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Denise’s Daring Daydreams for 08/02/18

My first introduction to meditation was in 1978 when some students from New Zealand visited David Lipscomb University.  As was my family’s custom, we offered our home to two students.  At this particular time we received two girls that would live with us for about two weeks.  I gave them my room so they would be close to the bathroom and moved most of my “stuff” out of my room so that their stay could be as welcoming as possible. 

They were to go with me each morning to David Lipscomb.  I was to deposit them at the Deans Office who would map out their day’s activities.  I then would pick them back up at the Dean’s office each afternoon and drive them to our home for dinner and relaxation.   After the first morning, my mother realized, “Houston, we have a problem!”  Those two girls meditated each morning for about 30 minutes before coming out to breakfast.  And all the while my mother was panicking that they would not have time to eat and be late to their meeting with the Dean.

She would continuously ask me to check on them, which for about two mornings I did by cracking the door slightly and reporting to her, “yep – they are still sitting in the floor quietly with their eyes closed.”  Of course they had told us that they chose to meditate each morning, AND….. that was not something my family did or would have any idea about.  In fact, it became very obvious to me that my mother thought the entire process was silly and a complete waste of time.  Being on time was of utmost importance to her, and anything that hindered punctuality was considered non-essential.

I was actually relieved when the girls left and made their way to Pepperdine University for a two week visit in Malibu, California.  And, they had opened up a space of curiosity within me that I had to check out.  I went to the library (at David Lipscomb) and believe it or not, there was “a” book on Christian Meditation.  I was surprised that I was able to find such a book, but there it was right on the shelf.  I didn’t check it out because somehow I knew if I did, my mother would find out and then I’d have some explaining to do.

I have no idea who wrote the book or much of what it was about.  What I do remember is that the words written on the page were unlike anything I had read about Christianity.  Somehow just reading the words seemed to open up a space within me that had not been opened before.  There were words used like “communion,” “remembering,” “silence,” “atonement” and “restoration of spirit.”  I wasn’t sure what I had dove into, but I did know that my parents would not be amused.  I also knew that if my father and I had to have “the conversation” about him being an Elder in the Church of Christ and that people were always looking and …..  you know the drill…..it wouldn’t be pretty.

I quickly placed the book back on the shelf, never to dive into that pool again until I entered a Unity Church in 1986.  Some of you have heard me share that it was the meditation that touched me deeper than anything else in the services.  I today still pattern the meditations in our services after Rev. Jimmy Scott.  He told me one time that there were many ways to lead meditation, guided, with or without music, etc.  And he told me that scattering words and giving participants time to breathe was a way to assist them on their own internal spiritual journey.  He told me too many words cloud up the mind. He also told me that everyone’s journey through the wilderness takes as long as it takes.  It seems I took a lot of what he said to heart.

I can truly say that meditation and sitting in the silence has been the cornerstone of my journey with spirit.  It has changed my life in ways that I cannot even begin to articulate.  Yes the physical level has shifted, but there is a deep knowing, a strong faith within that everything is working together for good no matter what the outer appears to be.  It has been the catalyst for healing my life.  And now that I have incorporated Reset Breath Quiet Touch into my toolbox, abundant living has been something that has unfolded easily and effortlessly. 

I sure hope you will choose to be with us this Sunday.  My friend Brenda Julian Williams will be speaking about RBQT: Reset Breath Quiet Touch – Why Now . . .Why Me & . . . Why You?  This is important work, not only for ourselves, but also for our entire planet.  We as a collective are in service to humanity.  The time is now to Heal our Own Lives so that we can share with others the truth of not only our being, but the truth of humanity.

Join me in affirming:  As I breathe consciously, my life transforms.  With overflowing love and gratitude for this day and the beginning of a marvelously transforming experience . . . . .

Rev. Denise

Denise’s Daring Daydreams for 07/26/18

The belief that there is “not enough,” is not necessarily the truth.  This belief has set many of us up for failure and thrown us into the process of competition for what we think is the last piece of pie.  Over the years I have known people who may not have had enough but were very generous with what they did have.  I have also known people who had plenty and lived in a place of fear, not sharing any of what they had with anyone else.  The spirit of scarcity or abundance has to do with your personal view and belief of the resources available. 

My grandmother was one of the most generous individuals I believe I’ve ever known.  I was never visiting her home that she wasn’t cooking a meal to take to a family or sharing something she had with another that was in need.  The funny thing is that by earthly standards, my grandmother would have been labeled poor because of the place she lived and the actual money she might have had.  What I can say is that when I was with her I felt abundantly free because of the joy in her home, the words that she spoke and the actions that she was displaying in each and every minute.  Abundance at my grandmother’s house was walking to the corner market and buying a popsicle and coming back to the front porch and eating it in the glider.  Abundance at my grandmother’s house was taking a glass of cold lemonade, a quilt and a book and reading for a while under the weeping willow tree.  Abundance at my grandmother’s house was sharing my milk with the neighborhood cat because he just came there every morning and meowed at the door.  Abundance at my grandmother’s house was sharing my bicycle with the neighbor boy who did not have a bicycle and we would play for hours in the alley behind the house. 

What would your life be like in this moment if you were willing to let go of your idea of what you think abundance is and realize that abundance is being open to all the possibilities each moment has to offer.  I hope that you join us this Sunday for our last lesson on Freedom – Stepping Into Your Abundance.  Special Music will again be over the top:  The Amazing John McAndrew will be giving you a preview of his concert and our own Nickie will be sharing with us again this Sunday. 

Abundance is my birth rite and I accept it with open arms. 

Rev. Denise