Remind Me

Remind me because I forget.

Today is a day that many people honour those that fought for their country. It's also a day that I have resisted putting my attention on for one reason or another...mostly because it hurts so much to think of people putting themselves in harms way - regardless of the reason.

Remind me because I forget.

What burns in me is this question of "why do we need a special day and a special moment to help us remember them?" The same question is there for me at Christmas and all the special holidays of every religion and belief system. Why do we need reminders? Why does gratitude and humility not pour from us in every moment? Why is love of all beings not shining brightly first and foremost?

Because I forget. I forget to live my life from a place of gratitude. I'm busy and important. I have lots of responsibilities and people who depend on me. I have too much to do, etc, etc, etc.

I was feeling all of this and then I realized something: when I am doing and being and having all that I can, I can do/be/have from the place of gratitude. To be thankful for my husband, his dedication and devotion to our family, is to be thankful for EVERYTHING that made it possible for us to be together. Every being that died, every being born, every moment of suffering and joy and hope allow this moment to be birthed new.

Remind me. Remind me to let every movement of my being to be sourced from gratitude. Let me feel every moment before this one into infinity. Remind me to open my heart and offer to this world what would serve it in this new moment.

Remind me and I will remember. Heart wide open.

I See You

I see you. There is nothing hidden from me about the beauty of who you are.

I hear your banter, your cry, your heart...and I feel through that to the Source that moves you.

I see the magnificence of who you are. Your full heart, your wide-openness, your willingness and your full depth.

It moves me.

I feel you down to your core. There are no barriers because I already feel you IN me.

Let it in. Breath it in. Know that you are known...and loved beyond any limitation or boundary so fully that your wideness is held with loving arms of compassion.

Know this...and keep opening, sweet one.

Be Wery Wery Aware

First, I look.

I see.

Then, I notice. I notice what I'm seeing.

When I notice that I am seeing, I must awaken to which, whose, or what eyes are seeing. Am I seeing with the eyes of judgment? Curiousity? Am I seeing with the eyes of misery, joy, or a specific person? In the moment that I become aware that I am aware of what I am seeing, I have the power of choice. In that same moment, I have chosen the eyes that see.

Who decides what position (read: eyes) should be doing the seeing. Like most, I choose the position when I was about 5 or 6 years old. I made a decision to "never be like that"...now those eyes are mine. I am aware of the eyes that are seeing. The power of choice (see paragraph one) will be hijacked by whatever eyes are doing the seeing.

There is a solution to this vicious cycle: to offer what "I'll never be like" with an open vulnerable heart. If I'm lucky, I'll be sensible enough to see the humour in my choosing. There is an audacity in believing that I can choose from an untainted and pure place - especially given that I am looking through my "special" eyes.

There is hope that I can choose, in the very next moment, something better. The really funny thing is that my choice in the next moment will be hijacked by the guilt and results of the choice that I just made in the last moment.

Then see step one. (Are you laughing yet or are you taking yourself very seriously?)

How long do think this all takes? Years? Weeks? Days? Hours?

It's instantaneous.

Remember to giggle as you practice the following:

Can you honestly look at yourself and say "I am pleasantly pleasing to myself in my own company in the the company of others"?

What are you aware of right now?...snickering and guffaws are allowed.

By Darlene and Chris Hampson

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Teeth Bared

Bare your teeth. Feel the heat of letting life live through you down to your cells. Enough of the crap! Why do we expect so little of life that we allow ourselves to live a half-life - to live, in any way, unfulfilled?

I walk around with sleepers and I recognize them because I have been one. I'm tired of sleeping to my excellence, my joy, my right to life and tolerating anything else in me.

Wake up sleepers! Look around you and feel what is absolutely amazing about your life. Feel what is decadent, delicious, and desirous - and desire it. Feel yourself already open to receive with your heart wide open, your teeth bared and ready to sink into the sizzling joy that is here, right now.

Choosing to Stand

It's not a surprise to me that one of my greatest life lessons has to do with internal power. I know that my purpose is to teach and guide others to be in their power. Yet I am aware that there are places in my life where I have given away my power to others.

Recently, I have become aware of one of these learning opportunities. That's the first success - being aware of what I have given away and to whom.

I am also aware of why I have given my power away. I see the roots of the tree clearly. I accepted that this is what is true right now. This is my second success - accepting what the current situation is, owning it and being responsible for it. Every situation takes my participation - I did have emotions that came up and my practice is to see that this is just a circumstance, a happening. My emotions do not need to define my next steps and it would be well if they didn't.

From a place of knowledge and awareness, I can now choose to create change from this place. This is my third success - knowing in myself that I have the power to create change in my life.

These are the steps to standing in my power. Now, I get to decide, moment to moment, what I want. These are also the steps for all humans to stand in their power.

The real question for me now is "How can I stand in my power and have more joy, peace and prosperity in my life?" I deserve all of this...and even more.

You deserve all of this too. You deserve to be at the helm of your life from a place of joy, peace and prosperity. And my purpose is to live the learning - here's me, walking the talk.

Beautiful/Crazy

I was sick this past week...exhausted, poured out, and shattered. I was tired of holding it all together inside. I was poured out in ways that did not serve my highest and best. I was blown back by resisting life instead of being in the flow of living.

What struck me is that there was so much I was not expressing over the past months...this caused me to think about my sisters; all of the women in the world.

What are we, the feminine, not expressing? Why would we hold back our gift of authenticity and love?

Like Mother Earth and all of the everything that surrounds us, the gift of the feminine is authentic love. We are beautiful/crazy. We are unpredictable. We change. If we don't, we become dry and brittle. The lust of life becomes pushed deep underground in us and we pull away from life. We only go through the motions...but it's all a pretense.

By the time we do express after years of pushing down our expression, it becomes kinked and painful to us and those around us. It's like we're trying to fit the universe through a pinhole by screaming at the 'verse to become small and push, dammit!


To all of the women in my life: live, be your beautiful/crazy selves and let love shine through in every moment because that's exactly what you are...love, beautiful/crazy love.

Authentic/Conciousness

I dream of a world where we live authentically. Where there is honor and bliss in being real and present. I dream of a world where living as love and freedom is accepted as our birthright.

I can only make this world a reality for me by choosing it daily - in the moments that I am aware enough to see life for what it is. I choose it in spite of how I am seen by others, how uncomfortable I am in the midst of it, or how vunerable I am to all.


Have you ever talked to someone and you got the distinct sense that you were talking to their parents? Their words were from another time and just being repeated - because it's easier to accept and perpetuate what we have been told than to consider what we really, truly, want.


I have a sneaky suspicion that there are many others out there, living a life that was someone elses design. How many people are just going along? Or worse, how many are tolerating their life instead of enjoying it?


What if, just for a few moments a day, we practiced telling the truth - our truth - to someone that we love and trust? What if we practiced even if we didn't know what our truth was - we could start by saying that, perhaps? What if, by that communication, our ability to tell the truth grew and we became more and more comfortable with speaking from our heart. What if we, by this practice, became more connected to our innate intuition.

What if we felt more? More than going through the motions...more than just existing and going on day after day because we have to, for our kids, to get the job done, etc, etc.

What if life could be ecstatic? Ecstatically rich and delicious, fragrant and joyful...could we stand that much awesomeness?

Feel even more. Now.