The Sway of My Voice

Over the past year I have given time and geography their liberty with certain matters of my heart. Both have served me well. The doubt and skepticism that once anchored my being have given way to a fresh perspective and a determination not to allow the past to have any more power than I have already surrendered. In fact, the past and the persons who once occupied that space of former time hold no power whatsoever.

Neither magic nor volition unraveled the defensive web that once spun around my heart. On the contrary, it is what I like to refer to as “my quiet cooperation with the Universe” that charts my present course; illuminating a pathway which promises me the gift of my deepest desires; to love and to be loved in the manner in which I am most deserving.

This time last year I was negotiating with the Creator with my lists, prayers and affirmations. Not anymore. I have learned the power of a simple whisper into the ear of the Universe, the value of waiting in confident silence; moving in an abundance of confidence; and watching with eternal gratitude the manifestation of my desires.

My constant challenge is to make certain that the desires of my heart are constantly aligned with the sway of my voice. It should be your challenge as well; so that when you tell the Universe that you want love and wealth, abhorrence and poverty are not inadvertently invited in; when you request health and creativity, your voice does not mistakenly petition illness and lack of originality; and when vision and intellect require consideration; your life is not contradicted by the imprudent visor of thoughtless expression.

Later this month, I will close the door on my 47^th year of existence and open the door to the 48^th.  I will enter another year with immeasurable gratitude and fully aware of the range and sway of my own voice. It will be a great 48; filled with the promise of love and prosperity; inspiration and well-being; as well as revelation and understanding. Because I say so.

Selah.

Camille

Passion Speak

I fear that “passion” may one day be reduced to a common emotion, much the same way that “love” has been in some instances relegated to a place absent of its most mystical meaning.

People describe their “passion” for one thing or another, as a matter of routine these days; as if having an emblazoned desire for their purpose is the latest fad.

Most disheartening, I think, is that most of the talk about passion is just talk. Whether on my daily trek to my office or in casual conversation, people are talking, and very few are taking action. The excuses for not acting on ideas, utilizing talents or maximizing opportunities laying in wait are compelling, mundane and many times without sufficient merit.

My decision to follow my passions (writing and teaching) was thoughtful, enthused and tenacious. But most important, it was absolutely necessary. I am responsible for my happiness, and I owe the Creator the recompense of my talent, creativity and intellect. Every sentence that I fashion; every poem that I compose; and every book that is realized by my hand is an offering. It is my honor to present them to the audience of Universe.

I am hopeful for the “passion of passion”; that its meaning and truth are never bent beyond recognition. I promise to do my part to retain passion’s mystery; and to let love have its way; to not be complicit in their demise in my world. I invite you to do the same.

Selah,

Camille

Crossroads

“For the enlightened mind, the end celebrates a beginning.”

—Camille Gray, Ph.D.

I have fallen asleep the past few nights thinking of my closest friends, all of whom, to varying degrees, are experiencing the temporary discomfort of having to make life-changing decisions.

At this juncture and to my dismay, I am but a concerned onlooker in the pied-à-terre of their lives, relegated to be present for and with them without the ability to offer much more than my open heart, my love and a listening ear. It is within the veracity of this helplessness that I feel compelled to examine the place and purpose of my presence in the lives of my most precious company.

This is a largely counterintuitive undertaking. As a student of enlightenment, I am remiss in my efforts to make sense out of what simply “is”. As a mere mortal, however, I am preoccupied with the realities of cause and effect, and how “what is” affects me. To wit, my ego is winking; trying to coax me into a level of self-preservation, cleverly disguised as a “need to know”. It is tempting me into a fear of an uncertain future. It is a reckoning in which I intend to meet straight on.

This requires that I give my time and attention to making sure that I remain at the top of my own “to do” list; that I remain present in my own life, proactively and courageously attuned to the happy and whole life to which I aspire and deserve. It means that I care enough about myself and others to refrain from unwittingly assuming responsibility for pursuits of happiness other than my own.

My sense is that some alliances will fall by the wayside on the crossroads of mutual decision-making; some sooner than others. Rather than allow the disappointment of that reality its desired power, I choose to appreciate it.

In doing so, I am free from the perception of time as an obligation; no longer compelled to remain in a place because of an unfortunate contract with a calendar or a watch. I am liberated to join the celebration of transformation, without the egotistical mourning associated with holding on to what must necessarily change.

Regardless of the span, circumstance or outcome, I believe that there is mutual purpose in the movement and appearance of every person in our lives. The purpose may not be readily apparent; but the place is constant confirmation.

Selah!

Camille

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