Heart to Earth.

Happy Sunday Beloveds.  

I hope this finds you with sweetness in your heart.  I hope that you are taking deep, long breaths today -- if only amidst the wilderness of your life.   I hope that you are seeing at least glimpses of who you are -- and that all that you have to do, your responsibilities, your identity, and yes, even your name.... are not you at the end of the end... for you are so much more than that... lest you have forgotten, I am here to remind you.

You are the breath.  

You are the breather.  

You are the one being breathed.


That Lives in Us

If you put your hands on this oar with me,
they will never harm another, and they will come to find
they hold everything you want.

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If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer
lift anything to your mouth that might wound your precious land-
that sacred earth that is your body.

If you put your soul against this oar with me,
the power that made the universe will enter your sinew
from a source not outside your limbs, but from a holy realm
that lives in us.

Exuberant is existence, time a husk.
When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
love goes mad with the blessings.

Why lay yourself on the torturer’s rack of the past and future?
The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities
will find no rest.

Be kind to yourself, dear one - to your innocent follies.
Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.
You will come to see that all evolves us.

If you put your heart against the earth with me, in serving
every creature, our Beloved will enter you from our sacred realm
and we will be, we will be....  so very happy.

~ Rumi

Perhaps this sums it up.  Why I teach.  Why I practice.  Why I have found that shifting my consciousness from the mundane to the spiritual in the most ordinary tasks of life changes everything, and that ultimately what is "real" has as much to do with the way I see things than the things themselves.  Perhaps this is why I embark upon "pilgrimages" -- literal, virtual, in my living room, kitchen, or the forests of a foreign land.  It's because I have learned of their power, and I can't help but feel the impact ripple out into all of the crevices of my world.   

Enjoy your Sunday... and when in doubt, return, again, and again, to your sweet, sacred breath.  For it is there, you will find yourself, again and again.  

Love, B

Britt B Steele

Britt B Steele, USA