The power of words, are sparks, flames, trails of energy that leave your body

I awoke this morning thinking “Oh its Joyday!”. The thought sat, and grew as I padded to the kitchen to fetch my cherished one cup of coffee to brew next to my bed. I peeked under the covers to see my snoring Pepper-Anne Pug still dreaming Dig Dreams and Salem the Noble hummed next to me.

The Joyday thought grew, we are constrained by our Mother Tongue to what day it is. Why not rename the days of the week to days that are meaningful to you? Why have the vibration of the language dictate to me what day of the week it is? So many have Monday Blues. This poor day has now been boxed into a vibration of a quality that has nothing to do with the fact that the Sun has risen on another beautiful day of your life. Even the names of our emotions do not really explain what is moving through you. The expanded thought to this is how about living a day without language, challenging every word that we utter – WILD! 

How about renaming everything that passes through you! How about renaming the hours of your day, making time for everything that is you, hours for Joy, hours for sorrow, hours for you... or better still, just allowing what is moving through you to be what it is.

The power of words, are sparks, flames, trails of energy that leave your body. See this… picture it. So you are weaving your person, all the hours of your life, by the freedom or constraint of your language about yourself.

Happy Joyday to you dear ones… tomorrow is Breathday, following are Graceday,Gratiday,Wowday,Prayerday and Funday  and right now is my breathhour… 

Cover light years, while standing still.

Sit with me a while, here on the beach. And just be Conscious. See the ocean, watch the white caps and rolling waves, then dip below the surface and feel the movement of the deeper currents, slip deeper still and see how it all mixes and flows. Go deeper, until you are at the bottom where there is absoluteness a deep space of things you might not have seen but its silent…and it IS and it IS part of the choppy ocean above.  

These are the layers of your heart. The wise person knows that when something significantly uncomfortable happens you do not move on. Instead, by going within deeply you will cover light years, while standing still.

Out of this arises a great thing, you can begin to practice a Buddhist philosophy that makes so much sense to me.  By having compassion for yourself first, you may begin to do the same for others. This is called the practice of Tonglen. Another wiser one that me that has alerted this to me write so eloquently on this here:

http://www.shambhala.org/teachers/pema/tonglen1.php

And you will find that in this process many of the same things get revisited, at a different level each time. Sadness and Joy are not inert emotions, they are both so vast and have richness and learning in both of them. And yes some things you might never get to the bottom of and some Joy does not have a word or an expression. But at least, you have sat still here beside me, and begun a still journey.