Soul Musings

  I am a writer.  Not because I went to school to become one. Not because I read a “how to” book, not because someone showed me how to be a writer and certainly not because someone asked me to.  I am a writer because my soul has shown me that writing is connected to why I am here. It is part of my soul medicine that heals me and hopefully others. This knowing came to me when I was a little girl who loved learning words, spelling words, playing with words, evolving through words. But somewhere on my journey I turned off the valve through which my words flowed. The stream of consciousness thoughts that once arrived from out of nowhere into my awareness, became a trickle. I had turned my back on my muse. I allowed the perceived judgment of others to rule me and the critical voice in my own mind to silence me with its demands of perfection.  Demanding perfection, at first try...so I stopped trying. My soul's knowing has patiently waited for me to reclaim my voice and to reki

How is it that we can get so triggered by our families of origin...no matter how much inner work we've done?  Even the most benign of family dynamics can pull us out of our center in a split second. And for sensitive souls, family energetics and slight "slights" can tailspin even those fully invested in transformation/healing who have grand intentions of loving and accepting others and  just as they are!   We shift from blissed to pissed and just like that, our good intentions and all of our inner work seem to fall away.    From even the most well-intended of communications, those old healed over wounded places can get reopened and before you know it you are triggered!  A tone of voice, one word, a grimacing look, a shift of energy, or even silence can present to the receiver like a sharp edge that cuts open a memory from the past that the mind correlates and recognizes as a threat.  An inner danger alert goes off and all at once it seems as if all self-

Soul Musings are just that, “musings”.   Not advice, just an exploration of the journey of life. I awoke in the darkness of the early, early morning today in more ways than one. These early morning “wake up calls” range from 3am to 5am...mostly right around 4am and have been happening for years.  I've been curious about the reason, but have had a whisper of an idea about why. Then I heard a loosely translated quote from Guru Singh that got my attention and really seemed to make sense of what was happening to me and perhaps others as well! He said that “the Yogis call these early hours the Ambrosial Hours. When the thought forms are asleep and the antennae getting to God is clearer...there's not as much static.” I have a knowing that it is a call from my soul to awaken me more to the creativity that longs to be expressed through me. But this morning as I sat in the darkness willing to listen to what wanted my attention, I kept thinking of the word, “Renaissance”.  Whi