The Circles



i captured my reflection

and unknowingly captured

a ripple in time

something touched the water

a raindrop

or perhaps

this sign

of peace

a longing to see

one’s soul

expanding through a moment

reaching depths

reaching distances

the journey of remembering

our oneness

an intention


our life in circles








Every moment is a reaching for and a letting go; a longing called Love.

Every moment is a reaching for and a letting go; a longing called Love.

Hello. It’s been quite a whirlwind lately. But ‘lately’ is a ‘usual’ for the ‘whirlwind’ is always there. The trick really is in the maneuvering. We all try our best to accomplish much, don’t we? Much, or less. I’m simply glad I am still able to make it to February’s photo-heart connection; I thought I’d miss it again. It’s been a long while. This feels good.

I think my days are pretty much like the image above. I try to remember that I am breath, I reach and let go and reach and let go. A constant give and take.

And in my daily doings, I can only hope to remind myself, make that effort, to quiet down a bit, take that precious pause, and feel that longing called Love as something not only for myself, but something transformed; a wish upon every living being that Love is realized, arrives, and gives them pure joy.

Every moment may you reach a deeper understanding of your true self and the true meaning of Love. And may you express wondrous things with that – that “reach” – and help make the world a better place.

You Are Loved

you are loved notes written from the hearts of marcus and jen

‘you are loved’ notes written from the hearts of marcus and jen

I have been encouraging this project for some years now. I remember being inspired by another blogger (I am forgetting who and where that post is at the moment, sorry! But I am acknowledging the spark came from there, thank you!) and I kept on wondering how I would begin and how it could be more meaningful. Once I had the answer to how to make it more meaningful, it was pretty easy to begin.  I wanted to involve my son, Marcus, and I presented the project or the challenge as something that would be a month long activity first (something I incorporated as a homeschool activity) with each of us coming up with five inspiring notes everyday. He decorated an empty biscuits container and ‘ala piggy bank style’ we would drop in our folded notes.

One month of doing five notes a day gave us a collection of heartfelt words scribbled like love notes or reminders ready to be scattered in to the world. The motivation was pure and simple. I wanted to give the gift of love and it would be received by whoever needed it the most. I also wanted to teach this kind of ‘giving’ by demonstrating to Marcus the many ways he can reach out and help someone; that it doesn’t always necessarily involve being able to give money or food. I want him to learn the significance of being able to inspire others and to realize the joy it brings – and the bonus would be the effect of remembering the lesson myself.

Every now and then, we randomly pick ten notes each, and bring them with us when we go to a mall. It transforms the mere going to the mall into a ‘mission’ – a ‘You Are Loved’ mission.  We look for cracks, pages, corners – any place – and feeling a little mischievous, we slip our notes like undetected love bombs, fragile and powerful. The secret messages are ready to explode. We have activated all switches and it’s only a matter of time.

As I remain curious about how many of the notes have been discovered, I think about the different explosions of surprise and wonder we have already been responsible for. I stay hopeful each time someone finds a note, a light flashes and something in that moment is very clear and peaceful. I hope a sense of knowing  sparks and there is a twinkling in the eyes as the message reveals a gift or an answer. And as I type this I think: May the breath of a joyful smile be heard as the sweetest sigh of one’s arrival at the heart of truly feeling ‘You Are Loved’.

Here are some of the notes we have already set ‘free’. Whenever we pick our ten or so notes to be distributed,  we write down the ones we chose just as an extra special activity for us – perhaps we could use a little dose of our own medicine. I especially enjoy picking the notes of *Marcus. I like reading his words. He has so much simple wisdom.

Be Forgiving.

Nothing in life is permanent. Not even your sorrow.

It will all fall into place.

Be strong.

You are far more beautiful inside. Smile.

The purpose of your life is to be the best of who you are and be happy.

*Everything is a blessing in disguise.

*Start right now. You have God’s support.

*At least 100 people love you. All of them pray for you.

*Change starts with you. The man in the mirror.


Share the love!


Believe there is love. Believe in your light. Believe you will find the answers. Believe in your questions. Believe in change. Believe in the stars. Believe in your own path. Believe in your heart. Believe there is purpose even in your smallest movement. Believe in the stillness. Believe in bliss and freedom and chaos and struggle. Believe in the ways your soul is telling you how beautiful you are no matter what.


September was like a prayer; photographs filled with love and inspiration, the hues of red, pink, orange, purple and blue. Dawn and dusk became a sweet embrace of light. It called for hope and spread out a warm, pretty, and welcoming blanket on a field of dreams, imploring one to believe in the magic of the heart. My photo-heart connection. Well, one of many.

Glowing Pains

Untitled by creative_jen
Untitled, a photo by creative_jen on Flickr.

Last night, after feeling drained from the day’s dramas, I called a friend to ask for some help.

Were the planets in some strange alignment? I asked. Why were things so weird and painful and messy “in there”. I was in a place that hurt and I have been trying to let it go but it all came back. It’s me, right? I asked again. It’s my fault. That would be Buddhist. My own doing. I need to forgive all this. I need to cut the cord, release that anchor from my heart, another friend lovingly suggested. You have to make that decision, she urged, to let it ALL go.

Last night I was also reminded to concentrate on my heart chakra. This morning the candle glow gave me this. I am in tears.


Rise. Warm up. Write. Create. Cook. Make. Sit. Breathe. Love. Be happy. Choose. Find. Peace. Work. Play. Smile. Sip. Think. Pause. Elevate.

We are all given pockets of time to simply transform any situation we are in into something more meaningful. It wasn’t difficult for me to choose this month’s photo-heart connection because the month of August was a whirlwind of events that had me in so many places that when I remember this particular moment, I remember a certain formula that keeps me grounded; a certain formula that helps me to find the magic in what may seem like just another morning, just another day.

What that formula it is exactly I’m not sure I know how to explain or even equate. I’m not even sure I make perfect sense. But what I do know is we all try to make it from point A to point B and then from B to C and so forth and so on, and hopefully the sum equals to something that is happy or peaceful – how? Maybe you learned more patience. Maybe you learned to stop and appreciate something in your life. Maybe you helped someone. Maybe you were more gentle to your heart and more loving to your body. Maybe you were more forgiving of the thoughts in your mind. Maybe you are learning to forgive yourself little by little and therefore you are more forgiving of others. Maybe you are learning to find love in those little places. Maybe you made someone smile. Maybe you are realizing your courage in the things you do everyday. Maybe you are finally seeing more and more beauty around you and you are learning that beauty can be found in the imperfections you try so hard to make perfect – maybe you have learned to let go of trying so hard to be perfect. Maybe you are more accepting and open, and therefore feeling more free.

When things don’t seem to add up, perhaps all you need is a few minutes to pause and remember your formula. When things feel too mundane you want to cry, perhaps you are forgetting you have the power to elevate everything in your life.


For inspiration and more about learning how to elevate everything in your life, I encourage you to visit the Shutter Sisters blog.  And for more inspiration, you may also want to check out the book Elevate the Everyday by Tracey Clark. Nothing like a beautiful book in your hands.



I write this with the sound of rain in the background. It’s been a constant background for many days now. It’s beyond soothing and calm. It keeps pouring. It’s insane. It sounds like static. It just keeps on and on. There are massive floods everywhere. My photo-heart connection for July is this. This because I look at the woman in the photo and wonder about my life. I wonder about my spirit and my soul. I wonder what is it that I really know deep inside; what is it I carry in my heart and feel that I want to give to the world? What is it I need to know or learn or remember? I think it is kindness.

I came across a poem some months back and I felt it was exactly what we all need to know about kindness. See it, live it, share it; and not just share it, give it with your whole heart. Your whole and broken heart. The one that had to break – that has to break many times – to know what kindness is.


Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho 
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans 
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, 
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. 
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and 
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

~ Naomi Shihab Nye

The thread of kindness is intertwined in us all and is woven by the hands of Love. This is how I came across the poem. Let us all remember the kindness of all beings; celebrate it, give it back, and keep weaving with its threads a big blanket of warmth and tenderness.