Dear Mindful One,

I thought perhaps just a poem today, a musing on mind that I had one day.
May it find you in a perfect moment,
Much love,
Mayet

Frame of Mind

The mind
always clinging
to like, dislike
Obsessively repeating
repeating what it
already knows
nothing new to say

Such relief
Turning away
freed from its
linear fixations
Mind is not just that
collection of limitations

It is also un-fabricated
Primordial purity
the essence of
Life’s magic

It is a joy
Being in that
frame of mind
Informed by the
Heart’s Truth

~ Mayet Leilani

Dear One,

Opps! Accidentally sent the “wrong” blog last week on Easter. So here’s the Easter blog this week. It’s still a nice message for today or any day, right?

This morning I felt the drooping spirits of hunger’s plummet, the shakes and undercurrents of doom and discouragement as hormones flag. It’s time to break fast and lift the day. But first, in the advantage it gives of hazy mind, I write from a less able thinking state – a short message for Easter.

Easter Feast

Many saints of old lived in this place of physical denial, plumbing it’s unsteady lows for spiritual highs. Somewhere in the epigenetics of my DNA, and yours, lingers residue of those many deep vows with their fearful certainty that great sacrifice is required in exchange for Light.

So many ancestors within me over so many ages, strenuously striving through self-denial, hoping for crumbs at the table of Spirit, not seeing – having been taught otherwise – that the feast of Spirit is spread before them, daily, free for all to partake to satiety. It’s time to feast! Today, think not of sacrifice but of celebratory feasting.

Happy Easter, 🥚 🐣 🥚 🐣
Mayet Leilani

Dear One,

I had a client today who was struggling through a period of the difficult revisiting of childhood “stuff.” Many are experiencing this right now because the astrology is helping bring layers previously out of reach or stored in the body – in a muscle here or organ there. Such programs and memories are able to rise now to share their wisdom, to release, to flow on down the river with all else that is past.

I was reminded that in the first months of Covid, 2020, I had a period of that myself and I wrote something in my journal about it that I thought you might like to share with me.

Life is long enough that we’ve all been there more than once: those times when we find ourselves moving in the flickers between shadow and light.

Childhood Memories
Shadow and Light

Childhood memories, shadow and light, shadow and light. Laughter and tears. Wonder and fears. The shifting always between the up and and down, the in and the out, good and bad times, happy and free, unspeakably sad and carefully restrained.

Home was safe haven at day, uncertain terrain at night. My mother at the sink, upset, neck reddened by unnamed tension, my father stumbling about, ranting. But the next day we loft high in his Cessna 180, or the PA 14, flying above it all. Joyously I observe all of nature from above, including our own, as we fly to a favorite remote fishing spot and spend the day in solace of nature’s silence, letting the dark night slip to the background, as it does, with the sun.

We laughed and fried our fish over open flames, eating mom’s delicious homemade bread slathered with butter from the cow and then we chased and spun about, darting and dashing, giving one another chase as siblings do. Shadow and light, dark and day.

I learned early that life was found in the opposites, that the shifting poles required balance, that sorrow was a sometimes companion but not a constant, and that secrets needed silence to exist but also to heal.

I remember so much joy from my childhood, rare and wonderful experiences. I would not bargain away those woes handed off to me to become my teachers and my fears for I now know the light in them as well.

May all that is rising join all that is past in the great river of time beyond time, purified by the powerful Light of the indwelling god. That is my prayer.

Hugging you close if olde “stuff” is rising for you right now. Know you are in my prayers. And if you aren’t in it, please join me in this moment in prayers for those who are clearing and releasing with such intensity in these times.
Love,
~ 💜 Mayet Leilani
PS – the photo is my bush pilot dad, with one of his small planes.