Living a Life-y Life

Choice.  Change.  Courage.

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Here’s my question for the week:

Live a life of order, dependability, safety and culturally pre-defined pathways to success?

OR

Live the one, true, wild, strange, beautiful, magical, ever challenging, continuously learning, co-creative and constantly emergent dance of the life spirit intends for you?  A life lived in accord with the magic, chaos and order of life itself?

Uh… I don’t know…

I choose door number two.

YOU?

Who’s life are you living? 

Are you living the status quo or the rich and wild intelligence of life as it flows uniquely through you?

Are you willing to confess the ways in which you are out of integrity with your values or your soul’s wisdom or your truest dreams?

Are you willing to RISK the life you prayed for?

What will happen if you don’t?


I live with these questions as constant companions.  I care to live my life in integrity with my soul and with life itself.

There are infinite voices – subtle, ubiquitous, highly programed messages – that tug constantly at the subconscious trying to get us live the status quo, to sell us on some one else’s version of a fulfilling life, to convince us that meaning and value are to be found somewhere other than our homes, our hearts, our hearths – in screens and text windows and the measure of bank accounts.  We are surrounded by a deadening technological pulse of mass culture perpetuating  the desire engines of capitalism, splitting us from our simple, earthly, sensate connections with the very life-y life of life.  But, these voices don’t speak for soul… they don’t represent the deeper intelligence of life.  Business as usual generally doesn’t cause happiness, nor does it empower the soul, nor is it at all sustainable, let alone regenerative or full-bodied joyful.

I, for one, am incapable of feeling at all comfortable in in my skin in a “business as usual” life.

So, I choose to follow soul, spirit and the inseparability of my dance with the larger pulse and intelligence of life.  I do my best to listen and respond – to create my days as an offering and a prayer for joy, for truth and for the wholeness and continuity of the One Great Life.

This almost always causes change.

It always takes courage – more than I think I have.

Anything other than this leaves me feeling deadened and flat.

And you? 

Are you living “business as usual?”  Or, are you choosing?  Allowing the change?  Breathing in courage?

It’s chooser’s choice all the time.   No time like the present.

Make the prayer.

Live a life-y life.

This is my way of being home in the journey, and of coming home by being true to my self.

It’s not about easy.

It’s about honest.

It promises a life you can walk in – in your own skin – in the body you’ve been given and the unique gifts of your soul – in service and in harmony with life.

Love,

Samantha

How to make magic a way of life

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What Do You Feed?

For years, I used to hear a little, quiet voice in my head saying,

Your life IS MAGIC.  It’s as magic as you think it is.  It’s as magic as you will let it be.

This little voice was telling me that it is up to me to allow and cultivate my true dreaming, my honest power and my real desires to be expressed and fulfilled as my life.  It was telling me that my beliefs yield real results.  It was telling me that I am, in fact, immeasurably powerful, and that if I focus my energy, attention and intention on co-creating through love, in alignment with the harmonics of the universe, unbelievably magic things will happen.  It was asking me to live the measure of my own faith and the full spectrum of feeling and wonder.

Finally… after falling down and getting up, after living and loving and loosing and realizing that my only true happiness resides in trusting soul and spirit’s path for me, after hedging my bets with God and discovering that God always wins… I surrendered.  I followed.  I CHOSE TO FEED THE MAGIC.  I CHOSE TO ATTEND TO SYNCHRONICITY, TO TAKE MY DREAMS SERIOUSLY (AND LIGHTLY!).  I DECIDED BOTH TO TAKE ROOT AND TO FLY.  In the a face of great loss and change… again and again… I chose love.

Everyday, I re-make this choice to receive my life.  Everyday, I ask to follow and receive God’s path FOR me.  I make the prayer.  Everyday, I practice meeting the pleasure and the pain, the shadow and the light, the grit and the grace, with curiosity and presence.  Everyday.

HERE’s THE DEAL:  we either embrace the whole ball of wax as the tapestry and opportunity of our lives, or we shut the magic out.  (Which also amounts to depression, despair, numbness, stress, anxiety and alienation.)

So, feed the willingness to meet what is and to co-create with the impeccable trajectory of your soul.

Let the beauty you love be what you do.

This is how Magic becomes a way of life.

Love,

~s.s.

In honor of magic, here’s one of my all time favorite pieces of wordspell from Leonard Cohen – for you, for me, for we:

GOD IALIVE

MAGIC IAFOOT

God is alive, magic is afoot 
God is alive, magic is afoot 
God is alive, magic is afoot 
God is afoot, magic is alive 
Alive is afoot, magic never died 
God never sickened 
Many poor men lied 
Many sick men lied 
Magic never weakened 
Magic never hid 
Magic always ruled 
God is afoot, God never died 
God was ruler 
Though his funeral lengthened 
Though his mourners thickened 
Magic never fled 
Though his shrouds were hoisted 
The naked God did live 
Though his words were twisted 
The naked magic thrived 
Though his death was published 
Round and round the world 
The heart did not believe 

Many hurt men wondered 
Many struck men bled 
Magic never faltered 
Magic always lead 
Many stones were rolled 
But God would not lie down 
Many wild men lied 
Many fat men listened 
Though they offered stones 
Magic still was fed 
Though they locked their coffers 
God was always served 
Magic is afoot, God is alive 
Alive is afoot 

Alive is in command 
Many weak men hungered 
Many strong men thrived 
Though they boast of solitude 
God was at their side 
Nor the dreamer in his cell 
Nor the captain on the hill 
Magic is alive 
Though his death was pardoned 
Round and round the world 
The heart would not believe 

Though laws were carved in marble 
They could not shelter men 
Though altars built in parliaments 
They could not order men 
Police arrested magic and magic went with them 
Mmmmm…. for magic loves the hungry 
But magic would not tarry 
It moves from arm to arm 
It would not stay with them 
Magic is afoot 
It cannot come to harm 
It rests in an empty palm 
It spawns in an empty mind 
But magic is no instrument 
Magic is the end 
Many men drove magic 
But magic stayed behind 
Many strong men lied 
They only passed through magic 
And out the other side 
Many weak men lied 
They came to God in secret 
And though they left Him nourished 
They would not tell who healed 
Though mountains danced before them 
They said that God was dead 
Though his shrouds were hoisted 
The naked God did live 
This I mean to whisper to my mind 
This I mean to laugh within my mind 
This I mean my mind to serve 
Til’ service is but magic 
Moving through the world 
And mind itself is magic 
Coursing through the flesh 
And flesh itself is magic 
Dancing on a clock 
And time itself 
The magic length of God 

© 1966- Leonard Cohen.