Tales from a Practical Mystic

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Hiding in Plain Sight

Where is it? Where is that bag of scrumptious, light brown sugar I purchased the other day? I scanned each area of the pantry, then checked kitchen cupboards. I know I bought it. I remember placing it into the grocery cart. Did it get left on the checkout belt? Did it make it home and then get put in the wrong place? Where is it? Hmm... Mark helped put away the groceries that day... 

I slowed down my efforts and carefully searched every shelf in the pantry. I even touched items as I...

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Perspective

Individually, we are threads. Together, a tapestry.
—twp

I was lying on the grass, belly-down, using my hands as a pillow for my head. My head was turned to one side, and my left forearm was in my immediate view. If I closed one eye, the imagery in my view comprised a given range, including a lot of my forearm and a little bit of grass. If I then opened that eye and closed the other, the range of sight shifted, and now I could see a lot more grass, as well as the purple Rozanne...

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Thy Will Be Done

In 2018, I was involved in a car accident. In my peripheral vision, I saw a car speeding toward me as I drove through an intersection. I let go of attachment to what may come next, viscerally feeling in my body the choice to accept whatever the outcome. I felt calm and at peace. The other car smashed into mine, totaling it. I could have physically died in that moment and I was fine with that as a potential outcome. Regardless of the unfolding, I knew all is well; the outcome was not mine to...

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Freedom

When our county issued a mandate requiring residents to do something with which I did not agree, I was triggered. A rebellious voice inside retorted, "Don't tell me what to do!"

Right away, I could see that the voice was coming from a place inside that felt unheard and unacknowledged. What about me? it asked. Don't I get a say in this?

As I sat longer with the feelings, it became clear that I was playing victim. "Don't tell me what to do," sounds like something I would say to my sister when...

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Truth or Drama?

In the absence of information, the mind's inclination is to fill in the blanks, to create a story. Have you ever found it challenging to accept not knowing?

One afternoon, I casually opened my son's report card, expecting nothing unusual. To my surprise, a teacher's comment threw me for a loop.

I immediately sent a note to the teacher requesting a conversation to understand what the comment meant and then let the matter go... until I got into conversation about it with my husband. Talking...

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The Gift of Grayness

In the grayness, there is a richness. Colors deepen. 

A magnolia tree reached out to me this morning. Though, not only the tree. It was as if Grace was reaching through the tree and offering me an embrace. I accepted. 

The embrace was warm and inviting. Whole and nurturing. Its purity stopped me in my tracks. How could it be so gentle and yet so overwhelming? Tears welled in my eyes and an unnamable emotion surfaced as I melted into the otherworldliness of the...

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The Gift in Grief

I realized that I was using my son.
I was using him to feel good about myself.

As he became a teenager, a feeling crept in. I ignored it until I could no longer.  What was this feeling?

In a word, grief. I was grieving the loss of my little boy. Where did he go, that bundle of sunshine that lit me up with a level of loving energy so huge that it could hardly be contained in his little body?

Over the years, when I returned home after being out of town, my son would often greet me with an...

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Divine meets Divine

connection joy Jan 22, 2020

I turned off the television, thankful that an overly long movie had ended, and turned my chair to glance through the family room, to no particular end. My gaze danced its way to the windows. 

Outside, the sky was overcast and all of nature seemed still. Dark clouds cast a gray hue onto the yard and projected the same grayness into the house. Inside, not a creature was stirring. All was quiet, my daughter in her bedroom—probably sleeping—and the cat, silently tucked...

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Inspired by Beauty

connection expansion joy Jan 21, 2020

"Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself."
—Coco Chanel 

Tears welled in my eyes as I read a furniture catalog. Yes, a furniture catalog. The layout of the pages, the photographs used, the story the copywriters were telling... it was all so beautiful! 

It was as if I could feel the wholehearted intention of the artists who designed the furniture and the creative ones who compiled their catalog. It was a feeling of purity, of genuineness.

I love connecting on that...

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You've been spared

grace perspective Jan 20, 2020

From the annals of not getting what I want…

I was ready to make a left-hand turn into the school driveway. Upon initiating the turn, however, I stopped quickly when I saw a school administrator and another person standing smack in the middle of the entrance, blocking my path. “Way to block the driveway,” I muttered. (There’s something about being behind the wheel of a car that brings forth a sense of entitlement.)

By the time the two men cleared...

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