Friday, August 4, 2017

The Silver Lining

Responding to a current wave of shaming “positivity”…
This isn’t about hiding or denying our most intimate feelings, it is about coming to terms with anger and sadness from the things we have had to deal with in our life, and trying to make it tolerable… and my Goddess, a little “Love and Light” never hurt anyone.

“Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.”

It’s OK to reach up-and-out for the ‘Silver Lining’

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
― Rumi

Reality is going to hit each and every person differently…

Trauma changes us, pain changes us, and that silver lining? It can certainly be blackened by the elements (suppressing our emotions). But what if the human condition is craving betterment? By “betterment” I don’t mean fluffy puppies and unicorns, I mean a raw commitment to working through the hideous atrocities some of us have gone through - and perhaps instead of celebrating the path of demoralization, we choose to stand up to the things that plague our soul. 

As we rise, we just might find some solace in the past and the shit will be minimized, slightly desensitized, in our memory. Never forgotten, but perhaps an internal self-forgiveness which means easing up on our anger, resentment, and our hardened heart for hanging our ‘stuff’ on others – realizing that the blame that might just need to go. 

Here I speak with sincerity; it feels good, and it is A LOT better than clinging to the past in righteousness. It’s a little liberation for heart and mind and I know, I truly know there are new beginnings when the old stuff ends. The portal to peace opens, it is up to each one of us to now step through.

-debbie lynn


Sunday, July 30, 2017

After the Storm

Out of chaos, out of our mind…
Streams turn to rivers which turn to the sea
Like the tears - they are fluid and
thankfully so or the dam inside heart 
would burst into a million pieces .
Cry child, cry.
The wild flowers that rise from the dirt
without forethought
are perfect where grow – we are the flowers.
The clouds that come in from nowhere
sideswipe us, and call us out,
can’t flatten our courage – we are bigger than the storm.
The trees that bend and dance in a wicked wind
they know things
they have to cede to the forces
or be ripped-up roots and all – We are the trees.
Lightening - it has a fury that gets our attention – that is anger.
Thunder - it chills us to the bone – that is resentment.
Steel rain - it is vapid, painful and cold – that is hatred.
Yet we need to have these emotions
and to know their opposite without a lot of fuss.
 And with all the control we can 
assemble, may we 
re-seed, re-build, and stop resisting the elements.
In desperation, there will be a peace that follows.
Sadness will be replaced by a soft breeze and love will rule.
Love will always rule.
Give your sorrows to the Mother,
your tears to the Father
and the world you used to know will then change.
-debbie lynn


Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Change is good....
“You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.” 
― Shaun Hick

When we are awed, moved, brought to our knees in humility there is alchemy.

Change is good.
And I get that when we are confronted by things that hurt us; it is truly difficult to keep our consciousness in check – but this is “the test” the purpose, and the meaning in our practice. 
It is to maintain the awe (and a bit of grace) and to be astutely aware of all sides yet at the same time not to be sucked into the underbelly of the mess. Never ignoring the difficulties, but rising to call (when we get one) to utilize the sanity we embody as a “spiritual soul.” Embracing the totality of the good, the bad and the middle way as we stand in peace, feet planted terra firma. Knowing without darkness we would not have light and with the light in the forefront, knowing it makes everything cleaner and clearer… easier to see. 
Change is good.
-debbie lynn

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Pen to Page

When I write I am:
Expressing the fire
Taming the agitation
Quelling the thirst
Energizing the intuition
Seizing the moment
Embracing the wild
Sitting in a moment of grace
Voicing the soul with my heart – pen to page
An act of exorcism
Purging yesterday and making room for today.
I write it out good bad or indifferent
Things must rise so they can settle in the aftermath of a fall. 
The construction is never perfect
Clear and intentional – I purge
The organization is chaotic
But the result… is always peace 
-debbie lynn

It is not what you gather, but what you scatter, that tells what kind of life you have lived.

Friday, July 21, 2017

Sweet Dreams

There are things, thoughts and nightmares from our childhood that plague us over and over… 
the never-ending pain-of-the-past seems to show up at the most in opportune moments. 
It sidles into our happiness covering us like a cloud over the sun and that all too familiar chill races up, then down our spine. 
And people say, “get over it” ….but we can’t.
They say, “why do you let it get to you?” – but it does.
The creepy, unnerving memory is as fresh as the day we were wounded.
You just have to wonder what will it take to make the horrible feelings subside?
The answer is not so easy.
When we don’t feel good – we don’t feel God.
When we don’t want to talk about it – we don’t need a speech.
When we don’t want to hear the positivity – we don’t need a pep talk.
Isolation. Depression. Anxiety.
It’s all there…
Somedays are better than others – some days suck.
Respectively, the reality is clear and we know it. 
Coming to terms with the mind is a challenge we all face but it is possible to reel it in. It truly is.
We just need time to heal, time to resolve and perhaps time to minimize the justification of the atrocities we have to swallow – it can be done.
Give us space.
Give us love.
Give us a break.
Someday is just around the corner…. We are many and we are not alone.

-debbie lynn

Sunday, May 14, 2017


In silence, a picture captures a thousand unsaid words and there is so much more to people than what we “think” we know…

For years I struggled with the relationship I had with my mother - there was a huge void. In my young eyes she was unavailable and empty to my emotions. She was “busy,” always busy and dismissive to so many of my questions.

I felt alone, unnoticed and a bit rejected.

Many years later into my adult life (and with the help of a wonderful teacher) that all changed. I was shown that my mother’s unavailability was a huge blessing. Her distant ways enabled me to do things, learn things, and figure out things for myself. I realized she gave me more than “absence” - she gave me strength and independence.

When this unfolded, the resentment began to melt my heart. A heart that I thought was closed off to her and I could open the door to compassion I held so tightly as it traded places with the bitterness. I was shown in more ways than one - a lighter, gentler side to my ego and ignorance.

We can’t change people… we can only change our reactions to them.

I now know she didn’t answer my queries because she didn’t know how to respond. I also now understand the vacancy -  she needed to “be” someone else other than a trapped housewife and the wife of a man who hung his own problems in a bottle.
She needed her space – she is human…

I am lucky that I have a Mom, as there are many that do not. And as I still try to understand our opposition to so many things, I also know without her, I am nothing – No thing, no soul, no person, no reason.

Lessons of love, lessons well learned. There is so much more to people than what we “think” we know… We can’t help where we come from but we can change the way we think and feel about it all.
Let love in.

To all the Moms, the Dads who are Moms, and all the ones in the village… 
Happy Mother's Day!

-debbie lynn