Move over, Garmin! Following your joy is the best GPS

I love the GPS analog for finding our way home to our soul which is why I call my coaching toolbox app SatNav4TheSoul. Home has to = JOY. Thank you Pam Grout for putting it so succinctly and elegantly

Pam Grout

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”—Emily Bronte

One afternoon, when Taz was four, she was playing “mom” in the backyard with her friend, Ashley. Ashley had taken her turn being “mom” and had dutifully washed the pretend dishes, hung up the pretend laundry and ordered her pretend daughter, Taz, to pick up her toys.

When Taz’s turn came, she said, “Okay, now I’m the mom. I’m going to go meditate.”

It was one of my proudest moments. My daughter believed that’s what moms do first.

I don’t remember her friend’s response, but I do know this. The most important thing anyone can do for themselves is to get in tune with the Divine Buzz.

You can read all the books, follow all the steps, write affirmations to the moon and back, but unless you begin to feel this invisible, yet palpable buzz, this infinite force…

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Spring Camino 2014: A Tale Of Two Caminos

IMAG1117-2I met Dan McCarthy when I was walking the Camino Francais from the Spanish border with Spain to Santiago De Compostela in October 2012.  Dan was back in 2013 and guested the Spring Camino blogs here in 2013.   He has just returned from his most recent walk this time on the Camino Portugese walking from Lisbon north through Portugal to eventually cross the border with Spain and walk into Galicia to Santiago.  Dan’s yearly commitment astounds and humbles me, not least because he will be 80 this year.  He has given me kind persmission to publish his reflections on the differences of these two caminos.  Dan offers “A Camino is in a way a life time in miniature.  It does not lend itself to facile analysis. But here is my effort.

IN MY BEGINNING IS MY END
“In my beginning is my end” says TS Eliot in East Coker, one of his Four Quartets. I happened to be reading East Coker for a discussion group in which I participate and have found several passages which seem to help me to articulate my thoughts about this Camino. I hope TS will forgive me if I totally distort the meaning of his great poetry in bending it to make some sense of my experience.

A first impression of a major difference in the two Caminos, the Camino Francais which I have walked eight times, and the Camino Portuguese is the difference in their beginnings. And I believe that difference colored the whole experience for me.

CAMINO FRANCAIS
The first day or two of the Camino Francais is a 15 mile climb up the northern slope of the Pyrenees to the Monastery of Roncesvalles which commemorates the setting of the eighth century battle of the rearguard of Charlemagne’s army which is enshrined in the Song of Roland, an epic poem of the French language. The monastery has been a refuge for pilgrims for close to a thousand years. One of the high points of the stop for me is the Pilgrim Mass at 6PM when the celebrant announces the places around the world from which the pilgrims who arrived that day have come. After Mass The celebrant blesses pilgrims in their native language and then in a darkened Chapel we all sing in Gregorian Chant the Salve Regina.

For the next couple of days pilgrims negotiate a rather steep incline, struggling in places and stopping at a couple of lovely small towns, to arrive at the magnificent walled city of Pamplona.  The pilgrim hostel in Pamplona is across the street from the Cathedral where on Sunday you can attend a Mass sung in Gregorian chant. Leaving Pamplona and arriving in Puente La Reina I stay at a monastery of the Padres Reparadores and attend Mass in the 12th Century church of Santiago.

Two characteristics summarize “my beginning” in the Camino Francais, the spectacular natural beauty of the climb up and down the mountains and the availability of a nourishing liturgical life. In fact I had not reflected on this latter blessing until I thought of the contrast with the Portuguese Camino. Another characteristic of the Camino Francais I should mention is the presence of other pilgrims along the way.  In the early years of my walking usually just a scattered few up ahead or behind, now many more some times too many.  For me all of this creates the aura of THE CAMINO that is palpable.  I have said in the past I experience the Camino as a country 10 yards wide and 500 miles long winding country  across northern Spain. It becomes my land, a place where I feel at home. Much of the Camino Francais is not actually so rich in Liturgical experiences. Churches are often not open and the surroundings are not always so uplifting. But that beginning sense of being at home endures. And the company of other pilgrims who seem to share that same sense of belonging is constant.

CAMINO PORTUGUESE
I am now entering risky territory, a comparison about which I have some strong feelings.  Comparisons are odious. If you are thinking of doing the Camino Portuguese please consult other impressions to form a more objective opinion.

I began walking the Camino Portuguese not from the Cathedral in Lisbon the traditional starting place, but at Moscavide, a suburb of Lisbon about 6 miles into the first stage beyond the beginning at the Cathedral. I took this short cut because I was already getting close to my limit of days to walk. I had taken three days off to visit the Azores and going into Lisbon from the Airport would have cost me another day while Moscavide was five minutes from the airport and had a Youth Hostel on the Camino, although it had no official relationship to the Camino. Also starting 6 miles into the Camino reduced the first day’s walk from 19 miles to 13 miles of city streets through some industrial areas, some picturesque walks along the river Tagus. I stayed that night in a pensao, a B&B with no particular connection to the Camino. I had not seen any pilgrims that day and was the only guest in the B&B. Most of the walk during the first week or so was on city streets or highways

I continued this routine for the next four or five days. No other pilgrims, no signs of any religious institutions, not churches, not monasteries, not albergues and not another pilgrim. The route was flat but long; 18,19 mile days long, staying in pensaos usually the only guest. While there were way marks they only marked where the route turned. I am used to marks frequently along the way and when they disappear I am aware I missed one. The more sparse marking requires much greater vigilance and consequently I got lost several times, once adding about  5 miles to a 19 mile day. Feeling lost began to be the predominant emotion of the walk a vivid contrast with the sense of being at home on the Camino Francais. Once in a wooded area the way marks disappeared entirely because the trees that had been marked had been cut down for some construction. Some workers got me back on the way.

This beginning as you can see turned into an uncomfortable anxious experience. A friend with a Buddhist background reminded me that desire causes suffering. So I began to reflect on what was the desire that was causing this anxiety. At the most superficial level I realized it was my concern about finding a place for the night. When you’ve been walking for six or seven hours with no end in sight incipient panic rises. But in my effort to get these desires under control it dawned on me what a powerful form of ascetism it is to give up your place of rest. It was what Jesus didBut Jesus replied, “Foxes have dens to live in, and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place even to lay his head.” Matthew 8:20.  The holy men of India are said to sleep by the side of the road. I struggled with the sense of being lost, of not being at home on this. Camino for the rest of my walk. “In my beginning…”.  I never felt at home as I do on the Camino Francais. I do wonder if this anxiety had something to do with my physical problems at the end.

What to do with this feeling of not being at home?  It occurs to me that in a couple of weeks I will complete 80 yrs of age. It’s harder and harder to ignore that I am in the land of seniorhood. And some of this land feels a bit strange. My body is of course weakening and memory is a bit vague at times. My eyesight is not as sharp as it used to be. And hearing is slightly impaired. Was the Portuguese Camino a vivid  introduction to THIS new land? Here are some of T.S. Eliot’s thoughts about the land of seniorhood from East Coker:

Old men ought to be explorers
Here and there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning

And
In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.

And
Do not let me hear
Of the wisdom of old men, but rather of their folly,
Their fear of fear and frenzy, their fear of possession,
Of belonging to another, or to others, or to God.
The only wisdom we can hope to acquire
Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless
IMAG0968ULTREYA and BUEN CAMINO TO ALL

Fast Friendships

DSC02254Heart designed by New Zealand artist Michelle Hartley-Scott

Sometime last year I heard about The Listserve which is a simple email lottery where one person a day wins the chance to write to a growing list of subscribers.  Currently there are almost 25,000 members so that is one helluva big audience.  I am less interested in winning and more interested in the individual stories that land in my inbox everyday; they can be short, quirky, rambling, informative, funny, clever, personal, poignant, sad, happy, kooky, wise, helpful always unique and yet strangely always the same.  It is obvious that at some level we are all connected and yet we have an individual heart that wants to share and express it’s essence.  On occasion I am compelled to respond and it is always wonderful to received a delighted message from the sender realising that yes there is an audience out there.  I have also joined in collaborations to share images, write a paragraph of a book and participate in a portrait project.  There are many entries worthy of sharing but more recently Roberto Buenasur’s contribution about the under appreciated power and intimacy of Fast Friendships touched a soft spot.

A true story of international love: why travel breaks down worn-out paradigms

This is the kind of travel I love! Unique and personal.

Pam Grout

“Reality is up for grabs.”–Melissa Joy

As most of you know, I’m a travel writer. The past few months, I’ve been grounded. I had the new book to finish so, other than my talks in Hamburg and London, I’ve been sitting here in Lawrence, Kansas, wearing my PJ’s and finishing up the new book.

Well, it’s done, it’s at the publishers and, in less than 24 hours, I’m taking off on a whirlwind of travel. Tomorrow, I fly to Dominican Republic. I’m home a few days before a trip to northern California and then, a week later, I go to Kenya, a country that has been on my bucket list for years.

I wrote the following story this week. Even though it’s a travel story (it ran here on Huffington Post), I thought its message of international love sorta works here, too.

Enjoy!

Important advice that travel books never tell…

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“Evade every influence that keeps you frozen in the past. ” ― Rob Brezsny

The past is over! This is a powerful concept, it means that we can start with a clean slate, open to all and every possibility. There is a part of us that finds its safety in the past, that bases what is possible on what has already happened. To run a 4 minute mile isn’t about railing against the evidence, it is about forgetting the evidence of the past and about creating new visions of possibility. Now that is mastery being able to shift from the default human egoic option to the vision of our unique spirit that knows that we create the future. I am working on that muscle – how about you?

Pam Grout

“Our inner fire bursts into flame by an encounter with another human.”—Albert Schweitzer


In E-Cubed, the book I just turned in, the follow-up book to E-Squared, the book that comes out, I’m told, on September 16, I talk a lot about the importance of community.

As far as I’m concerned, there is no substitute for getting together with fellow compadres who are walking the path of enlightenment, who are interested in energy and miracles.

Neuroscientists have discovered that humans reverberate to the actions and emotions of people around them. This unspoken, but ongoing communication is why someone yawning can make you yawn even if you slept 10 hours the night before. It’s why bouncing around in Zumba with a group or applauding with a concert audience makes us feel so happy.

This resonance is why I’m part of two power posses here in my hometown. We get together weekly (one…

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Eat Pray Love Author’s advice for women

Being creative, acting creative, believing I am creative is right where I am at the moment so it was a delight when this blog was gracefully frisbe-ed into my consciousness by a friend. How clever messages can be getting weadling their way to us.

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Screen Shot 2014-03-08 at 10.33.28 AM Elizabeth Gilbert interviewed after her talk, and very eloquently introduced, by her best friend Rayya Elias (right is her new book)

Talk about inspiring women …. Hurrah for Elizabeth Gilbert, awesome, articulate, funny, oozing humility, graceful mega-star that she is!

Last night, as part of the Sydney Writers’ Festival, Elizabeth gave a 90-minute talk about the journey she took to create her latest book, a novel about a 19th century female botanist called The Signature of All Things, and how we can access our creativity. A very powerful evening. She’s funny, engaging and she had the fully-booked auditorium hanging on her every word.  Oh to channel Elizabeth Gilbert when I sit down to write my current book, and to speak off the cuff like her with such humour!

It was a perfect girls night out so I enjoyed it with some of my Sydney girlfriends … and it was wonderful…

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In Good We Trust

What we focus on we create: choose carefully, choose consciously

Pam Grout

“Man only likes to count his troubles, but he does not count his joys.”—Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I am happy to announce that, two days ago, I turned in the manuscript for E-Cubed. Can someone give me a loud and hearty “woot-woot!”

Tomorrow I’m heading to Hamburg for the first of a couple talks at Hay House Ignite conferences in Germany and London. If you’re anywhere near, please come by and say hello!! I’ll be joining Robert Holden, Mastin Kipp, Gabby Bernstein and Jessica Ortner in what is sure to be a rousing weekend that I guarantee will include dancing.

Next week, I’ll be back home and ready to resume blogging. So stay tuned and, in the meantime, here’s a quick post from the annals:

Before entering the hospital room of a tuberculosis patient, visitors are required to cover their entire bodies. They even don surgical gloves and face masks.
None of…

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