you must be the change i wish to see

beckyjaine the change

Dear Me,

You are worthy of JOY. Joy is your birthright. You have to fight hard for JOY even when you want to give up. There are so many notions and ideas trying to take it away… not only from you, but from everyone. You have to try harder, do not give in. Fighting for joy is hard… sometimes it will feel easier to let the darkness and despair dominate your heart, but don’t. You don’t believe in that. How could you when you know with your entire heart that you are here to be JOY? How could you when you know one of your giveaways (your gifts) is to help remind people around you that they are JOY too?

Shining your candle for JOY may be judged idealism, unrealistic, and naive. But remember, you know in your core that us remarkable humans have something greater possible for us. You know that. You feel it when you look in the eyes of your children and the eyes of your eldest friend, now 95. You know that the very idea of idealism is that human beings have the opportunity to be something greater than we are right now. It is good to be idealistic.. good that YOU are a champion idealist. We have so many opportunities to be more giving, more compassionate and live from a place of greater kindness, humility and service. But you have to do this yourself, first.

Sweet and hurting Me… Don’t give up because this is hard, because you want to cry… or because you have the fear of being seen. Yes, this is hard. And yes, you will have to be seen. Cry! Let it out. It won’t last… like the weather, it has its own flow.

Bravely take the steps you know in your heart that YOU MUST. I promise the fear will transform and your path will become flooded with courage and filled with divine serendipities… auspicious angels to help your vision come to be. (You know it will, because that’s the way life works… for all of us. Remember?!)

Oh, and about being seen, YES… you will be seen: Your being seen will serve as a mirror to those who see you, and as YOU shine the light for JOY trust that your humility will deepen, and that you will humbly learn and grow from everything and everyone, as those with beginner’s hearts do.

You have much to give. You HAVE to give. You are carrying seeds of beauty and truth that you must not and cannot keep to yourself. You must shine your light for JOY and stop criticizing and judging your every decision and word choice. You must lead from your intention and trust that the energy of intention will find and take you to LOVE.

Your heart–your intention– is pure. You have no hidden agendas. You wrangle with taming your wild egoic self, and you won’t let her lead the charge.

You must change the world by changing yourself. You must be the change I wish to see in the world.

Let it be so. Calling my angels to walk beside me … for JOY.

<3 love always <3

becky (me)

witness (a poem of reconcile)

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witness

a little boy–feeling alone–
surrounded by 24 kindermates coupled with their mothers, touching.
he buries his head beneath his own arms upon his school desk…

a mother overcome
–cancer and chemotherapy–
gasps, realizes
I was supposed to be….

a witness walks out of school,
releases pressure contained pain through eruption of tears,
–walks to her car–
carrying thoughts and heart for
a boy, a mother, the perhaps
future memories unmade…

p  a  i  n   i  n  t  e  r  r  u  p  t

a man–in center of his universe–in parking lot
proselytizing out loud–AND LOUD–bellowing,
championing to the trees and sky:
Science can explain it.
Science explains the cosmos, but God
God made it!
God is behind it all.
You see a shooting star streak across the sky
–Science tells us how–
but that is Jesus!
It is a miracle.
We are a miracle!

witness listens as she stumbles into car,
moving in slow motion, in awe of parking lot preacher.

shuts the door, she thinks,
we are darkness. we are light.
we are glory. we have power.
we are pain and we are bliss.
we are stars. we are god.
we can feel.
feel.

there is nothing to fix.
everything is as it is.

(shared here as a prayer for comfort and love, becky jaine)

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power of forgiveness

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In 1992, I met a special teacher, a leader who–even after all these years–I marvel at the way he made me feel and how he inspired me to think.

His name was Chief Billy Diamond of the Waskaganish Cree First Nation of Quebec, Canada. He was far from his homeland when he visited the university I attended in Pennsylvania. I spent two days listening and absorbing his passionate representation and guardianship of his land and his people. On a press tour, Chief Billy was on a mission to build momentum and support opposing the desecration of his People’s land by an electricity company who wished to flood their sacred burial grounds with water that would generate electricity (and thereby a lot of money) for people well beyond the land there.

As I listened to Chief Billy, I deeply connected with his passion, his longing and the pain for those beloved to him and of his people who were yet to be born. He loved human beings. He believed in the possibility for change. He exemplified action in motion to his commitments and beliefs. I will never forget his congruency or his love for life.

In 2013–some 20 years later–I had what many native people would regard as a medicine dream. Medicine dreams happen when we are asleep, but as we awaken, we feel like the dream is our awake reality. If we let them, medicine dreams can serve as great tools to inform our lives and offer protection, or direction and guidance when faced with challenging situations or decisions.

In my medicine dream, Chief Billy Diamond came to me. He told me to take my children to a Pow Wow. I woke up with this idea in my heart and mind and didn’t feel like I had any choice but to honor him.

pow wow 2013 becky jaine 3I had never been to a Pow Wow. I had always had great curiosity and reverence for Native Indian traditions and customs but I honestly felt cautious about Pow Wows, for fear and concern as I didn’t want to do anything unintentionally offensive.

With Chief Billy and Google guiding me, I researched and discovered a local University was hosting a day-long Pow Wow that brought Native American tribes from across the state of North Carolina together to celebrate the cultures.

I took my children and together we experienced the JOY and radiating splendor of our first Pow Wow together with our North Carolina Americans. I resisted my reluctance and hesitancy to show up and support people of different cultures, and to allow myself to feel however I would feel surrounded by many people who may have been silenced, abused and oppressed.  It was a powerful experience for me, and hopefully a memory my children will hold. (The photos included were taken with dancers’ permission.)

pow wow 2013 becky jaineAfter the Pow Wow, I was curious about Chief Billy and sadly discovered he had died in 2010 at the age of 61. I wept for the world’s loss, and cried as I discovered what happened shortly before his death. The ripple effects of his extraordinary and controversial life touched his people, for freedom and the country he loved so much.

Just months before Chief Billy passed, the Canadian Prime Minister issued a formal apology to the First Nation People, on behalf of the Canadian governments role in re-education camps, and their repeated attempts at devaluation of the Native People’s culture, heritage and values. In response to this unprecedented apology, the First Nation People orchestrated an event called the Ottawa Forgiven Summit.

I researched the event and discovered that a Canadian broadcaster was with Chief Billy during the Grand Entry of the Summit. Grand Entry is a magnificent ceremonial processional when all people come into the space where a Pow Wow will be held. Dancing, drumming, calling, cheering, expressing, moving, as all people come in to take their place in the circle. While I do not remember the name of the journalist, I do remember that he said it was his great honor to be with Chief Billy and that as they walked in, he would never forget Chief Billy’s calling out loud… exclaiming “Freedom, Freedom… Freedom!” as tears of joy streamed down Chief Billy’s face.

It is with great reverence, joy and love that I share a video captured the grand entry that day in 2010, a historical record of the transformative healing power of formal apology and forgiveness.

Knowing that Chief Billy was able to experience this moment of forgiveness, this moment of human evolution, for “Freedom” comforts and inspires me.

It is my prayer that one day in my own country–that our United States Government–will formally apologize to our original Native American Brothers and Sisters, for everything and everyone that was killed, harmed and relocated in the name of American progress. May it be so in my lifetime.

Apologies by major governments do happen. Forgiveness can come. Change is possible.

p.s. if, in my sharing I was somehow disrespectful of Native American culture, please know that my intentions are pure of heart. It’s taken a long time to share this story– but I the time has come.

for the love of everything, the gift of nothing

becky jaine:

feeling these feelings so strongly again; remembering these words in my heart, and discovered a button called “repost”. Let’s see what happens when I hit it, shall we?

to open space, the sound between the notes, the atoms between the clouds, the space between you and I … to more nothing, <3 becky <3

Originally posted on ☼ becky jaine creativity + acts of kindness = JOY ☼:

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more nothing

the world needs
more
nothing.

humans practicing
the loving art
of nothing.

sacrificing our human attention
gifting our presence as present
finding joy
in
simply
being.

breathing
(consciously in and out)
feeling hunger
unfed,
desires
unmet,
embracing suffering
(and feeling deeply til its release)

sacred nothing.

let me completely open to nothing
nothing and its complex simplicity.

i shall look to the birds,
the rocks,
the water,
the petals … the trees,
to nature
and the wind
(where on earth doesn’t the wind blow?)

let me seek and find in stillness
through deep loving presence and listening

let me give over to wonder
–oh, the way the magnificent earth, she turns–

i start at me

one human in nothing
responding and giving my human power
–my gift to 7 billion humans–
my most loving healing gift to mother earth and all of her sacred…

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earthly human day

jacob needleman earthday 2015

Dear Humans,

I went for a walk with my great shamanic teacher this week, Jackson Joyful, the sacred Labradoofus and supreme state inducer!

We walked a little and then found our favorite spot in our forest, our meditation rock at the stream.

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Inspired by my recent reading of philosopher Jacob Needleman, being here reminded of the great lesson I have yet still to learn: to stay in one place a little longer. Be present and open to the moment, to slow down and not rush out of presence, not to force my way back into the seeming importance of the “requirements” of my life.

We lingered … a little longer.

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As we got up to leave our spot, I suddenly became still–painfully so–and allowed the moment to be. Perhaps two human minutes of standing… dropping human expectation and allowing, a group of songbirds flew down and landed in the trees in front of us. Cardinals, bluebirds, bluejays; all traveling in pairs, and surprisingly mixed breeds flying together. And then–as my breath and attention slowed even further–a pair of Cowbirds touched down.

Be still…. Cowbird is yet another one of my great teachers.

My dear friend the Cowbird–who I endearingly named MeMe– reminded me that my life is not only about or for me. When he came last summer, my human interpretation was that he seemed to fall in love with his own reflection such that he wasted the spring and never found a mate.

Well, at last, I witness a pair of Cowbirds, tweetly meet meeting each other, seeming to laugh and cajole as they courted and played together in the tree tops above us.

As we stood there, tears streamed down my face. In awe of the birds, I was relieved that my bird-dog was as captivated as I was. So enthralled, he didn’t chase them and …  I didn’t feel the need to photograph them. We simply stood there, not waiting for anything specific, and let the magic of nature and the moment reveal.

Come to the woods with us…

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I wish you nature and beauty. I pray for your deep earthly human love this 45th Earth Day, and always. Mother Earth needs you. She needs us. What can we do to respectfully celebrate our love for Earth today? For me, I hope to linger a little longer… to be conscious and be grateful.

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