My husband and I wake up and say I am so blessed (to wake up next to you another day). We have done this throughout the whole of our partnership. We both had been married before and we didnt know where the resentments and such came in an ruined those. So one morning after seeing each other and feeling the lovely chance at another day together decided that this would be our gauge? So when mornings come and we feel less than blessed to wake up next to each other we would communicate that immediately, and it has served us well.
I love synchronicity between your words today and the story today in letters of love by Elizabeth Gilbert shared a story told by Ram Dass:
Someone in the audience had asked Ram Dass whether reincarnation was real, and he explained that not only was it real, but (here comes the wild idea!) it’s something that happens to you every single day.
Every morning when you wake up, he said, you are reincarnated into new life. It’s like the sleep process is a kind of ego-death, or a hard reset on your brain and being. Whatever happened to you the day before has died away, never to be regained. The deep future, the mysterious far-ahead place is an utter mystery. And so you must wake up into a world of presence — a brand new world that has never existed before. And you must face that world as a “self” who has never existed before, tossed into ocean waves of new challenges that have never existed before.
No matter how similar this day may seem to the one that came before, it’s all new, and so are you. You can only ever be reincarnated.
The question, then, is this: Who am I going to be in THIS lifetime, on THIS day? What is being offered in this 24-hour lifetime? What is being asked?
I had never heard this story and it makes your words even more precious about living big and living present to see all those precious differences of the light outside or the partner beside you, and the person you are today, ever reincarnating.
Thank you as always for your words Kateri. Always starts my day happily. Happy Mother's Day to all who nurture themselves, this world and the people in it in whatever form.
I read the Ram Dass story that Liz shared just this afternoon. I loved it. And I love your morning ritual with your sweetheart. This 24 hour lifetime. What a concept! Thank you so much, dear Ari.
Beautiful Kateri. First thing that came to mind as sacred, tucking a loved one under a warm blanket and witnessing their breath soften; serving up that first cup of steaming coffee on a slow beginning to a Sunday morning.
Seeing the glint of light on my older dogs fur. The flecks of gold on her ringlets. The heaviness of the air before the rain begins this afternoon. A ripeness and fullness to the air. The gasp at seeing a beautiful bird you’ve never seen before. Jet black with red shoulders and a thin strip of yellow.
My husband and I wake up and say I am so blessed (to wake up next to you another day). We have done this throughout the whole of our partnership. We both had been married before and we didnt know where the resentments and such came in an ruined those. So one morning after seeing each other and feeling the lovely chance at another day together decided that this would be our gauge? So when mornings come and we feel less than blessed to wake up next to each other we would communicate that immediately, and it has served us well.
I love synchronicity between your words today and the story today in letters of love by Elizabeth Gilbert shared a story told by Ram Dass:
Someone in the audience had asked Ram Dass whether reincarnation was real, and he explained that not only was it real, but (here comes the wild idea!) it’s something that happens to you every single day.
Every morning when you wake up, he said, you are reincarnated into new life. It’s like the sleep process is a kind of ego-death, or a hard reset on your brain and being. Whatever happened to you the day before has died away, never to be regained. The deep future, the mysterious far-ahead place is an utter mystery. And so you must wake up into a world of presence — a brand new world that has never existed before. And you must face that world as a “self” who has never existed before, tossed into ocean waves of new challenges that have never existed before.
No matter how similar this day may seem to the one that came before, it’s all new, and so are you. You can only ever be reincarnated.
The question, then, is this: Who am I going to be in THIS lifetime, on THIS day? What is being offered in this 24-hour lifetime? What is being asked?
I had never heard this story and it makes your words even more precious about living big and living present to see all those precious differences of the light outside or the partner beside you, and the person you are today, ever reincarnating.
Thank you as always for your words Kateri. Always starts my day happily. Happy Mother's Day to all who nurture themselves, this world and the people in it in whatever form.
I read the Ram Dass story that Liz shared just this afternoon. I loved it. And I love your morning ritual with your sweetheart. This 24 hour lifetime. What a concept! Thank you so much, dear Ari.
This is beautiful and so thought provoking Kateri. . . Thank you for sharing and have a wonderful day~
You also, Erica. Thank you for being here ✨
Beautiful Kateri. First thing that came to mind as sacred, tucking a loved one under a warm blanket and witnessing their breath soften; serving up that first cup of steaming coffee on a slow beginning to a Sunday morning.
Sacred moments, those. Thank you, Janet. Much love to you. ✨
Sacred seconds, steep,
pause in praise for present, this.
Holy hour, all.
Holy, numinous hour. Beautiful, Marisol, as always ✨
Always so beautiful, your words, I reflect on them Happy Mother's Day and Happy Day to all!
Thank you, mom. Happy Mother's Day...every day!
Seeing the glint of light on my older dogs fur. The flecks of gold on her ringlets. The heaviness of the air before the rain begins this afternoon. A ripeness and fullness to the air. The gasp at seeing a beautiful bird you’ve never seen before. Jet black with red shoulders and a thin strip of yellow.
You had a red winged blackbird visit. Little admirals in their epaulets :) Beautiful thoughts. I can smell the rain. Nuzzle your dog for me!
Thank you. ❤️