After your house burns down to the ground, is the perfect time to redecorate - and not a moment before! After you understand that you are not the director, but the theater itself, feel free to enjoy any play you like! After you realize that nothing is solid, and nothing matters, lovingly take all those matters to heart and participate with joy! After you see that you are absolutely alone and that there is no one to dance with, turn up the music, take off your clothes and twist and waltz and boogaloo wildly with everyone and everything you see! After you see that you are nothing at all, you will discover, beloved, that you are everything!
You are so loved,
Analisa

Wandering, waiting, searching, and longing. Feeling apart from all that we see, this is the most natural way of navigating our world. When we see, with delight and wonder, that world as our own dream, our own magnificent everything/nothing self, and everything in it as 'I', everything slows down, gets quiet and still. The freedom of being (contemplative, activist, teacher, student, professor, plumber, prince, frog) becomes the most natural way of navigating our world. Being, just as you are.
All love,
Analisa

Will you act and speak from your heart today? No matter what your heart is feeling? Or will mind be in charge, running the whole darn thing, having the whole darn thing all figured out, and then packaged in pretty paper? Why not throw that big lump of concrete out the window and let the crazy wind blow through, sending everything flying in a thousand directions, knocking everything topsy turvy, then sitting down right in the middle of it all? Laughing. Weeping. Gathering it all in, right here in the untamed heart.
All love,
Analisa

Being patient, gentle and kind will not grant you the keys to the pearly gates. Not glide you up to heaven or descend you into hell. But it is heavenly to feel this way, and hellish to go the other route.

It is time for sleep. Rest well, beloveds. Good night.

You are so loved,
Analisa

Truth is known, and written across our hearts. Our minds like to grab on, to claim the prize, to steal the show. Slow it all down, as best you can in each moment, and allow what arises, what is seen, what is heard, to float gently through you, like waves, like clouds, like sound, like laughter. Enjoy what is here now. Never mind finding the answer, mapping the route, scurrying to gather the precious nuts and naming their genus, claiming them as your own, or discovering their source. You are the source of everything and nothing. Enjoy the freshness of the fruit, stop scraping the bark from the tree.

All love,
Analisa

A beautiful process for someone who is dying, is to honor 'the five things' with the loved ones they will be leaving behind. Saying these five things can be an extraordinary way to heal the heart. They are: "Forgive me", "I forgive you", "thank you", "I love you", "goodbye".

Why not say them to our loved ones each morning, each night, each moment. We are all terminal, so why wait for a diagnosis. No doubt, the five things will be perpetually appropriate, while we walk this planet, in these human skins. When seemingly reaching a state when these five things no longer need saying, say them anyway, because they are so beautiful.

Forgive me, I forgive you, thank you, I love you, goodbye,
Analisa 

What is arising may look and feel like you holding strong opinions and cherished beliefs; taking sides and being right; believing that what you are seeing in this moment is predictive of things to come - perhaps representing doom or failure or whatever else might be even worse than that. This world you see suffering and unholy may just be the vision you are holding. You've washed and dressed for this new day. Why not try on a new pair of eyes and ears, hands and hearts, to match your outfit. Perhaps the emperor's new clothes might suit?
With love,
Analisa

It is all so vast. Seemingly. Then, that which is all so vast, is known to be only this one fresh, tiny, brief, precious, delicious, terrifying, crazy moment. Will it be met with impatience, distraction, frustration, hostility, annoyance, meanness, a tired, habitual response? OR, will this only moment that will ever be, and never be again, be met with grace, compassion, fairness, appreciation, patience, empathy, tenderness, bright eyes, a warm heart? Remember this, dear ones, this meeting held between us, is only You, smiling and crying in endless waves of ecstasy for this brief vast beauty that cannot possibly be.

You are so loved,
Analisa

Say hello to LOVE, teaching us by example how we push and pull away from the LIGHT as it is reflected back to us, in our behaviors, our speech, our unevenness, and our current incapacity to hear the unique music of ‘other’ as LOVE speaking.

All roads lead to home, are HOME Itself. In our humanness, we mirror and offer rare gifts to one another, seeing in the ‘other’ reflection of self. Saint/sinner, lover/hater, brilliant/irrelevant, abuser/innocent, all illuminations of the Divine Dreamer, manifest here. All illusion of ‘other’ yet magnificently so, as that is the way of LOVE.

Divine Dreamer’s dreaming of the dream is never in error, always in wonder, forever in awe. All is revealed in yet another window, so far unseen. Undoubtedly, challenging aberrations appear to arise on our beloved earth, and beautifully inspire us into action, creation, compassion, work.

May we do this work, caring for the poor, the suffering, the lonely, the broken, and the unheld, not through ridiculing or abandoning 'culprits', but through awakening again and again to the ONE HEART of LOVE, recalling that poverty lives not only in the body, but also in the heart, and that LOVE denies no one true understanding, as the eyes blink open to see.

You are so loved
Analisa

There is a story, in the story, about the story. The story goes something like this:

Once upon a time, Emptiness/Oneness/Being/Presence/Love/God, birthing Mind, remembered Itself in one of Its dreams, as having a longing to know Itself. In this remembrance, It imagined itself as a mirror image, as  Form, looking back upon Itself. It was smiling, radiant, beautiful. Not a single body, but Form itself. In each remembrance, each glance, Form was infinitely shifting, infinitely beautiful. Like a kaleidoscope. With just a touch, barely a turn of the wheel, 'worlds' collided, merged, gathered together, fell miraculously and tenderly apart, became reverent images of illumination with possibilities of light and dark, lovely and grotesque, awesome and awful, life and death, you and I. All wholeness, oneness, magnificence.

In another of Its remembrances, Mind birthed an imagining, a story, that It could forget and remember Itself, in separate events of knowing. In this story, when It imagined Itself in 'forget' mode, there was a story of the story needing to know Itself as false, as less, as not being beautiful, as not being Illumination Itself, dancing.

In another remembrance, this false story of the false story being any less than ITSELF, being LOVE, being ONE, smiled, palms together in gratitude, and bowed deep and low.


You are so loved!
Analisa