On our last night of vacation on Maui, Josephine and I enjoyed dinner via room service. The lit sky caught my eye through the window as we finished, and I received an impulse to leave the room immediately and walk outside. It was a compelling impulse: it was clear and had movement to it, as if a part of me had already made the decision to go outside and my body and brain were playing catch-up.
I put on my shoes quickly and uttered a rushed goodbye to my daughter. The momentum was...
Space to allow the unfolding.
Space to feel feelings.
Space to come to a decision on one’s own accord, in a space of neutrality.
Nurturing, open, inviting.
Limitless potential. The offering of space.
Sometimes, I squash the space. Fill it with thoughts. Then, the thoughts influence, call forth, or magnetize, a response from the person with whom I am conversing, or from the situation I am experiencing.
For example, when my daughter was applying to high...
A few weeks ago, The Nest was flooded from above. Despite the obvious ceiling and floor damage, and a few other ruined items, I found it somewhat amusing: “The Nest has been baptized!,” I laughed.
As events unfolded, it became less of a charming affair, and more of a pain in the a*s. The extent of repairs required was far greater than I initially anticipated. That’s ok, still nothing to get worked up about. I phoned one contractor after another and everything was...
Mark wanted to stop at Peet’s on the way to The Nest. I didn’t think we had time to stop for coffee—even if we were getting it to-go. We were scheduled to meet a contractor at The Nest at 8:30 sharp. The contractor had actually used the word sharp!
Notwithstanding my desire to arrive on time, I could sense on an energetic level that Mark’s pull to the coffee shop was dominant, somehow more in alignment with Flow, than my desire to go straight to The Nest. I...
While I was skiing this week, I experienced a hint of thought pattern transformation, from judgment to enjoyment.
As I tentatively made my way down a hill, hearing the oh-so-familiar thought pattern running through my mind, “I’m not a good skier. I wonder what my family and others are thinking about me as they watch me. I hope they’re not watching. I’ll never be a good skier. It’s not my thing...”, a new thought popped in: maybe I am holding myself back...
As my friend and I approached our destination in a plaza, she said, “If we go in this way, we can use the light to get out.”
Whoa! We can use the Light to get out. That’s how I heard it—Light with a capital L.
It felt like a message from Spirit.
Actually, isn’t everything a message from Spirit, insomuch as we have the opportunity to use every situation, circumstance and condition for our growth and upliftment?
For example, today I am lying in bed with a...
Played the best game of putt-putt golf I have ever played, a few weeks ago.
In the past, I would look at the ball, look at the hole, look at the ball again, look at the hole again, and think something along the lines of, “come on, this isn’t that hard, I should be able to do this, let go, come on, I can do this, don’t think too much, see the ball go into the hole, everyone is watching me, I can do this, can I?, yes, I can do this, I really want to get it in...,” etc....
Starting to understand what "choice" means... in a divine context in which our soul is running the show, our earthbound choice is whether to go with the flow or against it. That is the only real choice we face.
To be an astronaut or a ballerina, to marry someone, what to have for dinner... these are choices on one level, but they are downstream from where the real choice is happening, from where reality is being created.
The choice we are always making--whether consciously or by...
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