Tuesday, September 24, 2013

The Slippery Slope of Seeking Approval



  1.              Lupines overlooking Raspberry Island in Alaska

    ap-prov-al
    the action of officially agreeing to something or accepting something as
    satisfactory. "the road plans have been given approval"
    Synonyms

    informal
    acceptance, agreement, consent, assent, permission, leave, sanction,
    endorsement, ratification, authorization, validation, support, backing,
    go-ahead, the green light, the nod, the rubber stamp, the OK, the say-so,
    the thumbs-up, "their proposals went to the board for approval."



    Native American writer and spiritual shaman, Lynn Andrews, has published many luminary works. One of them offers a different offering, Andrew's Power Deck the Cards of Wisdom. The cards present Native American wisdom for balance and centering.

    Recently I happened to pull out her power deck and book cards, shuffled them. My mindset is generally: What wisdom can I learn?

    I was quite stunned--as it is often the case, energy can be magical at times. This was one of those times.

    On one of her Power cards, she wrote: when the master climbs a summit,
    he doesn't seek approval from the heavens as approval implies doubt.

    I find those words vastly powerful because some of us can be swept along, against our own autonomy, on a ride of approval. Then we have already lost ground. We have lost our sense of equality as we inwardly ask: what do you think? Do I have your support with the implication the other's opinion is vastly superior to one's own. 

    Approval is a jail in a very small town. The only view that can be seen--are those whose opinions one wants to please. The keys are an increase in self esteem, an honoring of oneself, and the letting go of everyone else.

    Seeking approval takes you out of your own integrity and knowing: the latter being too precious to abandon in a search for validation. 

    Spiritual Warriors: Thumbs up--on yourself.



Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Morning Song of the Meadowlark



Eastern Meadowlark - Wikipedia

Or As I Walk my Tightrope Higher


May my notes for Thee
Hold the purity
Of a morning song:
Calls from my humble being,
An authentic self,
With You along;

May I take all slights
And transform them
In THY LIGHT;

Sure they were not meant
To diminish Thee or
Whittle me---

May peace be my constant song
Within a day
Of twenty-four hours
Gifted back
With You along;

Then at the last
Hold me to Thy breast
Secure, Everlasting, Ever Fast.
                                         Amen.

A healing prayer for all Faiths
August 28, 2013

By Connie Nelson Ahlberg

Friday, August 9, 2013

Taught by Nature

Four Loons Webb Lake, Weld, Maine


Taught by Nature

Kissed by the Divine Ones are they
Who need not be taught
That a mother is rich when
She carries a child,
As the loon and babe who
Both rides and glides on her back;
Sacred even before its first cry
Or sound; cherished thereafter;
Never judged by its hue--or backdrop,
Like all the birds which gather
In the spring under a soft sunrise
That nearly makes you weep;
Or the vast night sky in the country
When you have left all the lights behind;
Of the moon whether slivered or whole;
Character has every color,
Eyes that gaze a soul,
Integrity--many feet;
So I, merely one, shall not judge thee
Until many moons after--
We meet.

© 1997 Connie Nelson Ahlberg



Thursday, August 8, 2013

In this Moment Who Is Hurting?



St. Vincent de Paul 


For the Vulnerable I See

If Christ or Buddha
Walked 
Among
Us today
Each may say:
See the vulnerable
The old 
The sick--
The ones
Whose minds
Can't make the pieces fit;

Lift the downcast
Whether rich or poor
Stand with the abused;
Support a healing door
Notice the neglected
And confused
Those on the street
With no shoes;

We know not
Where our next
Steps will take us
We each could
Be the one
Who stumbles or breaketh
So hoping
Someone
Might 
Notice might see
The vulnerable
Just like you
Just like me.

By Connie Nelson Ahlberg
August 8, 2013


Saturday, July 27, 2013

Timeless and True, the Heart of You

Crateva religiosa

Timeless and True, the Heart of You

Dear One,
Love is waiting for you;
And it is here now;
It's your storehouse!
All the love you give
All timeless and true;
Your indomitable Spirit:
The God in You--
Will never fade
Nor diminish
Love--
Never over or finished;
There are a million messages
Shapeshifted to you - 
Music (you're tied to)
That flows mysteriously from prayer;
Birds that linger longer than most dare;
Love messages--everywhere;
Faith is the sun that 
Never sets
Rest your heart within it;
And know God 
and the Angels
send you both
grace--and protection
with every lesson;

When you're weary,
 pondering
Giving up--
Remember
 Both life & eternity are
 just beginning
in this moment
You're the Splendor,
Darling,
The Splendor--
Endless innings!

By Connie Nelson Ahlberg


July 28, 2013

Friday, July 26, 2013

Ode to Saint Joseph



The Holy Family
by Raphael

Prayer to Saint Joseph

  Dear Familial Father of the Christ,
So many are hurting:
without jobs
without work
without green cards
without hope;

We need 
your staff of protection,
the comfort of a shoulder,
the belief
we will be heard!

Please protect the lost
the homeless
the poor &
hopeless:

I believe
if we humble 
ourselves
quantum physics
and prayer will meld--
Unite us then with your Son,
O Earthly Father of the Christ Child,
and 
Save us All!

By Connie Nelson Ahlberg
July 26, 2013

The Saints are there for us; 
St. Joseph is a great protector,
and one of my "Heavy Hitter Saints."
This prayer is for all who need it
from every land.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Song of the Gardener

Helianthus Flower
Bannerghatta, Bangalore
by L. Shyamal

Song of the Gardener

I am your humble gardener;
Lord, you are the Greenhouse! My Divine Thumb!

I am fern with fronds misted with occasional tears
meant for my growth;

And then, Lord, a weed who has survived a drought
and doubled in size!

I am a flowering plant taking rests in order
to bloom again!

And, Lord, when I do, my open petals are, yes,
exquisite rich velvet, growing deep, yet delicate;

Admired by all, Lord! Take me, in my blooming
and resting; in my tears, and in my testing,
in my growth, and my surviving...I am Yours.

©1995 Connie Nelson Ahlberg