The Teacher Of Galilee
The Teacher
He never taught a lesson in a classroom…
He had no tools to work with,
such as blackboards, maps or charts…
He used no subject outlines, kept no records,
gave no grades, and His only text was
ancient and well-worn…
His students were
the poor, the lame, the deaf,
the blind, the outcast—
His method was the same
with all who came to hear and learn…
He opened eyes with faith…
He opened ears with simple truth…
opened hearts with love,
a love born of forgiveness…
A gentle man, a humble man,
He asked and won no honours,
no gold awards of tribute to His expertise or wisdom…
in yet this quiet teacher from the hills of Galilee
has fed the needs, fulfilled the hopes,
and changed the lives of many millions…
For what He taught
Brought Heaven to earth
and revealed God’s heart to mankind.
Verse found years ago on a plaque….
I have long held the essence of this wisdom close to my heart. The simple beauty of a life, this way lived, would be of ineffable worth in our world today.
I Am The Ceo Of Letting Go
Grasping, Clutching, Breathing, Ahhh…
My Journal: the ‘raw unplugged’ … Lakeshore ~ AUG. 26th/09
“If the wind could blow my troubles away
Blow my troubles away…..”
I remember walking another beach years ago pleading, shouting these words into the raging storm flinging my arms skyward in supplication ~
Today – just whacked, wiped, trusting, living in the now ~ affirming ~moment by moment,
Knowing, conscious of, not in denial of all the lessons, challenges that are moving me forward to
creating the new all of which I can alllllmossstttt ~~~~see~~~ on the horizon.
So, I am sitting at a picnic table~
First time hungry today ~ having eaten a Tim’s bagel, broccoli soup ~ watching the wind surfers.
Am feeling stronger more connected to the world around me and am now mostly my calm observer self again. And knowing, I cannot STOP LETTING GO~ ……..letting go of stuff, things, relationships that no longer flow anymore, taking to goodwill store, garage sale-ing, gifting, recycling, repairing, restoring, refurbishing, passing it forward, giving, giving, giving, letttttting goooooooo~
Computer clearing, deleting, reorganizing, recreating, sorting, simplifying on and on and on ~ Cleaning, organizing cupboards, closets, drawers, cubbies, making space for the new~
~energy, ideas, people, love, gifts, abundance and prosperity in my mind, heart and soul, home, work, relationships
I’m the CEO of LETTING GO! Renewing, re-membering, transforming my life.
Letting go of residuals of hurt, sadness, fear, resistance, grudges, denial, confusion, disorganization,
I cant’s, don’ wannas, won’t works, of competition, of ‘better than me’s ~
The list of FEARS ~~~~ False Evidence Appearing as Real is endless~~~
Could build the Great wall of China, block by block if one chose to pile up the blocks of fear inculcated within us by all that surrounds in this world……So many blocks, damn blocks~ invisible~
Invisible ghosts in the mind ~ so powerful~ overpowering~
when we ‘BELIEVE’ THEY ARENT’ THERE…they hold even more of our POWER.
GHOSTBUSTERS~ name of the movie~
Ironically most descriptively powerful when it’s MINDBUSTING that is needed.
I AM THE CEO OF LETTING GO~ Flinging myself into the void of all possibilities….
END OF JOURNAL ENTRY…..
And then the windsurfer walks up to me and begins to tell me his story. “My wife and I came from Newfoundland 20 years ago for job interviews; I am a sail maker.
(I smile as I hear my spirit laughing…..I always know when I am in for another butt kicking into the next shift….all from good intentions, of course~! )
“I had an interview in another city and then came here. The interview went well and then my wife and I went to explore the city. We found this windy bay, full of sailboats and windsurfers and decided this was where we were meant to be. It has never been that windy since! But we have been happy here, taking weeks or months off to windsurf at the best surfing places on the continent when the work is slower. Now we have bought property in a beautiful place up north, by the Great Lakes and building our home on the water. Amazing isn’t it how spirit gets us to where we are to be, I grin and he and his wife laugh with me.
“Then I say to him: It must take a lot of strength to wind surf.
“No he responded. Actually see that young woman over there in the striped top, the one who looks like the wind will blow her over. She is one of the best surfers in the club. She knows how to sense the wind, to bend and move with the waves the motion of the bay.
She moves so beautifully across the water, with no effort.
By now, I am grinning, sassing spirit, inwardly saying…. OKAY ALREADY… You know I ‘know’ this lesson, but obviously you’re taking me through a refresher course.
I AM TO BE LIKE A WINDSURFER~ letting go of ’being strong, TRYING to make it work ~ I am to return to trusting, sensing, moving, flowing, riding the waves of life…..letting go, letting go with arms flung to the sky again,
welcoming the NEW, for the joy of the ride and highest call of my soul.
What might shift, arrive for you, if you should choose to let go~ perhaps of just one thing: the one right there ~ in your awareness?
How might that change your life?
Come join me, surfing along the waters of life~!
Believing Ones Way Beyond The Fear
I Pulled my Courage up from the Depths of Somewhere…
There are times in life, when suddenly the path ahead is obscured beyond any human understanding. The challenge looming menacingly ahead, may feel like a roaring avalanche about to engulf, when one hadn’t even been aware that they had stepped onto the mountain. Choosing to trust this mysterious force is not a journey for the faint of heart. It is however, the pathway to miracles and breathing space.
The En Visioning Call of My Soul…
Having completed my Bachelor of Arts degree in psychology, I then was offered a place in the Faculty of Education to complete my teaching degree. Being in fear through most of my teens, feeling little personal power and lack of support, even censure when I had attempted to embrace life in new ways, I had not ventured into the world to follow my heart’s desire after high school. I truly began to embrace the inner challenge of the ongoing ‘lesson’ of reclaiming my authenticity throughout my marriage. At the earth age of ‘30′ mother of 4 children, sitting in the golden ( really!) chair I will always remember, I clearly heard my Higher Self say to me:
“Linda, you CAN become a teacher!”
Stunned, I began to breathe in the possiblity of reclaiming the dream I had secretly carried, since I was a tiny child. The rest of this is a story for another day……
Now Life was calling me again and and just as imperatively. This time the reverberations awakened my saddened soul and I knew that the only choice for me was to accept the honour of being offered a place at the Faculty, although having no idea ‘how’ any of this could be possible. I had just become the single parent of four children with an already large student loan, part time work as a grocery clerk left me with no idea “How” I was to pay the bills each month. Then I suddenly learned that the children and I were now living in a home that going up for sale, imminently In Yet……
Beckoned from within, in both great fear and mumbling prayer, I blindly began to trust the vision I had seen years earlier. Although I truly felt I was in a check mate position I pulled my courage up from the depth of somewhere I knew not, since this route seemed the only way I would be able to secure a teaching position to be able to care for my family.
I had forgotten that my soul knew the golden path before me.
Arising in the dark each morning, four hours before class was to begin in the city, I would travel, study and return home in the evening. When people asked me how I did this, my reply was always: “Please don’t ask me right now.” It seemed that if I spoke, my suppressed pain and exhaustion would engulf me; I needed every bit of my energy focused on the task ahead. I carried the poem Footprints folded in my wallet and simply kept keeping on.
The inevitable day came when I looked in the refrigerator and there was almost nothing eat. My insides began to cave. Shaking and silently praying, I heard my oldest daughter say: “Its okay mom, it’s been worse”.
I blessed her for her faith. There comes a level of fear that is completely numbing and perhaps this is the gift that allows one to continue moving forward into the unknown when trust is still a fledging. Arising at 5:00 a. m. the next morning, I once again headed to the university, fear pulsing the beat of my heart.
Later that day, researching in the library, the librarian noticed I was strained. I mentioned my situation and that this time I simply didn’t know how I could continue and I had no answers in my awareness, anymore. She smiled and me took down the hall, indicating the Awards Office. Go in there now, she lovingly told me and gently nudged me forward.
On automatic pilot, I entered and began to speak, tears falling as my words dripped out. I will never forget the woman who questioned and listened that day. She gently told me to take the form, to fill it in immediately and return it right away.
Then, because I had ‘believed’ my way beyond my fear and had shared with another ~ since a Miracle is simply a Change in Perception, the key to opening to a miracle began to unfold.
Having reached beyond my old belief system of “ You Have to Do it all Yourself” , three days later I had enough money for food as she handed me the cheque and my eyes once again filled with tears. She soothed my aching soul by acknowledging: “You really need this, don’t you.”
To my surprise, she also passed me another application form, repeating the instructions to complete it immediately. This went on for three months, allowing me to feed my children, to complete my year and graduate with my Bachelor of Education.
I never knew the woman’s name, but to me she was my Angel. This possibly humiliating situation brought healing and hope to me and my family, through her heart felt compassion. Allowing me to keep my dignity, she saw with eyes of love. I truly know that she was one of ways in which Divine Love carried me through that year.
Graduating with honours was merely a bonus. How the rest of the technicalities worked out, I really don’t remember. I do know for sure, however that there truly are angels on earth.
I know she was one of the many Human Angels who believed in me and carried me through that year.
Dear God/dess, thank you for every day miracles. May we remember that when we forget and tremble in fear, You have infinite resources beyond all measures. Thank you for the still small voice within that guides and supports us, through what may seem the most dire of circumstances. For this most precious gift we offer our heartfelt and humble thanks.
Might you be ready to shift one perception; to invite a miracle into your life?
And if so, which one do you choose to shift ?
Many blessings Linda
Secrets Behind The Secret ….
ICEBERG INSIGHT
Un…Ravelling the Secrets To Un…Cover the Gold
Only now am I aware of the reason I have been challenged to write this post. What I needed to say was no secret, pardon the word play; however, I simply baulked each time I faced the page.
Aware of the esoteric truths presented in the book “The Secret”, I understand that spiritual law states what we think about, we bring about, by the Law of Vibration and Attraction. There are in my experience however, many deeper aspects that need to be addressed in shifting consciousness.
I laughed out loud a few years ago, hearing Debbie Ford state that many people hope to just affirm positively and then life will be wonderful. Her words were:
“You can’t put ice cream on top of poop and expect a great sundae!”
How profound.
Virginia Satir’s teachings were the first I found on understanding how ‘we become who we become’ along the way and her wisdom became a light in the darkness for me when I had a young family.
She compared the top of the iceberg, approximately 10% above the water line to the amount of consciousness people may have about themselves and their world. The other 90% of the iceberg, below water is compared to the subconscious or the subtly programmed unconscious messages that societally shape our daily lives.
As I followed my inner wisdom in choosing to write this blog I needed to sketch and paint an iceberg; something I have never done before. I then photographed it and set it up on my blog draft. Every time I walked by my computer for 2 days, it taunted me.
Then last night I dreamed that I was chipping ice ( a theme word playing out here, you may notice ) on the side of an almost clean road. For me the symbolic message of ‘ice’ in my dreams is ‘the need to unthaw emotion’.
This morning I awoke in restlessness, an uneasy gnawing in my being. While dream journalling, the symbolism and ideas coming to me began to release blocked feelings, bashing away at old thinking and beliefs, freeing me to open to a broader perspective of my world. Phewww… What a ride!
From deep within my subconscious, my submerged iceberg part, my Soul had been calling me to unthaw the ice cream and let go of more old ‘poop’, so that I could float more buoyantly in the sea of life. An attractive concept for an astrological water sign, like me!
I have always said:
When I truly follow, spirit has a great sense of humour~~~~~
What might you choose to bring to your awareness?
How might this shift your view of the world?
After all, this is how we begin to seek out our alchemical Gold~!
It’s a Soul Thing If…
“If it makes your heart sing, it’s a soul thing.”
One day bubbling with happiness these words spilled on to the card I was making. There before me, lay puzzle piece answers to the most elemental questions of life: the very questions I had been asking of my self since my earliest years.
“Who am I?”
“What am I here for?”
“How come the adults don’t seem to know how to do this thing called Life?”
I now know that my pondering, a prayer some might say, was a need within me, beckoning me, soul calling me toward my purpose for being. Even at 4 years of age, in essence I was asking the universe, the source within me, how to gain insight into the care and nurturing of my own soul.
For many years I forgot my soul song. I wandered, living an outward everyday life, doing many of the things society told me would bring happiness, yet knowing something was deeply crying within me. Always seeking, I functioned in the world of family, relationships, education and the professional world the best way I knew how. I survived. And, I also accomplished some wonderful things.
Yet inside, I often felt hurting, hollow, in hiding. I now realize I was not alone in this way of functioning in the world; however, I didn’t yet know that much of the world also existed in this same manner.
But that day, in the magic of simple prose, answers to my inner questing challenged me boldly, with profound simplicity.
“Linda, Linda love,” my soul spoke, “go search out that which makes your heart happy. Then, I will join you in creating your new soul song~!”
My wish is that here you may find inspiration, musings and aspects that stir your soul, inviting you to consider new ways of questioning, seeing and being in your life.
Today, I invite ‘You’ to come join me in creating Your New Soul Song; in finding those things that make your heart sing, your belly fill with laughter, and your gifts to flow out into the world.
In Peace, Love, and Joy
Expect Miracles!
