Love Notes from Yogi Baba
One Baby Boomer’s Search for (Spiritual) Enlightenment
Dear Reader/Friend/Fellow Light,
I’m so happy you have found your way here.
We are all connected and we are angels and guides for each other.
We are given unique talents and gifts to share with the world, and one of mine has been to write. I’m 71, and I’m finally willing to own that.
Not all of what I write is worth distributing or even re-reading, but the good stuff was written through me, not by me, and it’s meant to be shared.
However, I have spent a lifetime hiding, editing, keeping all that I have written private – for fear of being exposed, vulnerable, judged, misunderstood, ridiculed, hurt.
I have decided to offer all that I have from my heart.
Please thank or blame my children.
Perhaps if they had wanted to hear what I wanted to share, I wouldn’t have had to write it down. But they can only take “so much” of me – no matter how much they love me or how close we are.
One daughter thinks I should call my work “fondue” – because it’s so “cheesy.” The other one usually stops me mid-sentence with verbal eye rolls.
So, I can’t help myself. Writing keeps me sane – as far as my sanity goes.
Writing is my escape, my refuge, my answer, my joy.
When I give myself permission to sit and let my fingers do my talking, I am often gifted with wisdom flowing through me that answers my latest prayer, dilemma, life emergency.
Sometimes it even makes me laugh.
I have spent over 7 decadess keeping it to myself – and Joyce and Carol and Jerry and Einat, and sometimes Kimmy and Dana, and Judy and Nancy and Ellen and Lenny and Moe…. But usually it stays in my computer, my files, my office, like some long lost treasure from Raiders of the Lost Ark, buried beneath other treasures until it is too hard to find any and it’s easier to walk away.
But I’m not going to die with my files sitting there for my daughters to lament about their fate.
There are too many to wade through, and if they had to read each one, that would be punishment from beyond. On the other hand, if they just threw them out or burned them, I think they know I would haunt them from wherever I am.
So for their sake, I am publishing these musings now, so my children don’t have to feel overwhelmed, nauseated, or guilty when I die.
(You’re welcome, K and D. 🙂
So much to share, don’t know where to begin.
I’ve decided to stop worrying about the frame, and just get out what is there. I don’t have to know any more than how to press save and send.
Then I can let go and let G-d.
As I wrote many years ago – actually over 8 years ago.
June 20, 2010
The wind will carry it.
The earth will embrace it.
The rain will nourish it.
The sun will shine on it.
The universe will support it.
All I have to do
Is get out of its way
And let go.
TGKOW/TYDGA
Just like Johnny Appleseed
I have spent the last five years actively trying to figure out the best ways to offer what I’ve written to the world. Because I’m ADD and have so many options— and because I’ve probably been resisting for all the reasons listed above—I am still undecided about the “best way” to share.
Instead, I’m going to drop the seeds of Compassionate Communication, love, light, SELF care, healing and transformation in whatever feels right in the moment.
If you are reading this now, there might be something you can find in what I’ve written that resonates with what you are experiencing right now – and to know you’re not alone.
Sharing What I’ve Learned
Who am I to offer up my life as a story of hope, resilience, humanity, divinity, confusion, shame, guilt, love and light?
Who am I not to? And the same goes for you!
I believe that we are all given the life circumstances we have in order to learn some important message for ourselves and to offer others. Maybe it’s my way of making lemonade, but it’s better than sucking on sour lemons.
Millions of Words
Thousands of entries, stories, poems, prayers, books, thoughts, pictures, musings, tears, triumphs, secrets, confessions, insights, vulnerabilities, successes, failures, distractions, wins, losses, gains.
Scores of unsent letters, private reflections, myriad cogitations, optimistic reveries, painful revelations, embarrassing disclosures, aggrandizing triumphs.
Joys, victories, achievements, conquests, accomplishments.
Breakdowns, letdowns, meltdowns, catastrophes, fiascos, musings.
The way my ego processes.
The ways my Soul inspires.
I want to share it all and trust that the right words reach you at the right time.
I no longer want to worry about “how” to do this. I just want to do it.
So here they are – the millions of words. The seeds of compassion for yourself and others. I’m going to get out of the way, and let go.
I hope they help.