Express Your Divinity

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“Nature is full of genius, full of the Divinity;

So that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.”

~Henry David Thoreau



A Beautiful Living Experience of Namaste

I met a Sudanese refugee this week that immigrated to the United States for work.  He is an amazing man.  I’ll call him “Steven.”  Among the many humbling and gracious words he spoke, what shined most is his deep faith in God and enduring love for ALL people.  He said he “vehemently” believes in doing things that “bring greatness” to the lives of others as well as himself.  Steven is thankful to God for granting him many gifts and abilities, especially using them for “doing right things for others.”  This brave and radiant young man gets up every morning with a smile on his face, knowing that God is always with him.

Three powerful themes emerged from my conversation with this migratory, luminous messenger.  From his own words, first, we are not restricted by anybody or anything except our own choices.  Second, a loving gracious God exists and “resides in us, with us, beside us, around us, and among us,” no matter what our race, religious, culture, gender, or life circumstances.  And third, serving the one human body of God and individuals in our local communities can bring abundant JOY!

After meeting this delightful new acquaintance, I headed to our lake house, which is a few miles from a community that has a significant new population of Sudanese and Hispanic immigrants.  I stopped at the local big box “Super Store” for a few grocery items.  When I arrived, I felt different.  As I looked around, I saw “Steven” everywhere.  I walked up and down the aisles and couldn’t get the smile off my face.  I was beaming with the grace-filled lessons of Steven’s love and joy.  My heart was expanded and with each and every immigrant I saw, it grew even more with love, compassion, and joy.   And then, something amazing happened.

As I was gathering my items and looking around, a young Sudanese child made eye contact with me, smiled, and waved.  With surprise, my heart leaped out of my chest and I felt the presence of our shared Divinity and joy.  It felt like a deeply sacred moment.  There were no words between us, just a profound, yet brief surreal connection.  We needed no words.  We saw each other.  I walked off dazed and intoxicated with the lessons of Steven stirring in my heart.

A few minutes later, in the next aisle over a family passed by.  Not paying much attention, I was looking at my list when a young Hispanic girl pulled her hand away from her mom, and shouted loudly to get my attention, “Hi!”.  I made eye contact with her, returned a smile, and said, “Hi!”

Seriously?  Again?  It was as if both kids were reaching out to me to share a soul moment.  I was filled with gratitude.  There was a familiar knowing among us.  Our brief eye contact felt like an eternity of deeper seeing and recognition.  I began to feel a universal oneness with everyone in the super store.  I looked around with gentle compassion and curiosity. What was happening?

When life couldn’t get much sweeter, a third young Caucasian child laying on her daddy’s shoulder, lifted her head just a few feet from mine, grinned from ear to ear, and with the light of recognition in her eyes, greeted me with an adorable and engaging, “Hi!” I was enchanted as I stood soaking in the mystery of this unbelievable experience.

I thank Steven.  His palpable love, joy, and heart for service, created a beautiful resonant field that ignited something in me.  I believe the same gracious God, and Divine spark, which resides within Steven, resides within me, and within all people, including the three children I met at the super store.  Maybe, the three children simply recognized it sooner than I did, and reached out in remembrance to reconnect in a beautiful living experience of Namaste.


[The definition of Namaste (pronounced na, ma, stay) is both a physical gesture and a spoken spiritual salutation, which is the recognition of the divine spirit (or soul) in another by the divine spirit in you.  The word Namaste translates simply to “I bow to the divine in you.”]

(Image found with SCiAF, Scotland’s Aid Agency

My Juicy, Delicious, Sweet and Savory Life

I discovered fasting years ago for “spiritual” reasons. It became a spiritual ritual or routine that lacked the earth-shaking, rich and dynamic “Pow!,” because I spent so much of that time “disembodied.” At the time, I would much rather leave the physical realm and play in the ethers. At other times, I could be found “stuck” in my HEAD. Consequently, three years ago I could not walk a block without physical pain. My physical health was compromised and I was so “out of touch” and disconnected from my body. I spent months tuning in, listening, and learning from my body. I consciously chose to “move back in” and fully EMBODY my body. I went extreme to kick-start the process: 100% organic in and on my body, absolutely NO SUGAR, GLUTEN, CORN, DAIRY, etc. After I took my body back, I began a bi-yearly, ritual “love-my-body” cleanse, and remain gluten and sugar free. Life is so much “richer” and “sweeter” this way for me!

Now when I look at food, I delight in the colors, shapes, and textures.  The different aromas enchant me.  Recipes fascinate me. Great cooking captivates me. I marvel at herbs and spices! I’m mindful of experiencing the love and energy of the food in its natural, beautiful form and I can taste when meals are prepared with love. One of my favorite activities is to chop vegetables. I take pleasure in the energy and vibration of colorful, vibrant, living foods. I have learned so much about my mind, emotions, and spirit by moving back into my body and developing a loving, conscious relationship with my body and food. The gestalt of flavor, texture, temperature, and aroma is spectacular and satisfying in itself.  Life has never tasted so good!

When I feel out of balance, restless, or down, I can often shift the energy quickly, by drinking in life and chewing on the nourishing beauty around me.  If I have a craving, I ask my body what it really needs and it rarely answers food.  Emotions are much easier to assimilate and digest.  I routinely acknowledge what is sweet in my life… or bitter… or rich, pungent, or spicy.  This has been a great practice that has developed mindfulness and a keen awareness of my relationship with food. This new approach has created a peaceful environment where I love my body, delight in food, and savor life.

I invite you to love your body and experience the tantalizing, radiant energy of vibrant, nutritious foods. The restorative value and healing power is abundant and limitless.

ENJOY YOUR…  Juicy… Delectable… Sumptuous… Rich… Velvety… Creamy… Tart… Smooth… Decadent… Luscious… Delicious… Tasty… Melt-in-your-mouth… Sweet… Salty…Tangy… Flavorful… Spicy… Succulent… Mouth-watering… Refreshing… Zesty… Crunchy… Crispy… Sour… Tender… Golden… Light… Appetizing… Scrumptious… Nutritious… Savory… Indulgent… Heavenly… Delish… Pungent… Palatable… Yummy… Finger licking good… Lip-smacking… Exquisite… Divine… Nourishing… Wholesome… LIFE.


Called to BE Conscious

I just spent the weekend with a group of conscious, inspiring women who feel called and committed to BE the change they wish to see in the world.  I have been blessed, beyond measure, to meet many of these women across the country that are stepping up and moving into a new leadership model ready to do their part.  The beautiful thing about this conscious leadership is the exercise of synergetic, integrated (fully feminine) cooperative power.

The leadership I am witnessing breaks the mold on the old paradigm of power-over/power-less relationships.  It changes the dynamic of power, whereas no one has authority over the other.  Women are simply showing up, fully embodied in their own personal passion and purpose, and as self-empowered individuals, doing their part.  There’s no competition.  There’s no win or loose.  There’s no judgment.  And most important, there’s a “piece” for everyone.  Women are acknowledging the value in each other and generously sharing their resources, time and talent for the greatest good of humanity and the earth.   Striving for absolute power as the “lone wolf” is no longer effective.  However, synergetic cooperative power works.

The new model gives space for everyone to be who they are as they honor and value the breadth and depth of diversity.  Reverence for the collective affirms a respect and appreciation for differences.  There’s no motivation to try to change others’ beliefs or behaviors.   In fact, women are genuinely interested in learning from each other as they collaborate around common values and the greater good.  Gone are picket lines separating race, religion, politics, spiritual practice, geography, gender, sexual orientation, and even personality types.  In the new model of conscious leadership there is wisdom in the collective and it is more precious and constructive than preconceived boundaries that fragment and fracture the highly regarded oneness.

Conscious leadership is an integral, collaborative leadership.   Cultivating a united humanity is not a philosophical, idealistic construct; it is a fundamental and essential reality.  Conscious leaders understand that humanity is one and organically join, unite, and coalesce.  Understanding the strength of integration, the new leaders create strategies similar to putting together a puzzle.  All the pieces are important.  All the pieces belong.  And all the pieces are needed.  The simple elegance is that no one needs to do more than his or her part.  One must quietly put his or her piece on the table and be willing to be re-arranged as needed.

This beautiful new movement is reminding humanity that we are not broken.   Brokenness, separation, and isolation are just illusions the mind made up.  We no longer need to spend decades in “self-improvement,” “personal development” or therapy!  There’s no need for, or purpose in, suffering.  It’s time to simply awaken to the truth of our being and knowing.  The old quote says, “We are spiritual beings having a physical experience.”   Women are waking up and being spiritual beings having a full, vibrant, authentic spiritual experience, and staying awake while doing so.  We are whole.  We are perfect in our imperfection.  It’s our time to remember and expand into the fullness of who we really are.

This delightful conscious leadership is a calling.  Do you feel called?  Commit to the new wave and allow the irresistible, compelling, and contagious energy sweep you into the abundant love and joy of generosity, respect, unity, and spiritual vitality.  This synergetic cooperative power will move your mountains and rock your soul!

My Colorful Greek Garbanzo Bean Salad

I love to make up my own recipes. I was in the mood for a Greek salad with “substance.” That called for my famous Greek garbanzo bean concoction: a colorful celebration of nature’s most delicious flavors beautifully combined in a visual pallet that is sure to please the other pallet.  I opened my new jar of Calamata olives and popped one into my mouth. Ugh, they were not pitted! How was I going to make my Greek salad without Calamata olives? I was not! More importantly, how was I going to pit them?  Cutting them off the pit was not efficient. And then I noticed: when I smashed them, they naturally separated from the pit. Then I could squeeze the pit out one end. It was messy, but appeared to be the solution. As I stood smashing and squeezing, the juice ran freely through my fingers and onto my cutting board. The smell was heavenly Greek. When I was done, I chopped them so no one would ever know I smashed them.

Vibrant hues filled my glass bowl as I added bright yellow peperoncini, regal red peppers, stately green cucumbers, those deep purple olives, and finely chopped red onions to my pallid garbanzo beans. Next, the aromatic mix of olive oil, balsamic vinegar, lemon juice, garlic, basil, sea salt, and my favorite pepper blend. Oops, I almost forgot the Feta Cheese. Yum… it was calling my name! I stirred it all together with love and lifted my spoon to my lips.  Disappointment! It tasted like nothing special. In fact, I would say it didn’t taste like much of anything at all.  The secret ingredient of many good things is time. And, like fine wine, my gregarious Greek medley deserved a moment to merge, mingle and unite in melodious glory; time to transform – imbued with delightful new succulent flavors.

Ah, yes… a little time proved to be the answer! It was delicious.  As I looked at the beautiful salad I wondered if there was a way to imbue peace, harmony and unity in a world of many colors, races, religions, beliefs, and politics. Stirred with LOVE, maybe time will tell. That is my colorful Greek garbanzo bean prayer.