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Effective Immediately

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This morning I called a customer service rep. to get something updated, and she told me that the change would be effective immediately. This phrase echoed in my mind, over and over. So much power in it. So much power to be able to affect something instantly, just with a few key strokes. It is trying to tell me something. I allow it to tell me...

It is painful to be in a place where you feel like you can't affect immediately. It is a limiting place. It is a tired place. It is a closed place. It is an efforting place. It is a constricted place.

And I realize that there is only one way that I know to affect immediately. It is to drop into my heart-center, to trust, and to live from this place, in an authentic way, outside of the reality that my physical eyes see, outside of the framework that my mind is used to dealing in.

The miracle of perception returns. There is no other way for me to live. Any other way outside of my heart is too high a price to pay.

My heart opens, and only now do I realize how careful and cautious it has been--timidly closing its wings over itself, afraid to fly. I feel the trust returning and know that I will be guided to what I need to do, where I need to go, and who I need to talk to. I trust that living from the heart has its own agenda that will help me to keep the difficulties of the physical world in perspective, as I see them through the eyes of spirit. I find myself laughing--beautiful cascades of release.

Beautiful morning, it is effective immediately that I notice your beauty; the crisp cool morning air, and the sunlight that shimmers through the rainbow of leaves. It is in this moment that I feel my warm breath and cold toes, it is now that I bask in the silence that brings me to this heart space, when I trust in a bigger picture than what my worldly mind can conceive, and know that the nature of what is created from this place is extraordinary.


  1. You are beautiful and extraordinary.

    Your heart knows all and it is guiding you perfectly, in every single moment. Effective Immediately.

    You are such a gift. I cherish you, my friend.

    Oh, and the silence. How sweet it is.

  2. P.S: Your mom's photographs are so incredibly beautiful.

    Lyn, did you "hear" that? They are just gorgeous. I haven't seen one yet that i haven't loved. You capture such beauty--i hope you can see the gift in that.

  3. Yes, Brooke, the heart is in possession of its wings. No matter the fear of fly, the wings will be connected with us eternally.


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