Musings

Follow Your Whims

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Sonnenberg Gardens, Canandaigua, NY. Photo taken by Holley Hyler.

Soul guidance can feel gentle. So gentle that we could be imagining it – and this is what we tell ourselves when we grow numb to it. One of my biggest challenges on this spiritual path has been staying open to guidance after suffering; it can be hard to separate myself from the pain or to see any purpose in it. In this state, it is nearly impossible to connect with God or the love that is already inside and all around me.

When you are in great need, Spirit can give you a sign so clear that there is no denying a Higher Power, a world beyond this one. I prayed hard and asked for help, and I received such a sign recently. But I had to follow Spirit’s gentle nudge in order to receive it. I followed what seemed like a whim and ended up in exactly the right place at the right time, with the right people. Then my undeniable sign was delivered to me.

We can ask for help and think that our request was ignored, but what really happened was that we didn’t open to receive the answer. Sometimes guidance and communication from beyond do seemingly drop from the sky or come from nowhere, but most of the time, you have to align yourself to receive. You have to take some action. Before I followed my whim, most of me wanted to stay at home in bed or drink. I was mired in a thick depression, a boredom so strong that I found no meaning in anything. My mind tried to tell me, “It will be no point to go there.”

I am glad I did not listen.

Follow your whims. Don’t plan so much – Spirit can’t work with us when we’re rigid. Spirit can’t work with us when we’ve given up, either.

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Choose or Consume

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Rainbow Falls, Watkins Glen State Park, NY. Photo taken by Holley Hyler.

Why does your heart break
and close?

Because you take “not right now”
as “never.”
Because you take “no” to that
as to yourself.

You think of all the times
they did not say “I love you” back,
and forget the times they did.

You thought “I love you”
had to be said with words,
and neglected the times it was
said with a look, a breath, a touch.

You called your heart stupid,
your yearnings trivial,
closed your ears to the voices
who encouraged you.

Stop that.

You’re human, yes,
but not a porcelain doll.

You don’t have to
close your eyes to ugliness,
nor must you
hold a magnifying glass to it.

Don’t let anything consume you,
unless it is love.

If it is truly love,
it won’t.

© Holley Hyler | August 2017

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Two Loves, True Love

Sonnenberg Gardens

Japanese Garden, Sonnenberg Gardens, Canandaigua, NY. Photo taken by Holley Hyler.

maybe I met you
and you loved me
within a dream.

maybe that dream
was truer for me than anything
backed by flesh, blood, and bone.

maybe I have never
loved like that
in my waking hours.

maybe your lover and I
do not have to compete
because there is nothing to win.

my love for you does not
become false because I
am apart from you.

hers is not made truer
by the fact that she is
with you.

maybe there does not
have to be anything
wrong about that.

there does not need
to be “another woman,”
a guilty party, a chosen one.

there are only
two souls who love
you deeply, one in

waking life,
one in dreams.

© Holley Hyler | August 2017

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Self-Permitted, Empowering Perspectives

You are allowed to distance yourself from the things that deplete you, fill you with a sense of fear or dread, and ultimately do not serve you.

This is not because I said so, or because anyone “gave” you permission. (You never need to be given anything, because you already have all the things you need and the power to create inside of you.) Deep down, you know this, but it’s easy to forget simple truths that are based in love when we live in a world that perpetuates fear.

Which thoughts feel expansive? Which thoughts instill you with a sense of helplessness? Can you put a spin on the helpless thoughts to steer them, even if just slightly, toward powerful? How can you think about this subject differently?

It’s not always easy or straightforward, but it can be, as you get more and more practice.

Often, it’s not black or white.

Distancing does not mean ignoring. It means taking a step back – or however many steps back you need to see something from a different perspective. How can you educate yourself in a way that does not fill you with fear? Isn’t it easier to see which course of action to take from this vantage point? Fear clouds our ability to see clearly and keeps us stuck in a state of powerlessness. In a state of powerlessness, we give up before we start or spin our wheels in a state of “fighting for” but not achieving anything. The focus is more on what is unwanted rather than what is wanted.

I want you to know, there was a time when I processed my pain and healed through my writing. But now, when I talk about a painful experience, I mean to approach it from a place of, “This is what I learned, and now I am thinking about this differently even if the external circumstances haven’t changed all that much.” I mean for my words to empower and expand. Despite good intentions, everyone has a different perspective, and words or experiences that might harmonize with one person’s soul may strike a chord of fear in another. Anything that feels dissonant – you don’t have to push yourself to “tough it out,” nor do you have to bury it and pretend it isn’t there. Ask it what it wants to show you. At first, this process may bring up a lot of pain. As you get practice at tuning into what feels expansive and powerful for you, the pain dissipates.

As you step more into love, others will attune to you and this state of love. Some will respond positively to this change in you, while others may think you’ve lost your marbles or will fall off your radar entirely. Let them go, but don’t feel the need to lash out or have the last word. These are behaviors that will not fit with your new energy and are more suited to the old paradigms that we are slowly but surely, and collectively, leaving behind.

With our love
we could save the world,
if they only knew…” – Within You Without You, The Beatles

© Holley Hyler | June 2, 2017

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I want to love my body.

I want to love my body.
I want to give it the things it craves.
I want to give it the things it needs.
I want to bathe in the sunlight,
without shame over my skin –
its color,
its folds,
its freckles,
its bumps or bruises.

I will start loving my body by not speaking ill of it.
I will move when I feel inspired to move,
and be still when I am not.
I will not compare my body to other bodies,
and if I catch myself in this act,
I will gently correct my awareness,
and set it on a path that brings me peace.
I will see my body as deserving of touch,
but I will also realize,
not everyone has intentions
of touching me the way I deserve.
My body is mine,
meant to be touched
with reverence,
with love,
with presence,
by others – yes, perhaps there is a time and a place,
the right someone,
but I will not depend on or wait for this, for
I deserve this from myself, too.
I will listen to my body when it is trying to get my attention
with sickness or injury.
If sickness or injury frighten me,
I will remember that I am more than,
but still love, this body.
If my body is not and has never been a certain shape,
I will realize, maybe it is not meant to be that shape.
Perhaps its shape is meant to be more beautiful, more fitting,
the perfect Vessel for the Soul inside it.
I can try to change the things that don’t please me,
but I cannot bring lasting change by force or self-abuse.
If my mind does not treat my body
with the qualities it deserves,
I will let the thoughts pass.
I will not fear the thoughts;
there is no need to fear them.
Letting them pass does not mean
I agree or engage with them.
I am a vast Being,
timeless,
made of stars,
but I only have one body,
and one lifetime in this body.

I will spend my time loving –
starting with my body.

© Holley Hyler | May 19, 2017

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