jueves, 15 de diciembre de 2011

Relief

I am choosing this path with calm confidence
knowing it must be walked, my head held high
I stand now willing to shed warm tears of acceptance
trusting that relief will come when you are gone

Love has shown me veils of luminescent light and enticing shadows
It has played a game with me, enticing my imagination
or maybe, just maybe, I did it all myself
the moment I chose to rewrite the play meant for you and I

I will miss you and the dream of our love and lost embraces
I am invited to allow the growing silence of your leaving
to embrace the empty rooms of my house
as it echoes in every fiber and recess of my heart

Relief is my prayer and my compass, I find myself becoming quiet,
open to welcome our parting, aware of every detail
hands wide open to receive discarded pieces of my heart
as they peel away and bleed, like a juicy orange

I surrender to the truth of what is calling forth my forgiveness,
so we must kiss good bye, I wish you the best darling Ulf
my longing is that we feel the wings of angels filling our sails
with winds of Peace and perfect unfolding

I ask Grace and Love to bless my every step.
May I quickly find myself standing on soft and firm ground
knowing I am Home in this Heaven on Earth as I joyfully breathe
deep within my soul a new dawn, a new day, a new light 





sábado, 8 de octubre de 2011


I feel you and me falling into 
a renewed willingness
to choose the flow of Life
 finding ways to Love
even as it hides
its beautiful face

I feel every step our hearts take
to find within the deepest recesses
of kindness and self worth

Renewing as we go
our wish to present a curvy softness
to Life´s cutting edges
and ugly masks
For that
my heart and soul love even more

I choose
to accompany
the Beauty of Love
as I walk down this path
next to you

Flowery sword



A paradox lies within me
Coiled under its cool shiny scales
Eyes still, split tongue quivering

Testing the atmosphere 
Ready to cut deep through the walls of my bones
Slicing the marrow of my core

Kind coldness thickly trickling inside
Setting fire to wounds
of old feelings

I felt the cut of a disguised sword
sweetly saying that my words are too flowery
accompanied by an -"its okay"-

What I hear are layers of grey implications
and criticism as I am pulled back
by the slingshot of my woundedness 

A child I become
separate from my beauty
by howling winds of shame

Shipwrecked in an ocean
of tears, I extend my hand
and bring my self back
as I swim, returning  
to the shore of my written 
words


Remembering the joy of restoring 
the spaciousness
the freedom to be 
exactly 
me

miércoles, 30 de marzo de 2011


A man named after a young wolf calls from another land
flashing a brilliant smile, white teeth ready to love and tear
moon lover calling upon Her, awakening the powerful spirit 
of his kind soul

A man, a son, a brother, a husband, a father, a business man,
a friend, a teacher, a lover, a cook, a musician, an artist, a magician
perhaps a partner

A man, today wearing a beard, greying at the chin,
offering him a respite from looking neat and purposeful
and other times feeling like a foreign coat

A man with lovely strong legs
once stroked by stolen caresses of admiring hands
which have taken him to peaks of sacred mountains and manicured golf courses
Now in a forest of old trees he finds the stable strength of his roots 

A man with soulful eyes, liquid Caribbean ocean of green hues,
following the curves and tides of his own emotions
twinkling with light, like young shoots shine
under the sun rays of early spring

A man, future of a boy who dreams of rockets in the stars
a hammer in his hand ready to pierce the secret of ancient stones
looking for ways to crack open the mysteries of Love
of his parents hearts

A man, speaker of exotic tongues, future of an adolescent
who travels between countries struggling to find his place in the world
 having at times only his fists and sheer will to survive

A man with a valiant desire to live 
who at times rode on the crest of self fulfillemnt
and others got lost in the race to find the promised pot of gold 
at the foot of his elusive rainbow of success

A man of a brillant mind, extraordinary archive
reflecting his passionate love of learning 
 now expanded by his surrender

A man with a beautiful broken heart
today free from bindings, a heart beating a music of its own
a heart that weeps with joy and sorrow 
a heart willing to let go, to let in

A man embracing himself with the courage of the Phoenix 
willing to lay in the ashes of his losses he waits
and speaks with his friend the great Bearded Man 
who sits on hill cheering his favorite son

 He is rising as the Phoenix did
ready to be born as his own creator 


This is the man I love




   

domingo, 6 de marzo de 2011

The Wings of Love



The Wings of Love 
have swept me away
lifting me off 
in a giant curve
of a magnificent embrace

My heart is resting
 safely on the back
of a great white owl
leaving me weightless
as we fly into the night
now able to see through
the shadows of doubt
and old fear of loving 
whole heartedly

I am catching my breath
held hostage by the thinness of 
air in my brain unable to think
trusting the call of Divinity
as my soul becomes feathers 
soaring and gliding
moved by tidal waves 
of warm feelings 

I am swirving between 
the trees of a thick forest
focused on the call of 
finding the path
towards pure love
calling me home
into the essence
of who I Am 

sábado, 29 de enero de 2011

Surrendering



SPRING
Resistance and Surrender to Change



The invitation to write an article about spring led me directly into a paradox.
My heart instantly shouted “yes, I´ll do it” and my mind cautiously responded “why did I say yes? What am I going to write about?"

As I pondered on this sense of being pulled in two directions, I listened to the questions that came to me: How does my life tie into this continuum of change?
What does my heart have to say and my mind struggles with?  What is the tension between my joyful willingness and my resistance to delve deeper?

Six months ago, winter was approaching and with it came a period of pause. I had been traveling and teaching for some months and the momentum of it had become very demanding. I often noticed myself thinking of the time I would be able to put my suitcase away, to sleep in my own bed and have time to be with my family.

This thought of rest and a chance to move inward, deep within the recesses of my being, came from a true longing.  However when the time came to do that, I was surprised by the resistance rising up in me, not wanting to let go of the pace of activity. I felt time had caught up with me, and I could not remember how to let go.

I found solace in my self-treatments, feeling comfort in the quietude of my mind by reciting the Reiki Principles and focusing my attention on whichever one had more energy in that moment. This helped me look at my resistance to change, and I noticed that I was worried about letting go of what had been useful, productive and joyful, and fearful of “loosing” my momentum and sense of self. I smile now, remembering my struggle with the force pulling me inward, asking for more and more silence and stillness. I often felt I was being sucked into a dark well. I felt afraid and anxious, not knowing if I would know how to find my way back.

In a recent workshop offered by Paul Mitchell, he encouraged us to look at the possibility of learning to be more and more comfortable in our discomfort, of opening spaces within ourselves that can hold the tension of two forces pulling in opposite directions. He suggested this is as an indication of our human experience.  My experience of winter was a natural, biological desire to come to a place of rest and hibernation and plunge into much needed time for silence, integration and recuperation. I recognized that my busy mind was striving to maintain the illusive control of outward activity, and going against the natural order of nature´s seasons. 

Many weeks later, while giving a Reiki treatment, I felt at peace. I had now found my place in the cool and quietness of my being, restored paths of inner communication and self awareness, enjoyed cold nights under the soft warmth of my blankets, but a new creeping resistance was coming over me. I smiled as I realized that I was revisiting the same paradox: I was resisting Life´s call to another change of season. The colours and the air were telling me to prepare myself for spring, to allow my budding energy to pierce the cool stillness of my resting rhythm.

As I began to write, I could feel the tenderness of new projects and desires not fully formed yet, they seemed still too fragile to see the light of day, and I felt protective of them. I also know this is my resistance speaking.  I feel tentative when I look at my yearly schedule and try to imagine what my focus and places of travel will be. The world feels large to me, filled with unknown possibilities and opportunities, with their corresponding opposites. 

So I wonder, what can Nature teach me about following natural order? How can I let go and be in tune with the unequivocal force of primordial rhythms. Just as my breath exists often without my awareness of it, seasons have innate cycles of expansion and contraction.

It is in my practice of Reiki that I find the pace of my true self, aligning with the gradual awareness of my inhalations and exhalations, finding relief in my sighs. Seasons are organic, just as I am organic in my human experience. There is time for internal dwelling and space for outward motion, and room enough for all the places found in between these two points. I know this to be true, because I experience it while giving and receiving treatments.  For a moment the energy feels still, deep, extremely quiet and in the next moment the person, or I, fill with expansive space and a deep, relaxed exhalation occurs.

So why do I spend so much energy resisting change, when all I have to do is let go and be with what Nature so beautifully offers me? I do not have an answer for this, just a sense that by surrendering to the natural longing of my body to follow the need to retreat when winter approaches, and trusting the surge of new ideas and impulses to plant the seeds of new projects and passion, is enough for all the rest to follow gladly.

I currently live in Cuernavaca rightfully called the City of Eternal Spring, in Mexico and I can see and feel how vibrant Spring energy is. The year starts with the flowering of a beautiful yellow tree, which radiates vitality and freshness. Many others follow this magnificent colorful blossoming and the life force present in their hues and textures instantly fill me with joy and gratitude. 

Taking the time to cultivate my capacity to be in the moment along with the willingness to surrender to this natural and organic unfolding, offers me spaces in my body and my soul in which to dance, choreographing change and transition, letting go and surrendering to Nature´s perfection.