Surrender

Ah, beautiful, sweet surrender.
While life is synonymous with change, there is not always ease of action to flow with that change. Whether we fight to hang on or fight to let go, it’s the fight to do either that becomes exhausting.

I’ve found that to truly come to a place of acceptance requires us to go through a process and part of that process is to surrender. Unfortunately, many people view surrendering as a negative, passive and ultimately weak course of action but nothing could be less true.

Surrendering, I have found, is one of the most profound and courageous acts we can ever choose to do. It doesn’t mean we have to like or agree with whatever is going on but it allows us to put our feet back on the ground and take a break from trying desperately to run the Universe. The sooner we realize that we can’t control everything, the happier we become. The sooner we are happy not to control everything, the more at peace we are with the flow of change.

I’ve also come to realize that surrendering has less to do with any particular event or change that is occurring and more to do with how those things effect us and how we feel. When we give ourselves permission to observe and honor our feelings, we open ourselves up to the opportunities of the greatest change and transformation in life.

To surrender allows us to win the biggest battles of them all and those battles are always within the self.

Onward….
♈The Crazy Celt 💚

GROW💛

I believe that personal growth is a choice. I believe that it’s something we must purposely seek and willingly participate in. No matter what, the small grains of sand continue to slip through the tiny portal to end up as time gone by.
The real act of courage is to give meaning and purpose to each granular universe before it slips on by. This, of course, includes time doing nothing, because that is important too. The key to that is being aware of it and doing “nothing” with  intention.
There’s a great saying, although I’m not sure who said it, but it states,
“Do without doing and all gets done.”
Observing nature is probably the greatest example of that notion.
There are no better teachers than the council of the pines.
I guess the point is that indeed we do grow, even if we’re unwilling participants. It’s how we grow that is completely up to us.
To the journey my friends.
Soldier on….

♈The Crazy Celt 💚

Get Inspired💚

Spring is here with brilliant colors
that tantalize the eyes,
with fresh air that draws us out of our wintery cocoons and that age old feeling of imagined potential in the seedling phase of manifestation.
Draw a deep breath of life into your lungs and know, that like every blade of grass, you own an important piece of space in this and every moment to come….do something beautiful with it.
Get inspired…be the ray of hope and inspiration that lifts another to reach their highest potential. In doing so, you achieve yours.

♈The Crazy Celt 💚

Snow Moon

February 2016 Snow Moon, also known as “The Hunger Moon”. The names are related due to the season. February has traditionally been known as a month of heavy snow fall, hence the name, Snow Moon and because the heavy snow made it difficult to hunt and trap, it has also been called the Hunger Moon.
Did you know that because the lunar cycle runs 29 days, once every 19 years, the month of February has no full moon?

Photograph taken with a Nikon D5500
1/250 shutter speed f6.3 aperture
100 ISO  Handheld

The Gray Settles In

If I hold my breath, would this moment last forever? 
If I close my eyes, would you never disappear?

The Willow Tree cries as the wind embraces her, yet she has never danced this lovely a dance before.

To crave to feel something, is to know you will feel pain…
The sweet embrace, the sad goodbye,
judgements made, apologies unspoken…

And the gray settles in.

There can be no comfort for the restless heart. Breach the wall, breach the limits, escape this dire state of mind.

And with every breath, there you are, vital in every way. Your eyes, your adventurous smile, your words,
” Keep on keepin’ on.”

I hold my breath and close my eyes…

And the gray settles in.

Isn’t It IRONIC?

Part 1 – Love Letters to Life
(…and all the things I’ve been meaning to say for the last 45 years. )

Dear Life,

Isn’t it ironic that after all of these years, all the pushing and shoving and “me the ego” wanting my own way, after unfathomable amounts of times yelling at you with deep disapproval and defiance, I have finally fallen madly in love with you? Head over heels, truly, madly, deeply in love with you.

There were times, in fact many times, along the way that I couldn’t bare the thought of one more day, hour or second with you. Somehow we’ve made it through the darkest storms, which unraveled in my head; like fishing line after a horrible cast. Those moments when I thought I was aiming in the right direction and it seemed as if everything was going okay. The times I was so proud of myself for the gracefullness of my patience and then with a tug of progression, my patience turned to excitement as the weight gave me the false impression that something amazing was about to happen, but come to find out, I was actually raising a sunken toilet rather than the long desired prize. All those confusing moments that would later become the crystal clear defining moments of my personal growth and change.
Yes, we’ve made it to sunny days and quiet contemplation. We’ve made it to the soft shores of compassion, where the rambling water can transport me backwards or forward in time. Where the sunlight illuminates the liquid ripples, borrowing my thoughts to create the story of us.

I suppose part of the problem was that I thought we were separate some how. There were times I thought you had it out for me, but the truth is, I just didn’t understand. Every time I pointed my finger to blame you, I eventually saw my own reflection. The longer it took me to realize that we were one, the more unpleasant and painful it would be. Of course this lesson would come to me many times over the years and almost never in the exact same way.

Yes, you’re quite the “Fun House” and yes, I know, I resemble that remark. Of course this “Fun House” does not come complete with a map of trap doors, slides and mazes. No, that would be far too easy. What would you be if you werent handing out some bumps, lumps and bruised egos along the way, right? We certainly couldn’t call you Life anymore. It would be cool if you’d take a Union break every once in a while or better yet if there were at least some illuminated emergency exits along the way. It’s just a suggestion.

Honestly, I’ve come to enjoy the crazy adventures and I’ve given up trying to figure out what is going to happen next. Truth is, it has always turned out better than I’ve expected. Even if, at the end, I feel like I’ve just gone through an extended, unbalanced washing cycle with 5 pairs of hiking boots. Even still, I’ve learned I really have nothing to complain about.

I’m glad I’ve gotten to know you so well, for example; how not to take you too seriously, how close you are with Time and how fleeting you both can be when you run off with each other. I will certainly never take you for granted again and I’ll cherish you while you’re mine.

Yes, I do believe it is ironic….
a clever, paradoxical,contemptuous, witty schtick.
….and P.S. I love you.

♈The Crazy Celt💚

Ode To A Child

I want to be the sunlight that shines gently upon your face. A golden hue that surrounds and secures you in knowing that I am with you.
Let the warmth embrace your body, mind and soul and know that I am apart of you.
I left you long ago, long before I had planned to go…
but I tell you, I am here.
Remember me and my love and devotion to you.
You were all I could see and you were my Universe, my all, my everything.
It was messy and there were many mistakes but my love for you never wavered or failed.
I will always be a guiding light, as you will be mine.
Two beacons of energy, each knowing the other exists.
Each loving the other and even though I am gone, I am right beside you….
And when you realize that I am only a whisper in your memory, we will be together forever….
In a place where we never, yet always existed anyway.

Written February 17, 2015

Love Letters to Life

(….and all the things I’ve been meaning to say for the last 45 years.)

I will be kicking off a 6 week series of short stories and ramblings, from me…
♈The Crazy Celt 💚, as I am in the final 6 week countdown to my 45th Birthday, on Monday April the 4th. I will publish each penned peice of material on Monday morning at midnight 01, starting this Monday February 22. I will create a menu tab for this series, under Love Letters to Life.
As always, this will be a little bit of serious, a little bit of funny and a whole lot of CRA CRA, Loco, Craziness!

♈The Crazy Celt💚

Do Not Fear

Do not fear your wings,
fear the confining cage.
Do not fear your ability to fly,
but rather, fear the shackles of oppression that hinder your flight.

Unscathed

A brilliant flash of light.
A fire streaking across the black night.
Visible only to those with eyes that gaze up, in the compelling breath of the moment.
Remembered by more who linger in the never fading light of the
Ever magical, ever brilliant, ever loved, ever hated, ever linked mystery.
“What was that?”
We can search outside ourselves till our teeth and bone blow as sand in the wind
and every answer will fall short and the queries will continue in the black blizzard of our dust.
The storm rages on….
Many will find sanctuary from the gale and those that are scattering about
will think them mad,
for the Unscathed will be sitting in silence as the storm rages around them.
“Imbiciles!” “Freaks!” “Demons!”, the Scurriers will say.
“Lazy, worthless, ignorant!”, they continue to berate what they do not understand.
What the Scurriers, themselves, fail to understand, is that they are no different than the Unscathed, except that they have not found their silence, their stillness, their surrender.
The Scurriers can’t understand that, while the Unscathed may be in the storm, they are not of the storm. In fact, they are far away from it because when they chose to surrender and not partake in the storm, they transcended it.
Now you can see them. far above us.
They are brilliant flashes of light. A fire streaking across the black night.
Visible only to those with eyes that gaze up, in the compelling breath of the moment.