  "failures" adds some pretty cool stuff to your tool belt. You get things like strength, perspective, self knowledge, and a great sense of humor. You don't sweat the small stuff, and you realize how much of it truly is small stuff.  You become less risk averse because you know that no matter what you'll survive, learn and thrive. So you're more willing to put yourself out there.

You come to understand that what the world calls failure is just part of life, a way for you to see what happens when you dig deep. It's not failure, it's triumph. 

This is really a fantastic stage of life to be in. 

Freedom. It feels good. 

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Showing Your Hand

Some things 
You keep to yourself 
For potency's sake
While you do 
That thing you do 
Conceived within
Fed by all of the elements 
Quietly, beautifully, relentlessly
Taking form 
Knowing all will be revealed
In the perfect time 

Other times
It's all on the table 
Soaking up the sunshine 
And the clear air  
Of complete transparency 
Visible movement, growth and change 
That needs to breathe free
In order to thrive

Here we have two viable paths to create. 

The tough part is figuring out which one to use and when.


Monday, July 6, 2015

The Revolution

Run? Hide? Embrace fear?
Not likely.
Regrets?
None. 
I put myself out there.
I did the very best I could in each moment, with the knowledge and resources available at the time.
Where I've caused others pain, if allowed, I've apologized and made it right. That's important.
Every victory, and every searingly painful moment is a part of me, a lesson. 
I'm stronger for them all.
I've reached for what is beautiful and precious. Sometimes it's there for you, and other times it isn't, and you fall on your face. Hard.
I wouldn't go back and change even one moment, because it's all a part of who I am now.
I've learned that many of the roadblocks we encounter are self created. I'll go so far as to say especially the ones we think are placed there by others.
When you allow love to change shape, it changes the shape of YOU.
You'll always be missing a part of you if you never face, learn and embrace your darkness. Your light is weak without that balance.
There is unexpected, profound power in complete surrender, and it doesn't mean at all what you think. There is no weakness here, none whatsoever.
There's so much more than what our five senses tell us, and even then we often miss things that are right in front of us. Information, wisdom, knowledge, healing, and more arrive daily in so many ways. The Universe is always blessing us, in each moment.
Clear focused intent and will in partnership with The Universe....yes you really can do anything. 
There is the most perfect pattern and rhythm to everything, as it unfolds for us. 

The Universe is madly, passionately in love with each of us. 

So, I will walk, and work, and laugh and love. I'll put myself out there again and again, I'll take risks, I'll be honest and silly and vulnerable. I'll lend a hand, and I'll be with you when it hurts. Sometimes I'll be tired and will need to be wrapped in the arms of love. I'll work my will, stay strong, release and surrender, and rock this life. 

Sadness. Grief. Fear. Anger. Disappointment. They happen. I'll face them, and accept them. Then I'll lift them, allow them to be changed, and me along with them. 

Let's do this. Let's rock this life. Let's change the world by changing ourselves. The revolution will begin quietly my loves, within our hearts.

 

Saturday, July 4, 2015

If, Then (Love Lessons)

If you don't believe you deserve it
Then you can neither give it
Nor receive it 
And all you experience 
Will be that mirror for you
Until you know 
Believe 
You are worthy 
That yes, indeed 
You are that precious 
And you could be that loved 
When the power
And the tenderness 
Of that truth 
Pierce your heart 
You know 
Regardless of anything else
That giving the ultimate love
Is the only way 
To receive it 
Give it to all 
Without exception 
Surrender to it 
And let it flow back to you 
It always does
This is love's way

Is

Connected to all
Forever in solitude
Even in good company
Yet never alone
Lover to all
And to none
Sight of the white raven
One with the forest
Flowing as the river
Burning as fire
Riding the night air
Rooted, growing, blooming, as the earth tree
Child of wing and flesh
Mystery makes love with transparency
Secrets revealed on the wind
The sacred is everywhere

The Old Stone Church

I'm sitting in West Boylston, Massachusetts at the Old Stone Church. It had to be abandoned as a worship site when the reservior was created. The building is constructed completely of stone, and so here it sits. This is a gorgeous spot, and I come here several times a year. The water, the trees, the sky, the breathtaking views, and all of the birds and other animals make it a favorite for many people.

We have a funny tendency to do this - to create beautiful public spaces in areas where we have taken something away for what is considered to be the good of all. Regardless of the inherent good in the vision and creation of such places as this reservoir, or for example it's larger sibling Quabbin Reservoir further to our west, the taste of that conflict is in the very air and energy here. It seeps into me in all such places, and to an extent they always have the feeling of a gift given in exchange for what the giver hopes is absolution of some kind. It has nothing at all to do with any opinion I may have about the construction of such places. It is my experience of the energy signature that exists here, one which I've observed in other places with a similar history.

People came here to worship in community, to raise their voices to heaven on Sunday mornings. If I quiet myself, I can hear them, I can pick up on the energy of their greetings to one another after services. Today, the place belongs to the pigeons and all of the other wild creatures, and those of us who pass through from time to time. The pigeons have a song of their own, their cooing blending into a hymn that I think is no less beautiful than the human voices. The small birds fly from tree to tree outside of the church, and add their notes to the symphony here. An occasional car passes by, and other vistitors walk through, enjoying a Saturday morning that expects nothing other than their presence. Saturday has always been the best lover, with a sweet undemanding caress that says, "I know what makes you smile. Stay here with me just a little while."

I've seen probably 8 people this morning in the 90 minutes or so that I've enjoyed sitting here quietly with my coffee and journal. Most simply smile, some have
said "Good Morning." I get a sense of them, each as they pass by. They stay safely in the range of politeness, and so the smile or simple greeting is enough. As they go on their way, I wonder what life stories go along with the snippets of emotion and flashes of knowledge that they've inadvertently shared with me. I send them
blessings as they continue on their way.

Their echoes are here after they've gone, just like the echoes of the Sunday People I can still sense here. They blend with me, the geese, the pigeons and the water, and those who will come later, when this place no longer stands. The voices of all the living creatures are one. Past, present, and future? This morning, they are all one to me. So, in a way, I'll always be sitting here with my journal and coffee. The pigeons are cooing. The injured goose I met and sent Reiki to honks to his counterparts, swimming without him in the reservoir. I consider asking Michael to protect him, and then within, it comes to me "Shall I protect him from being a goose?" and I see the truth of it. I find myself smiling at the patient and loving energy that accompanies this question.

Looking at my feathered friend as I pack my things to go, I have a very strong sense of continuity, of flow, and the phrase from the rede comes to me again, "in perfect love and perfect trust." Within, I hear the words "All is well."

Indeed.


Thursday, July 2, 2015

ADHD, Brain Envy and Awakening Goddess Wisdom

Sometimes, I have brain envy. My best friend is amazing, driven, organized, and brilliant. She manages a complex government program. I watch what she can accomplish and I can’t help it. I have brain envy. Some days, I just want hers. Mine keeps dropping things and it’s frustrating. I end up feeling like I want to upgrade, the way you do at the end of the lease on your car, you know?

I work very hard, sometimes for mediocre results.  I watch what other people do, and I try to avoid it, but I get jealous. Then I get angry at myself for being jealous. Jealousy is ugly, and I don’t like giving in to it.

It isn’t about feeling sorry for myself. I keep giving 100% even if that looks exactly like everyone else’s 65% in some situations. I accept what I can’t change and I work to change what I can. I accept being wired differently. I take the workarounds and processes that have worked for me over the years and I improve them. I try new ones. I always believe that today I can do even better. I seek and take advice. I fight to stay organized. I come in early. I make lists. I use calendar pop ups. I work as much on an item as possible until I have to stop because I know that when I put it down to go do something else, I will completely forget it. When I do have to put it down, I add it to my trusty list. I fix all the things I mess up. I do that a lot. I politely push back when I need more time to finish something. I'm much more patient with myself. When too much is going on at once, and brain fog ensues, I know to take a quick break, use breathing exercises and get calm. I know great things happen when I honor the way I need to do things instead of following the way everyone else does it.

Inattentive ADHD exacerbated by the changes that happen to goddesses my age - conversations with my doc have led us to decide that this is what’s going on. I know now that ADHD has always been with me and this knowledge certainly explains a lot of things that have happened in my life. I’m trying to balance being educated about both the ADHD and everything else going on with my body while not letting it define me or become an excuse. I want to be healthy but just as with Arthritis, it doesn’t become a decision maker or become all I’m about. There’s a middle ground somewhere between denying what’s happening and wearing it like a badge. I hope I’m walking that in a way that helps me be healthy and maybe generates conversation with others who could use somebody to talk to about these things. We have to help each other. I know others sharings have helped me so much!  And everyone’s journey is different. It’s important that we respect that and each other. There’s no “you should” or “you shouldn’t. “ That language tears people down.

I keep searching for my little spot in the world where I will shine, where my wiring is a match!! It’s no secret that I tend toward the non structured, non linear, less scheduled, more self directed, creative way of moving through life. I am learning to integrate that more and more every day. I’ve been a free spirit in a box for a really long time, so it’s a daily journey, and an enjoyable one, as I remake my way and find my path. I know that I have a lot of skills and abilities, and I actually like who I am. I haven’t always been able to say that. I know it’s better every single day. I don’t give up. I keep redirecting the negative thoughts. I pray, keep the faith, believe, embrace magic, listen to my intuition, work with the Universe, and take steps every single day to make things happen.

I embrace who I am. I revel in it, in fact. And in truth, comparing ourselves to others is the worst form of self criticism. So I'll be happy for my brilliant friend while being glad about who I am!  I’m incredibly grateful for the endless gifts of people and blessings in my life. I’m enjoying this journey thoroughly. Even the days when I might have just a little bit of brain envy and need to stop, accept my frustration and redirect it. 

Why do I share? Because sharing helps us all. I hope others will feel free to do the same, so we can help each other. 

Losing Your Grip

We hang on tight 
To people 
Situations 
Expectations And shoulds 
Because all the fear 
Uncertainty and discomfort 
Seems to be pushed away 
When we do 

Admitting fear 
Facing it
Letting go 
No more white knuckles
Being and doing 
Simply by choice 

Losing your grip
As it turns out 
It's a game changer 



Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Please Do This Today


I remember it clearly. I was engaged but not yet married, still living with mom and dad. so I was 20. I was working at Paul Revere Insurance Company. I woke up that day exhausted, both mind and body just dragged out and completely spent. So I went with instinct, and did what I knew would replenish me. I called in sick, I rested all day, and then spent a few hours in the evening with my best friend Nicki, just talking.

By the end of the day the nasty washed out feeling had finally gone, and I truly felt rejuvenated, I knew I had done the right thing. And I already knew, there would always be a desk, it would always have work waiting, and that would never change. That would always be there to plug into. This was about balance, and taking proper care of myself.

The next day I caught hell from both my mother and my fiance. You see, I had not gone to work the previous day and apparently spending a few hours with my best friend talking was considered to be something akin to "Going out to play when you didn't go to school that day." Both mom and Rob were livid with me and lectured me for some time. I was getting married now. It was time to be responsible, to be an "adult."

So, thinking that I'd upset both my mother and the man I love, I assumed I was a schmuck and took the lesson.....one must always "be responsible." Okay. So, my needs are always less important than my job and the general concept of being a "responsible adult." I remember being worried about what other ways I might potentially step in it again.

So, off to Paul Revere I went, every day. And somehow, over the next...let's just say a long time.....I kept learning and relearning the lesson that I was less and that what other people, both personally and professionally expected of me, was always more important.

Now, I want to say right now, this isn't a dig on either my fiance, who became my hubby, or my fantastic mother. I love them both dearly. But, you see, as it turns out, I was right that day. I knew who I was. I knew what I needed. What I didn't know? How to have a voice, how to express myself and simply tell the people around me what my needs and limits were.

Really, I've learned that people treat you the way you allow them to. So, when I decided back there that family, friends and people at work were all happier if I was a "Yes-Woman", I'm the one who set that expectation. No one else told me to do that. In looking back, I can see where I squashed down my natural instincts and replaced them with people pleasing activities that I thought would make everyone happy. I really thought doing that was the formula for a happy life.

I've always been the fairy child, the free spirit, the one who wanted to be outside, where I spent my entire childhood, the one who embraced magic and chased mystery, the one who wanted to read, write poetry, take pictures, help people, be around flowers, play in piles of leaves, and who hates structure. But I decided that these were the trappings of childhood and I put them all away.

But an interesting thing happened in 2011. I had known for a long time that the formula I was using, the endless people pleasing, chasing the "American Dream", following the formula - it was NOT working for me. So I took decisive action. Anyone ever heard of Pandora's Box? Yeah. Well, I opened mine, and like the story says, once you do - that lid ain't going back on!!! Good. I don't want it back on. Four years later, there's still all sorts of wild craziness flying out of that thing. It hasn't been easy but I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm awake and I'm not going back to sleep. I embrace this. ROAR!!!

Here's something that has come out of that journey. Guess what? I'm 50 as I am writing this. I'm still the fairy child, the free spirit, the one who wants to be outside, the one who knows and embraces magic and rides the night chasing mystery, the one who reads endless books, writes poetry, takes pictures, helps people, plays in piles of leaves, and is obsessed with flowers. I feel what you feel, talk to Angels and spirits, I truly SEE YOU,....and yeah, I still really hate structure.

But now there's a difference. I have a voice. I was the only one silencing myself. I was the only one holding me back. I've played in the "structured" world long enough to know it has it's blessings and it's drawbacks, I'm always going to need to have that balance and I'm learning where that fits now. But I know now that I will, I must and I do live my life by my own instinct and by my own inner knowledge, my intuition, along with the evidence of my senses. There's so much more than bare facts. Knowing who you are and walking that, embracing what is for you and setting limits on what isn't for you - that isn't selfish. That, my loves, is actually my idea of living. You can do that and still be lovingly present for those you love.

I'm sharing this because too many of us do what I did. We decide we don't need to explore what makes our heart beat faster, we don't spend time on those simple things that are for no other reason than joy and delight. We don't set limits. And we keep shrinking, more and more. And it shows in our lives in so many ways.

Some love the changes in me since "Joe Perry Weekend" in 2011. Not everyone does. That's okay.

Just whatever you do, please, please, speak from your truth. Don't shrink. Do what makes your heart sing. It's so much more fun when you do. You'll feel better, you'll be healthier. Your energy picks up!

Please, be you. Please have fun. Please do things just because they feel good. Please play. Please. Today.

Love and peace to you all.

Bethie



Sunday, June 28, 2015

Happy List

Sometimes I get overwhelmed when the world and all of us living on it seem bent on destruction and conflict. 

One thing I do when that happens is go to something on my happy list. These are guaranteed to bring a smile. Here are some of mine. What's on your list?

Hot tea
Talk with mom
Meditate 
Stevie kitty's purr
Walk in the woods 
Dinner with hubs and my two sons
Flowers
Laughing with my brother
Taking pictures 
A soft warm hoodie, always feels like a hug from a beloved friend
Talking with my sons about music, movies, anything at all for hours
Watching the birds at the feeder
Showering and slipping between freshly clean sheets. Preferably naked. Oh, bliss!
Driving Lil Red Subie with no particular destination 
Pete Klein's voice on Blisstique songs, it warms you from the inside like a shot of bourbon
Speaking of which, a shot of good whiskey
Pretty toenail polish
Holding some Rose Quartz 
Breakfast out with hubs
A massage 
Having reiki done on me 
Michael Crawford singing "All I Ask Of You" 
Hanging out with my gals 
My good morning crew on Twitter each morning 
Hot soup
Verble's music posts and blog on Twitter
Asking Angels for help 
Watch That Metal Show 

And the list goes on...so grateful for daily blessings.





 

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Fresh

I love this
Freshly showered
Damp hair 
Clean and tingly 
From head to toe 
I come upstairs 
And instead of dressing right away
I shut off the light  
Sit quietly 
Enjoying the feeling 
Of smooth silky sheets
Against my skin 
The fan blows
Making me just slightly chilly 
Sunlight on the trees outside 
Beautiful green 
Just breathing 
A few minutes 
I love this 
These moments are mine 
Before the day begins 

Thursday, June 11, 2015

It's Like That

Awake 
Sweet sexy tingle 
Like your skin gets 
When the night air touches you
After a swim 

Head space 
Room for the light 
The way the sky looks 
When the sun breaks through 
After a storm 

Eyes
Like windows 
Revealing much
With or without 
Shutters

Patience 
Like an easy stroll
Because time is relative 
And it's all yours anyway

Expectations 
Like dozens of tiny prisons
Locking you in 
Making you miss what's yours 

And love 
Like backwards fuel 
The more you give 
The more you're filled


Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Alchemy

The struggle is so familiar 
Almost comfortable now
Not believing it can work out
The daily waffling 
Between hopelessness 
And that head down keep going survival 
Hanging on to hope 
Even when you want to quit
Bob and weave 
Working and moving 
Never quite letting yourself believe 
And so we extend our limbo 
But, you know what?
We don't have to live there anymore 
If we surrender the where, when, how
Move through that fear and resignation 
That tells you to keep the armor up 
If we can give up control of the structure 
Then, finally 
There's breathing room 
For love to live 
For desire and will 
To meet, energized 
Touching and moving all things
Alchemy exists, and magick is 
We are the alchemist and the gold
If we throw off limitations 
Of the mind, the emotions 
And the rules of the five senses 
It all happens 
Hundreds of solutions 
Endless possibilities 
There is great power
Where will and desire
Meld with Energy and Truth
Surrender isn't for the weak 
For only the strongest know 
That releasing the white knuckles
And letting go 
Of "the way it's supposed to be"
Opens the entire Universe for you 
And moves you 
From fate 
To destiny 



Monday, June 8, 2015

Matricide

Maybe at first
We thought it would be wonderful
To tuck ourselves in
Amongst the green
And the richly scented
Life giving brown earth
We would be one with it all

But then we forgot ourselves
Lost our connection
Maybe we didn't ground ourselves everyday
Do you suppose we could do the things we do
If every single person connected with Gaia every morning?

At some point, we crossed a line
We decided instead of being a part of it
That we owned it
And all of it, just every single part
Will never be enough

And that changes everything

Tiny

Turning a corner on the path
Sunny clearing
Tiny, delicate beauty smiles up
Sweetest lavender and white
Warm yellow center
Breathtaking
Perfect

Some things need no explanation

Dusky Brown

Dusky brown wings
Color of tree bark
Rimmed with black dots
Slight pause
Sensing the flow of the air
Stillness
Then, movement
I could learn a lot from you

Thursday, May 28, 2015

All Is Well

An angels morning greeting 
The first thought of my day 
Held fast in the arms of love 
Sitting in the quiet of the house
In my sweet little peace corner
Fresh out of the shower 
Birds singing outside 
Their beautiful song drifts in the window
Purring friend at my side 
The words of the rede come to me again
"In perfect love, and perfect trust"
And the words of my friend 
"Every step a blessing, every word a prayer"
A state of release, perhaps of waiting 
Grateful 
Open, intuition primed
Receptive 
But not impatient 
Love 
Is
All is well 

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Chasing Happy?

You don't chase happiness down like a dog, leash it and squeeze the life out of it. You'll choke it to death. Happiness doesn't hang out long with the clingy types. 

It isn't in a person, a job, a place or a situation.

Is not "right around the corner."

You just walk around, doing your thing, the best you can. You accept yourself and others with compassion. 

You stop chasing shit around thinking it's going to be the thing that makes everything alright. If you can't do that for yourself, no relationship, place or situation is going to make it happen.

It's funny. If you don't chase it, happy just drops in to say hello all the time.

In a song 
In a warm greeting from someone dear
In a job well done
In the breeze coming in the window 
In a loved ones smile
When a coworker helps out
Laughing 
Walking through the green places
Watching a favorite show 
On a girls day out 
In a cool unexpected surprise 
When people are silly and are OK with others being silly, too
When you feel grateful to have "found your tribe"
Talking with mom and being so glad she is here
Coloring
Working on goals, and taking steps!
Going to class with my witches
Clearing space
Friends
Talking endlessly about music 
Dinner with the family every night 

It's just unexpected. I stopped chasing it and discovered it was with me all along.

I'm not smart. I learned this because I was an eejit, always looking for happy to be around the next bend.

It's not here 24/7. That's not life, but it's part of the flow and it's always coming around again. And I'm always surprised and grateful when it does. 

Peace, babies.


Witch's View

In a world that says to be hard, I will choose to be soft.
When things are blocked, I will be flow.
Some doors and hearts are closed, I am open. 
They will advise, "Conform!" Instead, I will be my ridiculous, quirky self.
What many label as fantasy and delusion, I know every day as magick and connection with the Sacred.
The things and people some discard, I embrace, for they are the truth.
When fear and old patterns say "No" and "Stop" I will say "Yes!" And "Let's go!"
In what many consider weakness, I know there is great power.
Some say it's all been done. I know the blessings of mystery in every day.
Where the world sees ugliness, I have found profound beauty.
People who are relegated to being obsolete, past their prime, I honor their wisdom.
We claim the land and all upon it. "Mine" you say. I tell you now, you own nothing.
In the places within where no one will go, I have found every secret. 
The stories many push aside, they are just one way I hear the Goddess speak.
Where there seems to be silence, and nothing to see or learn, all of creation reveals itself to me. 
I walk softly upon our Mother. I honor those who came before. I am never alone or disconnected. 
Each day is gratitude.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Yes

Can you be one with the movement of air?
Can you ride dappled sunlight?
The perfect intricacies of a single leaf
Smooth skin 
Naked in the garden
Sweet scents 
No seeking, fighting, striving 
It is 
You are 
Heartbeat 
Blood through veins 
Energy, Spirit 
Flows
Yes

Sacred

Sometimes when  I'm getting ready 
In the morning 
The room is quiet 
I'll turn the lights back off 
Feel the breeze coming in 
Know the softness of morning 
Like a lover's touch 
Just breathing 
Nothing else is needed
Sacred 

Monday, May 25, 2015

An Angel On The Path (Lucky Strike Angel)

An angel sat with me today
At first I did not know
My spirit within did bid me speak 
And see where this would go
So I started out with firm intent 
But in the end my voice did flee
At which the angel disappeared 
And no human eye could see
I searched and searched for such a time
Though the moment it had passed
My companion's energy remained
But his physical visit did not last 
My sadness and my self disgust
They came to drag me down 
But I could feel him, still about 
So I couldn't embrace the frown
I promised to release and trust 
His help I did request 
With the gentle touch of grace and love
Impossible to be depressed 
His presence remains throughout the day
I am filled with joy and peace 
Sweet comfort of endless blessings
And worries are released 
I learned to trust my heart today
And to let my voice ring out
But I also learned an angels love
Never lets us go without 
A thousand paths, and choices too
A million different ways 
The blessings that are made for us 
Will find us in our days







Monday, May 18, 2015

How I See You

I fall in love 
With 
Everyone 
Friends
Family 
Coworkers 
The family at the airport 
The guy who sold me coffee today
The lady in the Mazda in the other lane
Because 
I see them 
Really
See them 
Triumphant 
Surviving 
Fractured
Delusional 
Angry
Terrified
Numb 
Wild
Complacent 
Soaring
Sexy
Happy
I can't help it 
They're gorgeous 
Delicious
Precious 
Wondrous and sacred
And for the most part 
They don't know it 
I do, though
I know it 
And so I look 
I feel 
I know 
It breaks my heart 
While all at once 
Bringing sheer bliss 
Yes
I see them 
Really
See
Them 
And I fall in love 
With them all 
And sweet little remnants 
Of each one 
Become a part of me 
For always 
So if I look at you 
Or we talk 
And you're reading an intensity 
Please forgive me 
I can't help it
It's just that
I love you 





Not Flawed

The first thing I want to say, is that this is not being written from the point of view of a victim, or from a “poor me” standpoint. This is being written from a place of power. Yes, power. Because there is power in knowing exactly who you are, and in facing your situation head on. Not shrinking back and hiding, regardless of the situation you’re in, standing firm in your personal power, even when you don’t know the outcome, that’s where I have chosen to make my dwelling place.

Sometimes in life, we can get so accustomed to keeping the status quo in place that we forget what we were actually doing in the first place. You’re just keeping those balls up in the air, like a juggler. And most of your effort and energy goes into that effort, you can’t let any of them fall. The trick though, more than keeping all those balls up in the air, is not to lose track of yourself in the process. You can’t let keeping all those balls in the air become all that you’re about.

I recently got diagnosed with ADHD. This was the result of approaching my doctor for help after things at work got really difficult for me, despite the fact that I was twisting myself into a pretzel every day to do a good job. And it’s interesting how this came about. Having difficulty with work performance, never quite being able to excel, feeling like a fraud in every job I’ve ever had, these are not new themes for me.

I’ve had so many jobs over the years, some easier than others. And although I’ve done alright in many of them, there has been an ongoing theme. Jobs that were easier, with less demands were simpler for me. I could work at my own pace. I was never the star employee, and often was “just okay.”

I longed to be able to do more, the way I saw everyone else around me doing. The tougher jobs have always resulted in major struggles. Being called on the carpet by people at all levels who simply don’t have the time or patience to deal with those who can’t deliver excellence on the spot – yeah, I’ve been there a few times. I still can’t look at a jar of Welch’s grape jelly without practically breaking out in hives. It’s a good story, really, hit me up for a coffee some day and I’ll tell you.

This was coupled with my stellar career planning. Basically, I would look around and see a job. Said job would be at a higher pay grade than I was in at the time. I would say to myself “That would really make things better at home. I’ll go do that.” I’m not kidding you when I say I put absolutely zero thought beyond that into any job I have gone for over the years. I thought I was supposed to, it was the right thing for my family. Some jobs have worked out better than others, and several, though difficult, have been true blessings despite how tough they were.

I shared with my doctor how I was tired of this happening to me over and over, ending up in situations where I just couldn’t cut it, but couldn’t figure out why. And it happened in my personal life too. I’d drop the ball on things I promised to do, like pay something or make a phone call. I couldn’t seem to tackle things that seemed to involve lots of paperwork very effectively. Did I mention that for years I was in charge of our bills and finances?

This is how my doctor ended up screening me for ADHD and my receiving a diagnosis. In the weeks since that happened, I have spent a huge amount of time reading about ADHD. I have learned how it often manifests quite differently in girls and women as opposed to the very active, physical version people see in boys and men. Women with ADHD are much more prone to the “inattentive” version, characterized by forgetfulness, being easily distracted, disorganized, daydreaming, difficulty in following simple instructions, getting bored easily, and starting multiple projects without finishing them.

I'm beginning to understand why some projects and assignments have been so hard for me. It makes sense now, why some things seem so impossible to tackle. There's a reason behind missing deadlines and forgetting important things, even with a list. What list, I usually lose it. Or when I find a great work-around that helps me finish something, it inevitably takes longer than people want it to. Now I can see why I frustrate so many people so much! People get the impression that you're sloppy, that you really just don't care, that you aren't giving your best. In reality, you're working incredibly hard and every day you're rewarded with "Yay! You're mediocre!"

Because of women so often being motivated to make things right for others, women with ADHD tend to work very hard to find ways to make things okay as far as these symptoms they are dealing with every day. We tell everyone we’re fine, we read self help books, we minimize when asked about upsetting situations. We take the blame. When I read an article about the amazing work-arounds women with ADHD were instinctively finding in order to be able to accomplish things their own way, I was floored! I’ve been doing that my entire life, without knowing why it was happening. As far as I have always seen it, I had these built in flaws. I have always worked my ass off to find ways around them.

Being diagnosed with ADHD at age 50 is eye-opening. I’ve done such a great job being a yes-woman in so many ways, that some people who are very close to me couldn’t understand the diagnosis and still can’t see it. How many other people with ADHD are walking around saying “I’m fine” and convincing the people in their lives that that’s the case? Just thinking about that knocks me over. There are so many of my own behaviors that make sense now. Wow.

I can’t stress enough the difference it makes to know this. To find out that I do not actually just intrinsically suck at a very basic level changes just about everything I’ve ever believed about myself.

Knowing that there has been a reason behind so many of the things that have happened is HUGE. I’ve walked around for my entire life with this “knowledge” that I just had certain shortcomings. I have consistently been very hard on myself for not being able to correct them.

It’s really kind of cool now. I don’t have to have this armor up. I don’t have to pretend I have it all together. I don’t have to feel defensive about the things I haven’t done well. And I can finally let go of the “I want to be like everyone else. I want them to like me” that came from all of those times that I knew I didn’t fit.

So many things in this world are set up for those who CAN think in a focused, logical way and I don’t fit into that. Not only that, but guess what? That’s perfectly alright. There really is a peculiar, completely unexpected sense of freedom in this discovery.

There are two categories of medications for ADHD. I’ve discovered in the last several weeks that due to other conditions and meds I have going on, I am unable to take either of them. So I will be treating this without the help of big pharma. I’m doing research on diet, vitamins and supplements and habits and tactics that have worked for others. There are even iPhone apps for people with ADHD, with built in alarms to go off and remind you of things, I haven't downloaded any yet, but I'll take a look. Why not?

I really wanted to write this because I want other people with ADHD to know it’s okay. You can talk about it. Just because we think and process and work differently than the average person, this doesn’t make us wrong or flawed. We owe it to ourselves to love, embrace and celebrate who we are.

For me, I’m going to fully embrace the fact that I am unable to chemically alter myself to make me more like everyone else. It’s not an option for me, and so I’m going to run with that. There are so many things that I AM good at. I’ve got lots of talents and abilities, and I know they fit somewhere. It’s alright with me that I’m put together this way. It means that I’m supposed to find ways to really flaunt and enjoy the way I am and work with that every day. So, that’s the plan.

So, this blog entry is for everyone out there with ADHD and for the people who love them. We DO fit. We ARE NOT flawed. Whatever path you and your loved ones take in order to work with your diagnosis, that’s the right path for you. That’s not going to be the same for all of us.

Some of us will take medications, some won’t. Some will see counselors, some won’t. Some will embrace tactics that help us in our everyday lives, and some won’t. Whatever you choose to do, just make it what works for YOU. Pay attention to what works for you. Speak up and advocate for yourself. Have a voice. It’s alright if we do things differently. We’re wired differently, and that’s okay.

You’re beautiful. We all are. ADHD is one aspect of who we are. It doesn’t define us, but it does give us the opportunity to look at life from a completely different perspective. Let’s take that and see what we are meant to be in this world. Let’s rock this. Yes, we can.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Fire's Caress

It's like being liquid fire
Endless burn
Moving in, caressing all the little cracks in between
Finding grace where no one looks
But that is where life is lived

Flight

She raises a wing
Moving in front of the moon
They all said flying wasn't possible
But she does it every night now
Every breath, thought or movement
Changes every other thing
That's how powerful we all are
Yet we run around like naked orphans
Grasping at crumbs and scraps
Hiding from each other, and hoarding
When the entire banquet is ours
With enough for all

Sparkling


This one came from staring out the plane window last night, watching the lights below.

So, if each sparkling light represents a person 
And I'm watching them all go by
People say I'm crazy but...
I can see their souls, you know?
As they go by
Every soul is different
Unique, glaringly bright 
Beautiful 
Even when the deeds seem dark
Sometimes there's only pain
When it's all you know
Then it's all you've got to share
That doesn't make me many friends
When I say all souls are clean and beautiful
It doesn't erase our deeds, done and undone
But those things don't change the soul within
As we walk, talk and think 
Conditioning kicks in 
Fear tells us we are separate
People prefer us and them, good and bad
We don't like to ask 
How did it happen that they're acting that way
We like our walls
We need to be better than 
And point fingers 
We all point fingers
Everywhere but where we should 
Back at ourselves

So, if each sparkling light represents a person...