Thursday, July 31, 2014

Longevity as a Worldview Podcast ...


Today I explored why we don't experience more longevity and how we can...what keeps a culture from this and what are the implications.  What does it take to shift and how we can do it now.
You can listen to a recording of today's Broadcast here on Spreaker.

Catch you Sunday for the Blog...

May Bliss be in your house today as it's in mine.

Love,
Stasia

Sunday, July 27, 2014

The Wedding Ceremony of Relating, not Relationship


How would things change if I changed certain nouns to verbs? Like "Relationship" - to "Relating" - - ?

I received this insight while listening to Osho this week...something was sparked within me. Something rang true about this needed shift.  Nouns describe the name of a person, place or thing.  "Relationship" is not a person nor a place...but a "thing"...though it can describe a thing with a person and the place in which you may find yourself with them....or have found yourself in the past.

What if instead of a thing...we changed the idea of relationship to a verb...an action - "Relating" - as Osho suggests? He says that relationship is something that is closed, finished, defined, stagnant.  But relating is fluid, the on-going mystery ever being revealed.  He suggests that when choosing to enter relationship we have a good chance of taking the other for granted, because of the nature of a noun.  While, on the other hand, the verb form - "relating" -- this allows for the unknown...the constant state of the honeymoon...the love affair to continue.  For in relating to another person, we never have the situation completely figured out.  It is fresh, all is possible.



It's funny because it seems like all of my adult life I have been searching for the "divine relationship," my partner with whom I could enter, what I deemed the "sacred relationship"- just knowing it would be the ultimate vehicle for expressing and living my continued evolution and mutual unfolding.  However, I ring clear with this assessment...that relationships can ruin things.  Not always. But calling something as such can limit its expression, and yet what of the idea of the wedding? The ceremony? The commitment? Are these things stagnant attempts to hold something that perhaps should not or cannot be confined? I wonder.

When I was 21, I got married.  It was the tradition and even expectation of my upbringing.  I believed it was what I wanted and entered into a divine or what I thought to be a divine union before I even had a chance to figure out who I was or what I really thought about life.  Needless to say, this marriage ended promptly.  With some shifts in my attitudes and beliefs I "tried again" several years later, but this time without the legalities.  I had learned of "common law" unions and this interpretation, without the binds of the government and so forth seemed to fit my opening mind.  So with two witnesses and none more, I stated to desires of my heart to enter into relationship again. This too ended.

After these attempts I decided to forego the whole marriage idea and simply live from my heart.  For 8 years I lived in "relationship" with another, I was committed, at least for the time being, to stay and be present for this union.  Time and again my partner asked me to wed.  I refused.  I did not think it was needed, nor did I think I believed in such a formality any longer.  After my previous attempts, who needed the attachments and the potential disintegration of yet another shot at "marriage?"



As time went on, that relationship ended, as did others which followed, shorter in duration, but no less involved.  When I finally had my first child, I wished to marry my partner then.  It was the first time I had felt the desire to enter such a contract after all the years which had passed.  Perhaps it was the knowledge that now a child was involved, my veins of commitment ran deeper and I longed to feel the bonds of what I believed might be "safety" within the walls of something such as marriage.  My requests were not met, and after some time we both found interest in leaving the relationship, finding ourselves better fitted to be on our own.

I began to look more deeply within for what I might be missing in terms of finding lasting love.  Of course the answer lies within...and I wanted to find how I might better live in this longed for 'divine relationship' inside - so I could see it reflected in my environment.

Today, I am in a new situation.  The scene has changed yet again.  Another child has entered the picture and this time, I see it all with fresh eyes and I believe -a deeper heart.  My first inclinations with this partnership was to marry him, absolutely.  I finally felt I had found my equal in more ways than I could describe.  I still feel that to be true.  But now I find that my reasoning for wanting a ceremony has changed dramatically and entirely.  Osho hits the nail on the head for me and sums up my experiences over a lifetime of ins and outs, commitments and resistance.

You see...I don't want to lose the magic.

I don't want to stop the honeymoon.  I want to keep Relating.



I want to live in the mystery of the unknown and yet still see my partner there - ever diving deeper into one another without labels and contracts.  I want to be free to love him and I want him to be free to love me.  The only reason I feel we are finally here in this place, hand in hand, side by side, together today is from what I call "the great allowing".  It has not been easy.  I feel I have been stretched past my usual comforts and previous abilities in order to make it to this place where we could see one another again - heart to heart - in the vulnerable, yet strong equality of relating.

I love this idea of relating - as a verb - verses relationship - as a noun...even though relationship is what I always believed I wanted.

And so now...the opportunity arises for the proclamation of our love... the chance to share what we finally feel we both know together at the same time...not one of us exploring the idea and the other waiting.  So, without the "traditional" form of marriage..without the normal expression of this coming together - is it necessary to have a ceremony to celebrate this union?  And beyond necessary...will it benefit us, the whole, the One to celebrate it?  That is the question.

Normally, a wedding ceremony seems to seal the deal for the family and community.  In this way, everyone knows that these two beings have now entered into a new space together....a "relationship"...but does it change their relating?  And if you want to keep the relating, and not spoil it by calling it a "relationship", can you still find a way to celebrate....to bring everyone onto that same amazing page with you, even for a moment, to bask and glow in the light of one another and all the "others"...(who are still part of the One)... can you still have the wedding ceremony of Relating, and not relationship?  Can it be pulled off without a misinterpretation? Without a downplaying of all the other "relationships" (which are working or not) present?  Can it be done with love and honoring of the true boundless expression existing - cap-less and label-less between the two of you...or will the ceremony reduce things to "relationship" by its very nature?....



I believe it is up to the two.  I believe it can be done.

I see a space where the celebration of two hearts knowing Oneness can speak of it beautifully, boldly, declaring love, honor, intention and kindness...but also state the desire to not bind, the desire to not limit nor stagnate, and perhaps this is the new and TRUE union of hearts.  One that will not lead to ultimate demise because of the closed factor.  This time of relating is not over....we are not through peering into the mystery of one another - and thereby stamping it with the label of "relationship" - one in which we are satisfied at the existing package - no.  Instead, let us be ever vigilant of the love here, let us be open to the growth, the evolution, the unfolding...together - as long as we continue to feel a mutual reflection of deep and abiding satisfaction and propulsion to do and be more within and as a unit.

The wedding ceremony of relating, not relationship begins with the choice to celebrate - boldly - that which is unlike the norm, and more like the two beings feeling the relating....and wishing to share that relating with others.

I suppose it can be done without the ceremony, sure.  Why do I have the question in the first place? Something within me wishes to be pushed to the next level...and maybe this is it.  In the eyes of the many, I cannot so easily squirm out of this challenge, nor can he.  In the eyes of the many we are all brought together in a common union of mutual support and love.  In the unification process, in the dance, in the intention set, with "fancy attire" and "carefully placed flowers" comes the opening of the portal -where the energy enters in - bathing all who come together with ONE MIND and purpose.

This is what I desire.  This bathing...

As we "paradigm shift" through this and future times, I believe it becomes more and more important to stretch the existing models, many of which have become stagnant, by choosing to do things differently - and stand in the light of that change.  To BE the Change - by standing for what we ARE...unlike what we have seen before, leading the way for the whole world to morph and shift into a more purely authentic expression of who really exists today - - -instead of skeletons of the past repeating traditions and holidays which hold very little meaning for us.

As I have contemplated this possibility I have even thought...well, if ceremony is important to me, to express the ME that lives and breathes and wishes to share...and if I am alone in this wanting...perhaps I ought to have a ceremony just for me....perhaps I need to invite others and state the words of my heart aloud to those I hold dear while wearing a beautiful gown and dropping flower petals all around.  What stops me, alone, from celebrating the love and blossoming in my heart? What stops me from sharing the beauty of what I know to be RELATING and not necessarily RELATIONSHIP?  Nothing, save tradition.

Let us break the traditions which do not serve the current expansion of consciousness and plant new seeds of awareness in the Divine Matrix of Reality - today and every day.  Let us be the pioneers of a new tomorrow.  One that we wish to send our children into.

With Bliss in the House,
Stasia

If you missed Thursday's Broadcast - you can find that Podcast recording on "Stepping into the YES" Here.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Deleting Preferences for the Divine Love of Whatever Freaking Texture IS Right Now....


Is it important that I get what I prefer and do not get what I do not prefer?  Is this the marker by which to measure the success of life?

Yoga means union...balance...equanimity of mind... meaning - no matter what "happens" maintaining the peaceful space of union with All that is.  The perfect peace of Oneness resides no matter the external appearances.  In fact, the most graceful life lived is one that can ride the bumpy waves of life without overly complaining, without victimizing the self or others and with full presence in the gift of the now.  No matter what.

You better believe that life is gonna throw us curve balls.  Absolutely.  No doubt.

Never say never, they say - and I agree.  You never ever know what will be your portion next to chew...and can you, can I chew it gracefully?  That doesn't mean with a constant smile on my face...but rather with grace.  Grace means elegance or refinement of movement...I like that - "refinement of movement"... as though it was meant to be, over years of work and practice...the outcome is beautiful to behold.

Have you ever seen someone get so angry and yet handle it with absolute beauty and honor?  Have you ever seen someone lose their temper like a poem?  Life isn't about not having anger, always keeping your cool...but I do believe it is about balance...grace...the poetry of motion.  If we were to act out sadness as a dance, or anger, or fear, or anything...so that we kept awareness of the dancer...while dancing-  how would that look?

Sometimes things happen that would throw an "ordinary person" off balance...cause us do respond in ways we maybe normally never would...Maybe we are normally not blaming, yet sometimes we suddenly get pulled into blame...maybe we are not jealous, but jealousy raises its head ... perhaps we are usually one to take responsibility for all that occurs in our lives as the "master co-creator" with life, and once in a while we take to pointing a finger at what "someone did to us"...whatever it is...no one is necessarily in 100% poetry all the time...and yet we can be.




A good poem takes one through a range of emotions before laying one gently down on the petals of freedom to contemplate...

If we have "behaved" in a way that feels not to be in accordance with the poem we would like to be expressing...we can always add another line and "clean it up" so to speak.  Own it.  Own the poem as ours...and nobody else's.... no one can write our stories for us...we write our own.  How we behave, what compassion we show, what stories we tell become the painting we paint ourselves with, and ultimately the whole world we live in.  Even if we think we are speaking of another...we are always telling the stories of ourselves.  Always.

There is no "other" - really.  These "others" in various seemingly separate forms ... when they "trigger" us...are our own inner demons rearing their heads...wondering if we can keep the poem up...if we can stay in grace...keep dancing... if we can practice yoga now?!


Sometimes it is hard to know the "right" way to respond to a situation...and sometimes a temper tantrum is exactly what is called for...exactly.  We may not know til in the middle of it - with our foot in our mouth and our "ugly parts showing"...whether this was the most poetic moment, or not.  When we take the judgment out of the equation, only then can we see that the "right" way doesn't always turn up roses.  It is just the way it is.

What this is all coming down to for me is acceptance of the textures of life - all of them - as being the most beautiful moments of life.  What if everything WAS "perfectly peachy" all the time?  Is that what we really desire?  I know we "strive" for it...our movies and story books teach us this is desirable...but isn't this thinking sort of shallow in the tapestry of existence?

I want to paint a different sort of picture using this idea of equanimity.



It always makes me think of Buddhist monk stories to tell it this way, but really - what if we started to live like this...

The friend seemingly "betrays" me and leaves me in a situation where I feel I am pulling all the weight even though it seems it should have been ours to share...but gracefully I see it as life's gift, and take it in stride, stepping into my new "blessing" as exactly what I needed and asked for cosmically to help me be bigger and stronger.
An acquaintance whom I trusted and offered the use of my belongings "seems" to take advantage, leaving me with nothing...instead of "punishing" them, and thinking them "bad" - I see it as life's way of showing me the next part of my mission.  To be in the nothing and to know it was their turn to be in the blessing...for there is no "right" and "wrong" in the Oneness of life...
A child is unruley, and hard to deal with, punishment and discipline seem in order...for because of this child, others will not spend time with the family and the parents develop unrest between them, leaving them without their companionship...the child seems to blame.  Perhaps though, in the yogic mind, this child was meant to bring these parents into a different expression of life.  If the behavior was not seen as "good" or "bad" but just as a texture which shaped the now...it's effects would be seen as only the next thing...neither "right" nor "wrong" by any previous standard.

I could go on and on, but you get the idea....we strive for Unity consciousness...we say we are living it....and yet we still judge...we/I still tend to have an "ideal" for which we strive that is "better"...and what if that isn't the key?

What if the key is just to lovingly be with whatever IS - fully - with full acceptance as life's blessing?

What if we could delete our preferences for the Divine love of whatever freaking textures IS right now?!



What if doing this changed everything?

What if the mysteries could then be revealed because we were not stuck in "what should be" and what we would rather...what seemed "right" or what was "ethically correct"?

I challenge myself this day to see nothing as "proper" - but rather learn to live with equanimity of heart and mind.  Not to care less....No.  Instead, to care MORE - to care deeply for every incident as the Total Blessing.... what would happen if I could? If you could? If we all could? What would happen if the mishaps were praised AND the blessings were praised?  What would happen if we just loved for loves sake?  All of life?  Would it get "worse" for stopping the judgment?

 I think not.

Love knows no boundaries.  Love gives freely of itself without reward.
Love seeketh not his/her own.
Love sees.

How can we more fully Live this Love today?

May Bliss in the form of this Endless Yogic Love be in your house as it is in mine right now, this very moment as I speak it.

Loving You Exactly As you ARE

Stasia Bliss


Thursday, July 17, 2014

Today's Podcast To Green Our Being...



If you missed today's Podcast broadcast "To Green Our Being" - you can listen to it here.

I reference two amazing books I am reading:

Sleeping Naked is Green by Vanessa Farquharson

and

Learning Native Wisdom by  Gary Holthaus

This moment is the place of power - whereby we can affect all of life AND the Earth herself.  Come into the moment and choose consciously.

~Stasia


Sunday, July 13, 2014

The Brilliant Art of the Nothing...



In the middle of a great moment of discovery, energy-exuding determination and the uncovering bliss of life revealing itself, sometimes it is difficult to submit to the act of surrender and rest, when rest is called to come upon us.

I am observing this with my children, especially with my youngest who turns 8 months tomorrow -
(already!). Though it is obvious that his eyes have become droopy, and he no longer wishes to crawl, but to be carried everywhere as the hours have passed and nap-time is neigh...he still wishes to continue the quest for discovery and has difficulty submitting to nap-time, even when a nap is exactly what is called for to bring this sweet boy back to a level playing field with the world...one where he can interact with balance and peace.  How much the same are we?!



In this world of constant change and ever unfolding information, questioning, opportunity and discovery, it seems we hardly make time to rest...to REALLY rest.  It is as though we have been convinced that we are lazy if we take more time than a "regular" night of sleep to stop all the action and sink into the nothingness of all that is.  What a fallacy and an unfortunate musing we have embraced as the measurement of our worth...that we must "produce" and "act" continuously in order to be of worth...in order to be a valuable member of society.

We, as a culture and a world, do not value the importance of rest, surrender, stillness, stopping, contemplation and meditation as the bigger part of life - instead, these activities, or rather "lack of activity" are reserved for few moments during the day or when the body can simply take us no further and we have no choice but to slow down and rest.  The whole concept of the 2 week vacation once a year pretty much sums it up - work is thousands of times "more important" than relaxation...?! At least that is the model we are given.  Sometimes it even takes illness before someone will slow down and take a much needed extra few hours (or weeks) of sleep or simply time to "do nothing" but integrate a world that is ever forcing us to morph, adapt and change.



In yoga, the most important and powerful pose is called Shivasana - corpse pose.  It is the pose where you appear to be doing nothing, but acting "dead"...lying perfectly still, for several minutes - or longer if you can handle it.  It is amazing, in all my years as a yoga instructor, observing people in this pose, to note how difficult it is for people to lay motionless and supposedly "do nothing."

It has become a well known fact that the largest portion of our consciousness - encompassing the subconscious and unconscious minds - lays largely in the quiet, "inaccessible"(to most people) areas of the brain/mind.  Our conscious, "working" mind - if you will - is using but a small 5-10% of our brain capacity and even in science we have discovered that only 5-10% of the universe is "known"...the rest being largely dark matter...indescribable and largely incomprehensible.


What a metaphor.  That which is unknown makes up the largest parts of life...and yet we continue to perpetuate the focus on the "known" - the "aware"...the "action"...paying little attention and even resisting those times and places where we could potentially access the deepest and most profound insights and layers of our being...those we find in stillness, in meditation, in surrender.


As my child cries himself to sleep...but then wakes again refreshed and renewed, I am reminded that even those things we resist and are uncomfortable, even the times we think we should "press on" but there is just no pressing left in us...if we but surrender to the nap, the shivasana, the meditation, the daydreams....even BEFORE we are so worn out and past motivation to try another thing...

If we take time EVERY DAY...maybe even several times a day - -(my baby naps 3 times a day) - - could this silent time, this STILL time, be even more important to our nourishment than the food we regularly consume at least the prescribed three times?   I believe so.



The more I delve into the realm of Yoga Nidra and the regeneration, insights and inspiration to be had while seemingly "doing nothing" the more I am beginning to realize there is more to the stillness than I have even known since my journey guided me toward meditation and yoga as a regular practice.

Yes, still, the STILL places are begging us to meet ourselves there.  In the quiet, in the nap, in the day dream and in the seeming "nothingness" we have an opportunity to not only revive those active parts of ourselves that we wish to re-engage into the world at large  - as motion, "accomplishment" and ventures of a worthy (or unworthy-ish) cause...but we have the potential to reap far greater rewards than we have yet attempted to find....greater treasures, I dare say, than we have imagined lay in waiting for us.

As I remember the Swamis from my time at yoga school and especially Swami Satyananda Saraswati who no longer did much else besides meditate and practice breathing...I wondered, I wonder - what such dedication to the inner realm might offer this world of form.?

I know that the longer my child naps, the greater his accomplishments in the waking...really.  It is like a major integration takes place there in those hours of restful sleep.  For us, sleep may not be enough.

Over the years, we as adults, have learned to "sleep" but not fully rest.  It is in restful, rejuvenating sleep that we are most blessed...and even more so when we meditate or practice the conscious practice of Yoga Nidra - - sleep while aware.  I do know, that as I have practiced more regularly, the Yoga Nidra - day after day - that my world is starting to open up in previously unknown ways.

We think our actions reap us the greatest benefits...but what if we have it backwards?



I'm not saying we should spend all of our time doing "nothing" and meditate all day rather than work or engage life...but a balance could be struck that is far from being reached now...at least for me and those I know.  What if we each added 20 minutes 3 times per day to simply concentrate on the inner realm? To sit in stillness and allow life to teach us?  I am quite sure that the unspoken realms have more wisdom than the entire World Wide Web...for the information comes from beyond human understanding.

As I watch what children do...what my children do...the natural way in which "growing" takes place and the way surrender plays into the development of each of us, I am more and more sure that there is less I can learn by "trying" and more I can learn by observing life - feeling it - tasting it in my mind...the way an infant takes in the surroundings before all can be engaged.

What a miracle life is.

A flower reaches for the sun...or does the sun reach down and open the flower?



A reciprocal relationship no doubt.

Does the river run toward the ocean, or does the ocean call her home?

In surrender will I open anyway? Will I reach home within?  Or must I strive to find the path, strive to construct the way?  ...

I have a sneaking suspicion we are being led by a greater power than we can ourselves create...

I'm gonna dis-engage more into the Brilliant Art of the Nothing...

May you find Bliss in your House as I find it in mine...today and every day...inside and out!

Namaste,
Stasia Bliss
<3

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Healing the One Body Podcast...



In case you missed today's broadcast - you can goto Spreaker now and listen to the recording.
Today we discussed how we heal the all by looking at the self, as well as trust...what it means, can we trust others? and how much.  We also looked at sexuality and the powerful avenue it is for creation...so much here got intertwined and woven together.  Hope you'll join in and leave some comments as to your feelings.  Thank you. And may you find Bliss in your House today!

The link once again to: Healing the One Body on Spreaker.

Blissings
Stasia

Sunday, July 6, 2014

The Poetry of Life's "Insignificant" Moments....



I cannot stop painting this wall
Feeding on the colors
Trying desperately to describe it all as it unfolds to me...

What is the shape of beauty?
The contours of Consciousness?
The texture of God?

What stroke feels like Oneness?
Like Discovery?
Like Remembrance?

Exploding like flowers in time-lapse I put myself into it...
My eyes, my lips, my soul...

And it is me
And you
And All Creation...

And the Wall paints itself.


~ I wrote this poem back in India in 2003.  It flowed out of me in the deserts of Rajasthan while doing my best to assimilate all the transformation and magic taking place in my world.  It was all changing so fast - my outlook, my vision, all of existence it seemed.

My writing sped up then...as I felt the inspiration coming so quickly, it felt like a wall I was madly trying to paint, but couldn't keep up with...All this inspiration, insight, wisdom...and yet finally I let it wash over me...it was not all mine to do - - the Wall paints itself.

Likewise, I am discovering, Life unfolds itself miraculously with or without our "help" or prodding, though sometimes we are prodded to say something, go somewhere, express a certain sentiment in artistic expression or to share with others in one way or another.  Sometimes we are inspired to do - what feels like "more"...even though, the "more" I recognize the wholeness and the vastness of it all, the "more" difficult it is for me to believe there is really more...or less....just the ever unfolding awareness that we each experience of the Allness.

Sometimes - life feels miraculous.  And when it doesn't, often we miss it and strive to "get it back" feeling bored or "disconnected" somehow with what we considered a "greater time" or a "more magical existence."  But life is always expressing poetically...in every seemingly "mundane" moment. It is up to us whether we can interpret it as such...or whether we think we need the measurably "epic" to occur repeatedly in order to feel "highly connected."



...walk this way with me...

Pulling the soft white folded tissue from the perfectly painted cubical I heard that magical sound that happens ever so perfectly every time...the tissue has left the box in tact!  What a perfect sound.  How do they get it to make that sound every time? And with such precision?

The feel of my hand around a mug of hot tea or coffee (take your pick)...the warmth of the glass, the aroma...the steam that touches my face on the first few sips and the way it feels in my mouth, my throat...the liquid against my tongue.

I see myself again there, in the mirror, like I do every day when I walk by this place...but today, this moment, I pause.  I pause to see myself anew...as if this was the first time seeing me there, like this.  Notice her eyes, the shape of her nose, the way her lips come together just so...the colors she's wearing...yes it is just a flat, reflected image - I think - nothing, most certainly like the REAL thing standing here...oh yes, that's ME!... the embodiment of me anyway...the form taken in this here now.  Running a finger down my arm, touching fingertips together and then to my heart I recognize the ever beating sensation of something rhythmic in there.



The sounds.
      The smells.
            The textures.
                  The tastes....The way it looks outside...

Beyond all of this...beyond the senses with which I am aware .... there is another magical space I perhaps touch less often...one that is behind the scenes, always revealing the mystery to me, whether I notice it or not.  I imagine my 7 month old lives largely in this space...

Closing my eyes just now I see the darkened place behind my eyelids...the place Indians call "Brumadhya"... and as I exhale....inhale....exhale...inhale... I allow my awareness to tune into the "nothingness"...the place from which all amazement springs.  And I notice, that from the nothing comes the everything...

Taking me back once again to the idea that any time could ever be "not the time"...the "down time"...it's laughable really.  How can this moment, the one we are in now, EVER NOT be IT?

I know, it feels really good to feel great, to feel like you are on it, like life is "happening"...but it is always so.  What if it were all reverse of what we think it is?  What if the highs were the lows and the lows the highs?  What if the 'down times' were the ones we really wanted and not the reverse?  What if in THEM were the secrets to existence?...and the "high" moments were just the after-math of the beauty...seeming to play out, like exhaust from a vehicle....?

I look at the struggles of my children.. the effort it takes to succeed in the 'crawl' or the 'word' or the 'writing'....and it is all one moment - - the culmination of many smaller, struggling moments...for that moment when the 'first get it' ,,,,will never again repeat for that one thing.  There will never again be the first tooth....which seemed to happen in an instant, even though the days and nights of crying and discomfort brought it to be.  The first time one 'rolls over' will never happen again...not the first time.  And yet, it took so much effort, and "failure" and "not rolling over" to get it to be.  For the miracle to occur. That first time we learn to spell a word - the seeming epiphany! Even though we have been laying the ground work for this realization for so long... What if we could look at all our moments like this. As a child evolving?

What if in all the moments we think we are "failing", "not succeeding", "not producing", "not getting anything done", "going backwards", "feeling disconnected"....what if in all of these moments...this is really IT?.... these are the times we ARE doing it?!

I watched a video I made once earlier in the year when I was deeply depressed...it seemed like a particularly 'low' time in my existence.  I am even surprised I recorded it.  I remember "making" myself do it...like I knew it would be good somehow.  As I watched, I didn't see the depression...I heard it in my explanation, but I saw something very different.  I heard wisdom, and I saw strength...I heard insights that were powerful...maybe more so than I experience in the "highs" of other more "normal" days.... I admired her - me then.  I was grateful.  I wanted to be her.

In case you are curious - here is that video:

video


 In the stained aftermath of a glass that once held a delicious smoothie...streaks of remnants lay remaining on the sides, waiting for water to remove them and "make it clean" once again.  In it I see art...art calling back at me.

...The crinkled napkin crumpled in such a way, poised still from it's opportunity to wipe up the mess you made...the empty mug with wilted tea bag stuck to the side and the pit pulled clean from the plum that once encased it...ready for disposal at any moment one sees fit to "clean up the mess"...

...chairs pulled from the table at random and non-linear, non-patterned positions, sitting this way and that after holding the bottom of breakfast eaters who chose not to return them to their "tucked in" positions...

The rumbling sound of a loud car engine outside my window...muffling the sound of the waterfall I so often prefer...but in this now - - listening to how it could compliment the trickling with it's base notes, pumping ever so deeply in the foreground of my morning...

The child sleeps...and in his absence I see not his smiles of laughter and curiosity...but these things...and in every moment I choose to touch the divine.

I know it is said that if we do not give praise for what we have, how are we expected to be given more?  yes.  I understand.  For if we cannot know the splendor of the abundance in which we now sit...though the form might be disguised as a peasant in it's offering, it is Royalty wondering if we can see it there.  For only those who have eyes to see will be shown the picture further.  Only the visionary will know the temple before it is built...and see the plenty in the barren field.

So too...I challenge to see the amaze in the mundane....

And with this I close my blog today - - inviting you to see with me - - the Poetry in life's "Insignificant" moments....

Water falls off my tired limbs after the restless morning of sweaty walks and chasing the infant around  kitchen floors dotted with drool and plastic lids.  Ah...a moment to myself to wash the night with its frequent waking to let out a droopy nipple yet again, to the babe cutting a second tooth, whining in the darkness.  The soap runs over me in lines which smell of grapefruit and green apples as I let the suds cover my eyes and take me momentarily into secret places where the desert world outside my door does not travel.  Gazing down at toenails cracked with turquoise left from brothers wedding, weeks and weeks ago I plant the seed of their renewal in the back of my mind while I feel the soft mat lined with floor-sticking ability catch my exit from the misty stall...fresh and clean and tall I stand with eyes peering toward the foggy reflection set before me in the room meant just for this.  The shower is a cosmic kiss...blessing me with such as this.

 Mmmmm good morning.!!

May you find Bliss in your House today - as I find it in mine!  All day...and all the time. xoxo

~Love
Stasia Bliss

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Happy Interdependence LIFE....



My latest Podcast speaking out the Interdependence of Life...verses the Independence celebrated traditionally on the 4th of July in the USA.  How they compare and how we can live more Interdependent with each other.

Podcast here on Spreaker