D.O.N.’.T. T.A.K.E. I.T. P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.L.Y.

D ifferent people,
O ther worlds,
N ever ending
T houghts….
T ruth depends on which
A ngle you’re viewing from. We
K now nothing, really.
E verything is a tiny
I nterpretation of
T rillions of
P ieces of information.
E verything is
R eceived through the
S enses, the lenses of bias,
O pinion and what we’re open to, used to and comfortable with.
N o – nothing is personal.  Not even your own thoughts.
A bsolve yourself from taking those personally too.
L iberate yourself of that mistaken identity.
L eave it all be. Let
Y ourself be free.
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Hugs,
Christina

I lived in my town, La Mesa, for 8 years before it dawned on me that “la mesa” is Spanish for “the table.”   I’ve been trying to find my proverbial (and fairly literal) place at the table for as long as I can remember. I speak some Spanish and knew that “la mesa” means “the table.”  But I was so focused on trying to get to the table, that I couldn’t see that I had arrived.  The short version is that I was raised with the strong message that food – and life – were for other people.  Very understandably, throughout my entire life, my mind has been trying to figure out ways out of that closed, no-win premise. 
 
But the premise isn’t real.  It’s just not true.  This misperception of lack and disconnection has caused so much suffering in myself, others and the world.  The panicked grabbing for more: trying to fill up a perceived need for belonging with substitutes like too much TV, shopping, foods, drugs, the illusion of control……   Substitutes that leave us with empty bellies, hearts and the same painful untruths.
 
As the mirage fades, I see what is really there.  We already belong.  We are already full of connection, enoughness, resources, safety, love…..   Now I see the sparkling feast of life itself.  I see that there is a place for me and that there always has been.  I see that everyone is an honored guest at this banquet.  This buffet of experiences.  And – sweet awe! – that we are all welcome to choose freely from the vast array of offerings.  We, I, will not be given a frantic 5 minutes to cram in whatever comes to hand first, making do with whatever we can get but left unsatisfied.   Food, human connections, work, play, creativity, and all of the endless variety and forms of aliveness are here for us.  Life is available.  Welcome, honored and celebrated for always, we can come and go, taking what actually truly nourishes us at any given time.
 
It’s hard to comprehend the never-ending abundance of this feast of offerings.  Truly, we can be in awe at the very fact that a table even exists!  When we pause to reflect, it’s an amazing thing that there is a table.  And a chair. And a body and beingness here to witness and wonder at it all in the first place. The first place. The original place. The natural place at the table. It’s clear to me now that I’ve found (remembered) my place here at the table.  It’s obvious that we all have a place here. That we all belong. How can it be otherwise? Life is not missing anything. It’s whole, and in the definition of wholeness all the parts are included.  We are all included. We are all most revered guests.  And the feast is infinitely more because we are all here together.  Dear friends, we all have a home here at the table.  My heart is so full to see you seated here with me.

—–
So much love,
Christina

Naturally shifting, easing, pressure is relieved, energy is free to flow on.  Bearing down and trying hard, we hold things in rigid defense and structures that are too tight to move. 

Exhale, soften….and there is space for fresh possibility.

Y ak yak yak….  In the room of the mind, the TV is always
O n.  The incessant noise, explosion of flickering pictures, soap operas, sitcoms, ticker tape “news.”  We sit glued
U nder the influence, under the trance. Blink. A Bigger Magic always breaks the spell.  Five minutes or fifty years, we always stir, get up, go to


A nother
R oom in the house.  The one at the center.  The room that is
E mpty.  Still. Quiet. Alive.


H ere, we breathe again. Standing fresh, awake in the
E ternal Presence – the Awareness that has always been
R eceiving every moment and
E xperiencing the ecstatic fullness of sweet Nothing.

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Here with love, in the center room with you,
Chris

I. H.A.V.E. A.L.W.A.Y.S. B.E.E.N. E.N.O.U.G.H.

I rreplaceable me. I am
H ere.
A live in the way that only I can be. Life
V iews Itself,
E xperiences Itself as it can only through my unique
A wareness.  My affinity for the things I
L ove. The particular curiosities I
W onder about. The
A ffirmation of Life that my own sweet voice of
“Y es!” Brings to the
S inging Presence behind all
B eing.
E xistence isn’t
E verything without me. Or without you. 
N othing is
E xtraneous. Anyone or anything is no more or less miraculous.
N ow, as I am, I am
O ne of the indispensable notes of the
U nlimited Melody.  We are the Intelligent, Eternal Music.
G orgeous, whole, full and enough in our parts. We are the inextricable
H armonies of the One Song of Light.

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So much love and reverence for all of our unique, beautiful voices,
Chris