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My Pronouns Are “We/She”

April 10, 2025

In 2020 I had an unusual accidental conversation with a young man on Zoom.  We were both early for an online event and ended up somehow seeing and being able to talk to each other, so we did.  

They mentioned that their pronoun was “they” and asked me if I was a 20-year old now, would I choose different pronouns?

I hadn’t considered this before.  But my answer came quickly and surprised me.  Yes, I realized, I would.  I would identify as “we.”  Not the royal We, the composite “we.”

In fact, I sort of always have.  From the time I was young I felt like both me and we.  Not to worry, I wasn’t mentally ill; I had a clear sense of self.  But I was simply always aware of those who walk with me, as I came to refer to them.  They were family.  And together we were the board of ME.  We all had a seat at the table and “I” was the one in charge.  Still do, still am.

I think that’s why I so quickly answered as I did with the sound man on Zoom.  It was fun to think about and was nice to realize.  I suspect that many of you also say that your personal pronoun is also we, now that we’re thinking about it, right? 

Feeling very “we” with thee,
And sending love (and a wink),
Mayet Leilani 

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Life Blooms Because of You

April 3, 2025

Article highlights:

  •  What’s your work in the world?
  •  The light of being seen
As I was making my bed this morning I was thinking about the relationship between fun, childlike sensibility and beauty.  I reflected that the childlike perspective is one that’s open, discovering, interested, amazed. My thought was that – with this perspective –  it’s possible to see beauty and delight all around me and at any time.  (See last week’s blog.)
 
I went next to my meditation room to begin my morning contemplations and ruminations.  Still thinking about childlike sensibility – about what it looked like in the adult world – I settled myself to begin my morning time.  Reaching for a Mary Oliver book of poetry called Thirst that lay on my footstool, it opened to this poem that was a delightful continuation of my solo conversation.
 

Messenger

My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird –
          equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.

Are my boots old?  Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, yet still half-perfect?  Let me
          keep my mind on what matters,  
which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.

Which is mostly rejoicing,
since all the ingredients are here,
 
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart 
          and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
          to the moth and the wren,
          to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
          that we live forever.
 
        Mary Oliver, from Thirst
 

“My work is loving the world…. Learning to be astonished.”  Can you think of a better childlike job description for worthy grown-up work?  I was riveted with the potential written into her poetic expression, excited at its truth.

I let that all sink in then reached for an old volume of my own morning thoughts and writings.  As I thumbed it, my eyes fell on a message I took down one morning in early May of 2018.  You no doubt will feel now the same delight I did when seeing how perfectly it fits our musings today.  

Beloved One,
 
There is a wondrous beauty in every moment, residing there like the twinkling of a star.  It seems sometimes hidden by hurry or distraction or dark clouds but even then it is there, awaiting your notice.
 
At any moment, dearest, you need only lift your eyes and notice.  Notice what is already there, however mundane.  It is then you will truly encounter the spiral on your notebook, the feel of your pen, the unconsciously familiar smell of ink, the sound of your thoughts scratching their way onto your bone white paper.
 
Notice the dearly vulnerable uncertainty on another’s face, feel the same on yours.  See the tubes of flowers in your grocer’s isle, the humanity of the people you pass in the isle.  Notice them.  Catch their eyes and smile.  Notice what surrounds you. Notice and revel in what you see. For what is a Seer but one who sees?
 
The world pines for your notice and Life blooms extravagantly in the warmth of your sincere interest.  All of life opens to the light of being seen.
 
Notice what is before you; your heart adores it all.”
 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
 
“All of life opens to the light of being seen.” What a lovely statement, and how true!  Wasn’t this entire morning experience a perfect expression of what we have been discussing the last few weeks?  Delightfully so!
  
I have a thought… this week, let’s each create moments of beauty by choosing something we rarely notice.  Let’s see it anew.  ALSO  choose yourself as the subject of your deeply honoring interest – if so, I think you’ll ultimately be overcome by the wonder that you are.

From the glorious child-light within us all that notices the wondrous light in all things,

With love,
X💜Mayet MaHulili Leilani

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A Recent Dream of Shoes and Santa

March 27, 2025

Article highlights: 

  • Ugly shoes
  • Santa in the sky

In a recent dream, the world appeared as a fantasy madcap treasure chase… like the movie “It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World”. There were clues and treasures in odd places like the shoe counter at Mayfair department store (where all the shoes were ugly!)  Or at the complaints desk in a basement where the line was long and people were loud, whiny and starting to get ugly.   

In each such place in the dream, my madcap teammates were trying very hard to find the clues for the treasured objects.  I, however, seemed to stand aside, not participating in the fun.  I was just observing the chaos with raised eyebrows until, for instance, the shoe counter girl struck up a conversation with me.  

“All the shoes are so ugly,” I bluntly observed and she responded in lowered voice, “Oh not true!  They appear to be, but look more closely.”  

When I did I discovered my feet to be suddenly coved with the most incredible handmade shoes I’d ever seen.! When I looked at her in shocked delight she smiled wisely before turning away.  

Then off we went to the next adventure point. At each place there was someone who showed me the secret to seeing the beauty in the mess or chaos.  Each time I felt like I did when I was five or six on Christmas morning, all a-tingle. 

In fact as I was beginning to wake but still dreaming, I remembered being five, coming home from a Christmas Eve movie with my family.  I remembered that leaving the theater my dad bent down to me, pointing to the sky, saying “Look! There goes Santa on his delivery rounds, see the sleigh? There’s Rudolf!  And look, Santa’s waving at you!”

And I saw it all!   There was the sleigh flying, Rudy’s nose beaming, all the reindeer weaving through the sky, the huge bag of presents in the back of the sleigh and Santa waving just to me and heading to my house next!  I felt wonderful, all alive inside and out.  

In part, the point of the dream was about finding the amazing, the beautiful, even in a world full of chaos.   However, the real point of both the dream and the Santa story is about body chemistry.  It’s about fostering that child-like capacity of imagination and sight that creates the body chemistry that allowed me to see the wonder in the skies.  

For our well-being we need a creative, robust and determined frame of mind that aids the body to produce positive anticipation and even joy instead of dread and fear or fatigue and illness.  

I admit that’s doctorate level coursework, but that’s why we all got our Master degrees in Spiritual Approaches, right? 

I’m doing my best to keep my mind strong, my eyes on the good as well as the challenges, my hands in the magic and to let my heart be free.  And I’m doing my best not to lose sight of wonder.  I think I’m doing pretty well in this, most of the time.  How are you doing?

Though it can be up and down, I know that you’re also doing your best to achieve the same.

We’re in it together, dear heart, 

Lovingly,
💜 Mayet

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