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What Makes You Feel Like Anything Is Possible?


IMG_1472What Makes You Feel Like Anything Is Possible? Expressing gratitude? Being in nature? Facing a challenge? Doing something kind for another… or for yourself? Looking into the eyes of someone you trust, and knowing that they see you? Behaving in alignment with your values rather than indulging in impulse? Surprising someone you love? The endorphin kick of a workout? Laughing so hard that you IMG_0717can’t stop? Hearing the infinite optimism of a child’s voice and laughter? Reciting affirmations or mantras? Meditation and/or prayer? Nutrition packed meals? Dancing to a favorite song? Letting silliness flow through you? Witnessing creation in one of its many forms… art, music, a sunset, birth, gardens? These are some of my many prompts to the feeling: Anything Is Possible. I would love to indulge in hearing yours!!

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Sometimes I receive a whisper. Other times the sensation pulses through all of me, changing the smile on my face, the cadence of my step, the lift in my chin, the space around my body. And I think: I’m beautiful right now in the experience of momentary convening with grace. This beauty transcends feature-symmetry, a firm body, make-up, perfect hair, or fashionable clothing. It holds healing power as a beauty that can only be described poetically. This is a radiance that glows when one allows him/herself to be a vehicle for an almighty that isIMG_0089 universal across most religions: gracious goodness. When I try to keep it, own it, encapsulate it… it escapes me. It arrives in moments of surrender to just being… to awe and wonder… to quiet abandon of the need to think. When I see it in another, I want to holler: “Thank you!”, but find myself silenced by a hope that the spell may not be broken!

IMG_0927I’d like to deliver a wish that we will all acquiesce to more moments of hope! What makes you feel like anything is possible? Do it! Submit yourself to the goodness that is available to each of us! This allowance will foster the well of grace available to you;)!

Anything is possible today! Let’s lift our chins and spirits to optimism, and KNOW that we have something special to offer the world today. No one is just like you, and only you can manifest your unique IMG_1027combination of attributes and interests. Harness them, and package them for the betterment of our world! Consider what may be if we each identify who we came to this world to BE… what we came here to GET DONE. Find a place/venue/job/community that needs your particular strengths, rather than fretting over the spirit-diminishing task of changing self to fit a mold. However “utopic” this may seem, we can always move closer to the ideal we envision. I promise that trying will only yield positive results!

Squeeze hugs from Annie at Biocadence!

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Morning Carries Bravery in Her Basket


I love morning. Anticipation… Inventory… Bravery… Morning carries bravery in her basket.

There are barb prongs uprooted from my skin… Layers of caging removed… Disillusions soothed… Saved in a rattling tin can, for the days when I need proof.

Someone said I couldn’t feel light on my cheeks, because I’m bad, because I’m wrong, because I’m weak. Spirit penitentiary has rules that change with each move we make. Victory only comes in discarding the need to stake.

What if there is no sun in my soul? I hold my breath… What if they’re correct? I open the door in spite of them, in spite of myself, and step forward into delicious white… blessed.

At last I’m free, outside my cell. But still I stay close, feeling dirt under my bouncing frame. If I could take my captors with me, no magnet would remain.

All of me dances… even my face… even my hair. Feet drum. Stamping silent cries. Defusing the mirage. I submit to a cadence my soul has always known, banishing the demons back to their home.

Most of my scars are beauty marks now, others are infected… Iron slivers, bits of wood, bloody shards yet rejected.

“One day soon, happiness won’t feel so rebellious,” she whispers… “Each fragment will know that self-love is not self-ish.”

“How does freedom feel?”, probes Mother Earth. I want to answer her with a 24-carat glimmer in my voice, and so I search.

I close my eyes and I see: A transgressed limp…  Trombones crying… Transitory cacophony… And I’m inhaling and exhaling… And the shine is not in my voice, but in my tearing eyes, and I say:  “I’ll have to get back to you on that; all I can do today is dance”.

Squeeze hugs and hopes that you are dancing too! Annie, at Biocadence.

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