Love is warm, soft and sweetly divine.
Love is vast, blissful and overwhelming at times.
Love is comforting, powerful and without condition.
It is something we search for as part of life’s mission.
Love is supposed to be thoughtful, Love is supposed to be kind, but how can it be those things when sometimes it’s blind?
Is Love our own? Or is it only shared?
How can we have it without another who cares?
Is self Love the same as what we desire from others?
Or do we require the heart of another?
How can Love be free from pain?
Without judgement or sadness, can it be without bane?
Love is vulnerable, it’s soft to the core, how can we enjoy it when it’s attached to much more?
Does Love mean sacrifice? Must we be vulnerable to obtain? These things are not easy and can cause some to abstain.
Is it the human condition that holds us back? From the feeling of Pure Love, our senses may lack.
Freedom in Love is such a beautiful thing, the thought alone makes my little heart sing.
Maybe that’s part of our work in this form,
To unify our souls and let Cosmic Love be reborn.
By: Lisa Michelle ♥️
Over the last few years, I have really gained a confidence in what I know when it comes to yoga. When I first finished my teacher training and met people and teachers with so much experience, I wondered how I could ever feel confident to teach anyone yoga. After years of daily practice, learning from my teachers and even more so from my own trifecta of body, mind and soul, I started to get it. Now I am a yoga teacher and and teach what I know, no more and no less. It feels like this is the way it is meant to be.
Being confident in myself has been a long road in many respects and I have found my greatest teacher of all to be experience. When you speak to people who are getting on in years, they really have something to be respected for without knowing anything else about them. Life experience teaches rhythms, echoes important messages and above all else it removes novelty. It’s sort of funny that when we are young, we seem to think we know everything and much better than our parents because they don’t seem to react the way we do at that age. The truth be known, it is likely because they have been there and done that and know:)
I want to share a story with you that illustrates this novelty because the experience I had was new. The difference is how I managed the situation and how it demonstrates my life experiences and personal wisdom.
Recently I was thinking about going back to work part-time in the dental field which is how I have been trained professionally and worked in for all the years before I had my children. I applied to a place close to home. They were awesome, I did a working interview and we both felt like I was a great fit. But daycare and the odd hours threw up obstacles. I left the place I really felt comfortable leaving my soon to be 3 year old son crying because it wasn’t going to work for us. This was the novelty part- my emotions ruled my demeanour.
The self doubt I began to experience about every aspect of this course of events was overwhelming. I mean, I’m supposed to be able to work with my emotions and calm myself from my daily training and meditation but let’s face it, sometimes life throws a real curve ball and you get tossed down on your ass with your arms and legs flailing around like an upside down ladybug. I was literally losing sleep over my decisions. I didn’t want to lose such an amazing opportunity but once I started to reconnect and regain my ability to decode the messages my heart was delivering to my brain, I knew what was right. I had to let go of the opportunity. The timing wasn’t quite right and I didn’t really know what to expect, going back into the workforce after spending a few years at home.
The dentist and office manager were totally understanding and said that when I am ready, to give them a call and see where they are at. Sweet!! But seriously- it was interesting to observe my behaviour as the situation unfolded. Tension, stress and self doubt filled into my thoughts and feelings. But when you think about it, its okay to experience these feelings and observe how I feel. It is about the realization that this is what is taking place and that ultimately I must fully allow myself to lean into the trust I have on my intuition. It speaks softly, steadily and has never led me down the wrong path. I listen and I let things sink in. Maybe it is age, maybe it is my yoga practice or maybe it’s experience. Who knows? All I know for sure is that I am comfortable with my decision and there are important parts of life that deserve my undivided attention for as long as I am able to do that.
My little boo will only be this tender age once. Though I would like to get back into the work force, waiting a bit longer is the right thing to do. I do want to teach more yoga as well and that is something I can accommodate in my life right now. I can bring the gift of yoga to others and open the door for them to embark on their own journey within, to teach people how to breathe and reconnect with themselves. I have already started to bring this back into my life in a confident way. I am excited to see what is coming and more so to be free from the emotional roller coaster of self doubt I was riding!
Honestly, I hope that each and every one of you is having a fabulous Friday! I truly appreciate you all! I really enjoy reading your comments, please share your thoughts with me! Wishing you smiles, laughs, hugs and happiness always.
I thought I would do something a little different as far as writing goes to try and tap more into my creativity. In doing so I thought I would follow the idea of writing based solely on the inspiration of a word. I have seen blogging groups leave threads open like this and the intention is to help stir this creativity. When I started to think about what word to use, I thought I’d open a dictionary and find one randomly but then suddenly the word tree came into my mind and I went with it…
Leaves fall off randomly as the wind whips the tree’s branches this way and that. The branches give way with ease, flexibly moving with each gust. With each thrash, seeds fly off and if they are lucky enough to land on the forest floor in a spot where rays of the sunlight shine down to, they will likely germinate and grow. It is purely by chance that they are lucky enough to come into existence and once that miracle occurs, and they manage not to be trampled by animals or eaten, they will be around for a long time. They live for centuries and see many events come to pass. Passively listening and moving slowly as they grow towards the light of the sun. Their rings demonstrate the obstacles they must overcome in times of drought or cold. They wear these as insignificantly as the rings that show their strongest and most plentiful years of growth. Like an iceberg, that which we can see above in all its glory is only but a mere glimpse of the immensity and complexity of what lies below. In silence, they quietly breath in the carbon dioxide from the air and in return provide life giving oxygen for the inhabitants of the earth. They are the custodians of our existence, the artists who paint the beautiful blue hues in our atmosphere and are literally responsible for each and every breath that we take.
The trees are akin to our inner seer, our divinity or force of life. We are born with all of the wisdom required to exist in this form, but are without faculties to grasp it and revel in its blissful glory. Our light is forever an observer, waiting for us to realize and bring to fruition the lessons we have to learn within our lives from our biological existence to our transcendental essence itself. The beauty and grace of our inner light is only revealed in tiny drops and when we least expect it. It is those times when we feel the sudden burst of attuned perfection of alignment in our body mind and soul and they vanish as uncontrollably as they may appear. We unknowingly tap into that sacred part of ourselves at times when we are working within our dharma or true purpose in this world. This is what may drive some to become more trained in the learning of how to witness and in essence become yoga. This is the enmeshed existence of life with an acute awareness of our own divinity, something that is to be experienced only by a tiny fraction of the devoted monks and practitioners of spiritual awakenings.
Like the trees, we all wish to know our purpose and give of it freely without attachment. We are jaded by this attachment which is what leads us to lose touch with our effulgent light, to be drawn into the dark. To feel anger, fear, scorn, hatred and jealousy and that is what draws out the evil that will inevitably hold us back forever.
By~ Lisa Michelle♥️
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve!!! We are away holidaying at a ski resort for Christmas this year. Usually we go down south but we wanted to try a winter holiday this year. Though I am with the people I consider to be the essence of my existence, I do miss our family that we will not see over the next few days. I feel love, hope and enthusiasm for the coming new year and felt some inspiration for a poem. Hope you are having a wonderful time, celebrating life, love and all the important things at this special time of year!!
That Christmas Feeling
The snow begins to fall,
Gracefully feathering down to the ground,
The night is lit up with coloured lights,
Eyes are wide for every child in town.
The carols play over the radio,
Bringing back memories of this time,
A sweet nostalgic feeling to embrace,
The scent of evergreen is in its prime.
School is out for the holidays,
Children play and eat the snow,
No care in the world is what they have,
Carefree and happy feelings is what they know.
A time for friends and family,
Smiles and hugs will fill your days,
Chocolates and sweet cookies,
Love is shown in so many beautiful ways.
Thinking about what’s important,
Squeezing close with those held dear,
Don’t forget to look into their eyes,
And let them know that you are near.
Love is the reason for all this fuss,
Don’t let the purpose become skewed,
Let your loved ones know how you feel,
And your feelings show their magnitude.
I love you now, today and tomorrow,
I will love you forever more.
My heart is full when we’re together,
You make me feel like I could soar.
Merry Christmas to you my friend,
May your holiday be sweet,
Enjoy making new memories,
That forever you may keep.
By: Lisa Michelle
Keep smiling my gorgeous friends, Love to you all. We are all human beings, craving understanding, connection and above all Love. I feel it and it is so beautiful. Kiss and hug your loved ones!!!
Lisa Michelle xoxoxoxo
When I think about how we interact with others and navigate this realm of existence, the most important way to do this with others is to communicate. This means through body language, art, dance, music, actions and the most common of all- words. When you listen to someone speak to you, if you know them- you can feel them, empathize with them because you have an emotional connection to them. Your bond is much more elaborate and interwoven in complexity than the words alone. What about when you hear a beautiful piece of music? I have been brought to tears by music alone. What about when emotional words are sung with beautiful music? The message and its impact are compounded. What about a movie? You become attached to more than just words spoken by each actor. You learn about them, become fond of them or despise them. You form an emotional discrimination which leads your interpretation of their words. Dancers feel into their bodies and express themselves to music. When I watch people dance, I can be moved deeply. Poetry also has a way of conveying messages in a rhythmic way which can evoke emotions in the reader. For me, when I write poetry, I am able to express in words meanings that are more than just the words on the paper.
Why am I talking about this?
When I think about people I love and care deeply for, it is awful when arguments come about which are often filled with feelings that are never fully discussed or misunderstandings which were never unraveled. This happens because of a lack of one simple thing ~ communication. I think about our sort of sloppy and two dimensional way of conveying messages with the words we can make with our mouths.
What if we could touch one another by the hand and have them feel our thoughts and feelings in the way that we experience them?
How connected and understanding do you think every being on this planet would become? Emotions and feelings are powerful. They drive us to do many beautiful and terrible things. In the case of miscommunications- relationships can end. People drift away from one another and judgements are made. If we could feel the complexities of what is happening for another, my goodness, life would be such a gorgeous melody of love. Because underneath all of the layers we have protecting our true being is Love. Right? I dream of that powerful and enveloping love that is our essence, our true form unveiling from that soft beautiful place within. Is it just a dream? In contemplating how difficult it can be to really communicate with those around us, I wrote a poem to express some of the thoughts and feelings I have been having.
Undeciphered Messages and The Eternal Burning Flame
My heart is true and open,
My words are in synchronicity with my soul,
My wishes are only positive,
To be genuine is always my goal.
Doubt and fear is all around me,
It tries to worm its way into my mind,
If only words could hold the intensity,
Of the feelings that dwell inside.
Navigation is a virtue,
Tact must be a well honed skill,
But I wish it was so much easier,
That there was no expectation to fulfill.
What is true connection?
It’s hard to know for sure,
Because if words could be felt by the heart,
What we speak would be much more pure.
Words can cut like a thunderbolt,
If their meaning is interpreted the wrong way,
So much of what we say is left unclear,
Is it love’s faith that saves the day?
The heart is a fragile gift of beauty,
Which is kept protected from any harm,
When it’s let out in the open,
Damage can leave the mind unarmed.
Look into the mirror and what do you see?
The truth of you is in your eyes,
Your beauty, strength and virtue,
Is so gorgeous and vast to your surprise.
Trust that your light is true,
Because your words you can’t undo,
If you gaze right into the light,
You will be free with no obstacle sight.
Love, Love, Love,
Oh this word is not enough!
For the body, mind and spirit,
The meaning is far more exquisite.
Have the strength to be you,
You must honour what is true,
Show others it’s okay to do the same,
It will keep lit our universal burning flame.
By- Lisa Michelle K
I would really like to know your thoughts about communication! Please do leave a comment on this post, let’s communicate😉
Much Love to You,
I write poetry when I feel inspired by an internal emotional experience which needs to be expressed in some way. The feelings we have as human beings can be so overwelming and powerful, both the joyful and the sorrowful. Writing is meant to be interpreted by our own experiences and life. I would love to know how this poem speaks to you💖
Our Guiding Light
Sometimes I feel lost,
And a little bit scared,
Like I am invisible,
And no one could care.
I’m closed and down,
With a lump in my throat,
I see no escape,
Like this path is my fate.
Suddenly I look up,
The sky is so magnificent and blue,
Something inside me unfolds,
It has a radiant golden hue.
My breath begins to settle,
The fear quickly subsides,
Like I’ve been touched,
by an angel inside.
I feel it around me,
It has such strength and grace,
It helps me to realize,
I am worth more than I could embrace.
When sadness feels raw,
There is a place within me,
That lets the emotions run clear,
And allows me to be free.
It is soft and yet powerful,
The essence of our soul,
Flowing around all of us,
Gently guiding us to become whole.
By: Lisa Michelle K
It seems slightly comical to me that even though my daughter is only 4 years old and starting JK this week, I feel like it is such a big step in growing up. As the summer started, I thought, no big deal, she’s ready, she’s got this. As we made our way into August, my heart really changed tune! So in expressing my thoughts on the moment she leaves me for many years of school, I would like to share a poem. Maybe some moms out there can relate to my feeling too💖
Time For School, My Baby Girl
It seems like just yesterday,
I looked down at my little girl,
Just a baby sleeping peacefully,
Without a care in the world.
It’s only been four years,
But so much has changed,
I almost can’t remember,
How my life’s been rearranged.
So bright and animated,
With eyes blue like the sky,
A smile that captures my heart,
Her little giggle is a piece of art.
With a memory like an elephant,
She really keeps me on my toes,
An old soul is inside of her,
There is so much she already knows.
A gift of light to my heart,
She’s like a thunderbolt in the sky,
Our souls have always been together,
And I have never wondered why.
My baby girl is going to school,
The first big separation,
I’ve shed tears of sadness,
But for her it’s another equation.
She’s bright and ready to shine,
So inquisitive and smart,
I can’t wait to see her blossom,
And life without me is about to start!
By: Lisa K
Best of luck to all the little ones who start school this year. Hugs to all the mommies who will miss them when they go! xx xx
I want to share a poem with you this week. I have written this poem while reflecting on the seventeen years that I have been with my husband. When I fell in love with him, I knew he was the one for me. He is funny, witty and very animated. These are all keys to my heart❤️ As love grows over the years, it takes on different characteristics and the partnership will inevitably experience ecstaticly happy times as well as despairingly difficult times. It is strikingly different from what the fairytales say or the ideas we may have when we first jump in.
At the end of the day, I realize that~ This IS Life. This IS Love.
We have ups and downs. When the times get tough, that’s when both people need to try their best to keep growing together. One MUST be willing to support the other. We take turns being the rock and the one in peril. With each joyful event, Love grows. With each trial, Love grows all the stronger. Two souls on One path in life.
What is Love?
Racing faster with each breath,
I can feel my heart beating in my chest,
Nervous, bright, focused and open,
My body feels weak, But far from broken.
At first so fleeting, quick and fast,
My mind is reeling at this firework blast,
I can’t tell if it’s real, it feels so huge,
Like I’ve been spun up in a centrifuge.
The roots of my tree begin to grow down,
They lengthen and widen with each day,
I care for and support it well,
It becomes a place where hope will dwell.
With the first big storm the winds gust,
Deep thunder crashes and fear takes hold,
The tree branches thrash as it is struck,
Can it make it through, Oh please it must!
I listen intently to what it needs,
I give so much, my heart it bleeds.
Please don’t give up, you know I’ve tried,
I’m breaking, I’m shattered, I can’t be denied.
The sun breaks through and shines on down,
I sign with relief as my tree rebounds.
The warmth and light penetrate my fear,
I see now why I must persevere.
Lasting as a river eroding through rock,
As it moves tirelessly through its path.
It is warm and soft yet solid and tough,
An equation that can’t be solved by math.
Love is exquisite, alarming and firm,
Enduring yet fragile it’s hard to discern,
It brings us together into one beautiful place,
A treasure so valued, yet takes up no space.
Nothing can parallel the emotions it brings,
It makes me feel so whole, I can do anything.
Steady and soothing, it’s why we are here,
Love is the true gift from the Ultimate Seer.
By: Lisa K