Monday, December 26, 2016

Roses - Love and Joy

I believe that the second largest number of meditation images in Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be (here) are roses of various types. They have a vibrancy and immediacy to them that I am not sure that I can, in prose, adequately describe. This is one of the images from the book: 


As with all the rose images, this image shows a joyfulness, a full-heartedness of the species. The Green Hope Essences website says that: "Roses are love incarnate....While they are the most evolved family of Flowers on the planet, their Essences are extremely practical and down to earth." The Secret Language of Flowers by Samantha Gray says, in brief, on page 63 that roses are "Love: Romance: Beauty: Passion: Courage."

I wrote this poem about the rose in connection with Opening the Heart

Rose

Contemplate the rose:
its vibrancy, lushness;
its willingness to put 
its beauty, heart
and soul into the world.

Contemplate the rose:
admire its connection 
to joy created from 
and with the divine.

The energy, the imprint of
the rose lives in the divine heart.
Contemplate its desire
to link you with that divine heart.

©2016 Kathryn L. Samuelson

I want to let my heart sing with the vibration, harmony, frequency of the rose. Now just to let myself do that. Will that happen if I use meditation image number 15 as a teacher?




Monday, December 19, 2016

The Idea in My Head

I used to have jobs where I had to be at a desk working at 8:00 or 9:00 am. This meant getting up at 5:00 or 6:00, doing some exercise, showering, dressing, and heading out the door to work. 

Then I quit my last job, moved to Massachusetts thinking I would find a new job. But, the universe had a different idea about what I should be doing with my life than I did. Because I no longer had to be somewhere, I started sleeping later. But, I have, since that time in 2004, kept the idea in my head that I should be up much earlier and then moving and doing/producing. I have struggled with this idea since then. 

Along the way I have let go of other ideas in my head. I had to, at some point, give up the idea in my head that I would have a job. I moved into becoming a life coach, doing Channeled Angel readings and writing a book (with the help of the angels and guides, of course).

I was finally able to buy a condominium about 4 years after I moved to Massachusetts. I had the idea in my head that I would live in that condominium for 10 to 15 years. But, again, I had to let go of that idea in my head. I realized after about 6 years that I wanted to move from Massachusetts to Vermont. I ended up living in that condominium for about 6-1/2 years which is quite a bit short of 10 to 15 years. I am trying not to be set on how long I am going to be living in the location I am in in Vermont. After all the idea in my head may not match what the universe has in mind for me. 

But, still the idea in my head that I should be getting up earlier in the morning persists. I am working on letting it go, however, it seems to be really stubborn. Maybe I need to let go of the idea of letting go of this idea in my head. Maybe I just need to co-exist with it and see how that works out for it and me. 

So, as meditation image number 55 in Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be (here) is somewhat pertinent to this issue. If I see it as I am seeking to change from sleeping later to getting up earlier in the morning, then this image is really quite pertinent.



The interesting thing is that I am often starting my work for the day not much later in the morning than I did at my last job. (I suppose the fact that I no longer have to head out the door to commute makes a difference.) So, the ideas in our heads can really be quite interesting about what they want, about the way they perceive things. 

What other ideas do I have in my head that I should let go of? Hmm, an interesting question. 

What ideas do you have in your head that you might be clinging to that you should let go of?

Monday, December 12, 2016

Loosestrife

Purple loosestrife is one of the plants that is the background to some of the meditation images in my book, Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be. (information here) For those of you who do not know what loosestrife looks like, this is one of the meditation images in the book: 




I find this meditation interesting for this time for two reasons. First, as much as we rush around at other times of the year, we can become truly crazy during the holiday season. And, because of all the is going on around the world, we may feel called to do, do, do to make a difference. So, I think that the mediation image telling us to "Go slowly. Take your time." is especially important right now. 

I wrote a poem for loosestrife, just as I did for all the other plants in the book. It is: 

Loosestrife

Consider the loosestrife plant
Consider its erect stance.
On first blush it seems to be rigid, 
filtering out much, Yet a deeper gaze
inward to the depths of it shows
how much can flow through.
Sunlight reached into the center of
it; light and color show between 
the separate flowers.

Consider the loosestrife with
all it's separate partsyet all
attached, connected. Separateness
but oneness on one stalk.
Is loosestrife any different from us?

©2016 Kathryn L. Samuelson

I mentioned Green Hope Farm and its flower essences in my most recent post. (information here) Well, I looked up loosestrife on its website. There is a yellow loosestrife essence but not a purple loosestrife essence. I have a feeling that the information might not be terribly different for the purple plant than for the yellow, so I thought I would post the information for yellow loosestrife here. 

"Yellow Loosestrife offers, 'I mend the tears in your experience of life so that you see it as a seamless whole of beauty and goodness. Consider me if difficulties have sapped your joy in life. I AM indefatigable gratitude and joyful appreciation for life, even amidst trials and tribulations. I will help you to find the bead on the positive and valuable in your life during flood times, turmoil or when you have been besieged by challenges as well as during times when things are flowing more smoothly.' "

Can we find our connectedness in our separateness? I think we should try. 















Wednesday, December 7, 2016

The Secret Language of Flowers

I recently purchased the book, The Secret Language of Flowers by Samantha Gray. (click here for a link) It is a lovely book, with gorgeous illustrations that appear to be water colors. The flowers are divided into sections labeled Courtship, Love and Affection, Beauty, and Friendship. I am sure that other authors might have different takes on the meanings, or maybe rather additional information about the meanings of flowers.

One of the reasons that I bought the book is that it has information on three of the five plants in my book Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be (information here). The three plants in the book are rose, water lily and honeysuckle, although the images in Opening the Heart are actually of honeysuckle berries. Unfortunately, it does not include information on chicory and loosestrife.

Samantha Gray says this at the top of the section for honeysuckle on page 54 of the book: "Bonds of Love; Generous, Devoted Affection; Fidelity; Spiritual Vision." I find this last one particularly interesting in light of the decision to use it in my book, which is about delving into self to see how you want to relate to yourself, others, the world, and the Divine. On the other hand, Gray says that Honeysuckle combines sweetness with resilience.

My angels and guides have this to say about honeysuckle:

"Honeysuckle provides a balance for you. It creates a sense of strength but brings with it a deep compassion for self and others." 

Green Hope Farm creates flower essences (here). The farm's website says this about honeysuckle: 

"Experiencing our memories as healing assets not liabilities.
Honeysuckle supports us to harvest the learning lessons and the kernels of genuine sweetness in our memories then leave the rest behind. This prevents us from getting stuck in memory quagmires of nostalgia and sentimentality as well as regret, remorse or an unending sense of sorrow and loss.
-Supports those of us who overly romanticize the past to let go and ground more fully in the present. 
-Helps us experience a state of constant remembrance of the divine, a state of being we may not have experienced since childhood."
I look forward to continuing to explore this book as well as delve into additional meanings that are deep within the meditations in my book. 






Monday, November 28, 2016

A Tough Anniversary

This past Thanksgiving week was a tough anniversary for me as it was the 10th anniversary of both of my parents' deaths. They died 7-1/2 days apart in November, 2006, bracketing Thanksgiving that year. I was a bit surprised at the fact that it was harder this year than it has been for some years, possibly because it was the 10th anniversary. On the one hand, it felt as if the time had gone quickly, but it hit me about how long we have been without our parents, as well as how much longer we have left in our lives without them. 

So, I've been feeling a bit wobbly. 

At the time I wrote some poems to help me deal with my emotions. These are the poems I wrote:


Death Came

Death came
and it took
and
then
it took again.

It came
as a friend
to those it
took, but
I have yet
to embrace it.

©2016 Kathryn Samuelson


A question for My Parents

It was January, 1954
when my grandpa died.
I had just turned three
a week, maybe two
when my grandpa died.
You were on your way
back to the Navy
when they reached you,
almost about to climb
the steps to the plane –
I think. How did they reach
you in time at a time
without cell phones or
the internet?

It was 1967
when my grandpa died.
I was sixteen, and I
remember my MorMor’s
grief as well as her
managing to live fully
without him.
I was just old enough to
start to really know him
when he died. Now he is
a disembodied voice
preaching a sermon on
an old recording.

It was 1973 when
my grandmother died.
I was at summer school
taking Art History and
some other things, was
told to stay there – not to
come to the funeral. All
these years later it still
feels not quite right
even though she was
difficult to be around,
hypochondriacal – “notice
my arthritis”, a cry I
suppose to “notice me,
notice me.”

It was 1977 when
my MorMor died,
having laid herself
neatly on the floor. We
think she might have
been dizzy (a stroke?)
and laid down.
Ninety three almost, and
still living quite well
on her own,
surprising me once
when I saw her on the
bench outside the
courthouse waiting
for the bus.

I can still see the film
with my MorMor
in the piece on the
Senior Center in my head,
see her working the
room, still the Preacher’s
Wife, just the way you
worked the room years
later after church or at the
senior place.

How did you manage all
those years without them?


©2016 Kathryn Samuelson


And, if you can stand one more, this was written 3-1/2 years later. As you can see from this poem, as many people know well, grief comes and goes. Sometimes faint, sometimes strong. I will spare you the other poem that I wrote at the time right after their deaths. It seems even too much form to post it here with the others.



Grief Again

Reading the
poem about
their deaths.
The grief came
rolling back,
sweeping away
any feeling of
being
anchored.

Rootless

Again.

©2016 Kathryn Samuelson




Wednesday, November 23, 2016

A Message from the Angels and Guides

I have decided that I will post messages from my angels and guides here from time to time for those of you who aren't connected with me on Facebook, where I will be doing the same. 

Today's message is: 

"This is truly a time of evolution and change. It is a time of things breaking apart so that the new may grow and prosper. It may seem hard at this time to see and feel this, however trust that this is so."

So, that said, connect with the One, with Mind to feel stability, connection and healing. 

From my book, Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be (here), I suggest this for image for a meditation:




Monday, November 21, 2016

Radical Empathy

I listened to Krita Tippet's most recent show. She interviewed Isabel Wilkerson, author of The Warmth of Other Suns. During the course of the conversation Isabel Wilkerson talked about the need to practice or have radical empathy to change the heart, to bring about true change. This is, to me, being open to seeing the other not as an other, but as someone to whom we are connected in the great scheme of things. I also see it as a tool for making shift and change. The link to the show is here.

It seems to me that this practice of radical empathy aligns with something Joanne Macy talked about in her video explaining a Tibetan Buddhist prophecy that she was told a number of years ago. You can see the piece here. Her teacher talked about Shambala Warriors rising. As he put it, the tools of the Shambala Warrior are compassion and insight. This feels quite a bit like radical empathy to me. 

Thomas Moore, in his book Writing in the Sand (here), talks about metanoia, which is a radical shift in perception. I think that practicing radical empathy can lead to that radical shift in perception that he thinks is possible to find by looking the teachings of Jesus in a different way. He argues that there is a soul in the gospels that exists, a soul which many people do not realize is there.

And, for a bit of self-promotion here, I believe strongly that working with my book, Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be (here), can help bring about the shift in vision towards compassion, kindness, healing and light. 

The questions, I suppose, for many of us are do we want to be Shambala Warriors, and if we do, how are each of us called to do that? 

Many blessings on your journey in this time of shift.


Monday, November 14, 2016

Big Magic II

This is another poem that came to me basically fully formed, although I did "tinker" with it a bit. The name comes from the fact that it appeared in my mind just as I had laid down to go to sleep. I got out of bed, went into my study and wrote down what had come to me. I went back to bed, and thought something along the lines of, "so you're not done yet." I got back up and went into the study to write down the rest of the poem. So, here it is: 

Poetic Visitation Upon Going to Sleep

words writ upon
the skin
do not explanations 
make or 
sorrows erase

so I shall
not write 
them there, 
but rather
put them here
and there
to evaporate
as smoke 
rising in the air

words that rest
briefly upon
the tongue, shelter
in the brain, 
merely as if pausing, 
creating phrases
too elegant to be
from my mind

then I know I have been visited,
for amusements sake,
by a muse or 
possibly by a word
witch going laughingly
on her way 

© 2016 Kathryn L. Samuelson

Friday, November 11, 2016

Honeysuckle Berries

I felt after my most recent post that I wanted to post something in relation to my book, Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be. The following is a poem about another of the plants in the book, Honeysuckle Berries. I hope you enjoy this poem, but first, one of the meditation images from the book. 



I like this sentiment at this time, as I think that going into our deepest selves can help not only each of us doing that, but it can help the world because as we change ourselves, we change the world.

Honeysuckle Berries

Honeysuckle berries glow
in the light showing
the potentiality they hold
withinwaiting to burst into
full flower, yet taking the
time to be complete in the
present moment. Then, when
the season for it comes: 
the ripeness of fulfillment.

Breathe deeply into your
seed place, that of 
imminent being. Make the
light your nourishment.


©2016 Kathryn L. Samuelson

May you find the nourishment and solace that you need deep within yourself. May you find the heart and courage to move forward and to be the light that you are.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Something for the Times

I am not going to post much politically based thoughts on this blog, but I feel called to speak out about living in hope and not from fear, anger and greed. 

My angels and guides gave me most of the text for my book, Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be. The first meditation that came through is this: 



I needed this reminder this morning. Slow down and breathe.

It's companion mediation in the book is this: 



I think we can, if we choose, see hope in the fact that the popular vote actually went a different direction than the Electoral College. We can then be the action in the world to bring compassion, kindness, and to stand up against racism, sexism, and xenophobia. We can stand with the Standing Rock Souix. 

So, as my angels and guides said, breathe, but act. I would add that action should come from compassion and kindness and not devolve into anger and violence. 

Monday, October 31, 2016

Big Magic

If we are connected on Facebook and/or LinkedIn, you know that I have posted from time to time about Elizabeth Gilbert's book, Big Magic. She writes about people having a genius (not being a genius) as well as the fact that ideas have a life and go searching for someone to write them, make them or do whatever the idea wishes. She recounts having an idea for a novel that she set aside for a few years. She met Ann Patchett at an event where they were on a panel together. Gilbert tried to work on the novel but it just wasn't happening. It turns out that Ann Patchett started to write that novel (a few details were different). Gilbert and Patchett figured out that the idea left Gilbert and went to Patchett at the time they met. 

Gilbert also tells the story of a poet she met who would physically run after poems when she was a child. The poet could feel them coming and would run home from working in the fields so that she could write them down. Sometimes she wasn't fast enough. 

So, what does this have to do with me? Occasionally I have a poem pop into my head and I have no clue where it came from. The poem insists on being written down. The one below even insisted that it be named what it wanted to be named, not what I was going to name it. 

This is it:



Mapped 

I am glad
that I was
the one along
with you on
the drive that
was mapped
by a hard
winter and
the things

that you said.

©2016 Kathryn Samuelson

This poem had nothing to do with my life at the time or even in the past. But, it was insistent that it be written down. 

I have had ideas for novels show up, keep me awake and not want to leave. I now politely ask them to move along, and I will suggest an author if I know that story fits that author's genre. Sometimes I just have to explain that I will not be writing the story, that it can rest a bit, but that it needs to find a different home.

What shape does big magic take for you? 


Sunday, October 30, 2016

Compassion for Others

I listened to Krista Tippet's show On Being this morning. Today's show was an interview with former Poet Laureate Natasha Trethewey and Eboo Patel, writer and founder of Interfaith Youth Core. It was a conversation around compassion, being active in the community, diversity, empathy for others, and the like. It certainly has me musing. The link to the show is here.

In working on the book, Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be, one of the meditation sayings that came through for the book was "Compassion for Others." This is the image from the book: 


I think that listening and compassion, having empathy are a path for the future to move us a way from fear and anger. It makes me think of the Truth and Reconciliation commission of South Africa (although I'm sure it didn't make that culture perfect), and the various types of wisdom and other circles where we make connections on deep levels. By changing how we listen and how we see on an individual level can change everything. 

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Consider the Chicory

One of the things I have been spending time on since my book, Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be, was published is writing poems inspired by the book. This includes a poem for each of the plants used as a background for the meditations. The plants are chicory, honeysuckle berries, loosestrife, rose, and water lily. I have decided to post the poems here. The first poem I am posting is about the chicory flower. This is one of the meditations using the chicory flower, which happens to be the photograph on the back cover of the book: 


This is the poem: 

Chicory

Consider the chicory
flower in all its open 
heartedness. How it raises
itself to the sun
and to the world. It 
heralds joy and beauty. 

Consider how its
openness is like a
starburst, yet it receives 
all that nature, the world 
gives it. 

Can we show the
bravery of the chicory,
accepting what comes
our way and using it?


©2016 Kathryn  L. Samuelson

Monday, October 24, 2016

My First Foray into Blogging

I didn’t think that I would create a blog of my own, although I was a guest blogger on the former blog, Explore Beyond the Usual, for a period of time. I was reluctant to have to create new material frequently. Then I began writing monthly for Off the Cuff e-zine and for Fountain International occasionally which does require with coming up with new ideas and writing on them.

At some point a number of years ago, Janice Donnelly, an excellent palm reader that I know, looked at me and asked about eh second book that she heard that I was writing. My book, Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be, had not been published as of yet. Others have asked about the next book, or as with Norman Moody, a psychic, have told me that they see me writing more books. So, I created a couple of book ideas.

I recently came to the conclusion that those ideas may or may not be what the next book is about. This blog may very well help me to figure out what the next book should be about. I have fair amount of writing done for one of the ideas—poetry based on Opening the Heart. I have meditation sayings that I wrote in connection to the other book idea. These may become the prompts for some of the musings on this blog.
                            

I hope you enjoy this blog.

And, for those of you haven't seen my book, this is the cover: