Tag: Debra Basham

  • Simple Understanding

      Once upon a time…
      there was the simple understanding
      that to sing at dawn and
      to sing at dusk was
      to heal the world through joy.
      The birds still remember
      what we have forgotten,
      that the world is meant to be celebrated.
      ~Terry Tempest Williams

    June has been a very full month…. On June 22, I enjoyed a Day of Silence with St. Joseph Sangha and Empty Circle Zen. On June 29, I enjoyed a Yoga Retreat with Kathy Zerler. We did Hatha Yoga, then we each selected a rock created just for us for our retreat by friends Bobbie Roloff and Debbie Charleston. We thoroughly enjoyed Amy’s reading Everybody Needs A Rock by Byrd Baylor with pictures by Peter Parnall. In silence and gratitude we feasted on an amazing lunch before doing a Yoga Nidra exercise and having our closing circle. Om….

    All of this was timed perfectly in my life as the office suites were being remediated and my husband was undergoing medical tests following some ongoing symptoms and a mini-episode. This same week, his cousin’s son (at the tender age of 34) was receiving an LVAD. LVAD or left ventricular assist device, is a pump used for patients who have reached end-stage heart failure.

    I don’t know when I first heard the Birthday Dirge, but the opening lines are Death and gloom and black despair, People dying everywhere, but one does not have to sing a dirge to know that the conditions of human life can be challenging. What is the most beautiful truth about life, though, is how even difficulties and obstacles produce strength and compassion.

    We went with several friends to see the film Rocketman. Rocketman is a 2019 biographical musical based on the life of musician Elton John. At one point, as his mother was speaking so unskillfully, I whispered, “I hope someone in our row is breathing.” It is not an easy film to watch. His life was littered with such painful experiences. However, HE rose up out of the ashes and that is what really matters.

    The first day of July is my brother-in-law’s birthday. He passed two years ago. His life, too, had been littered with pain, and he too rose up out of the ashes of cancer to overcome addiction and soften into his authentic being.

    While it is true we are not all musical prodigy, this week—every day of every week—we all have the stuff that helps us grow. And the simple understanding as Terry Tempest Williams and the birds remember is that the world is meant to be celebrated.

    Here is the rock that selected me at the yoga retreat:

  • Raining Spoons

    Sacred Stories

    Today’s Sacred Story was published in the book: Today’s Gift. The author is anonymous.

    “There were two women who shared a house and raised their daughters, two toddlers, together. Then one of the women got transferred to another city and moved with her daughter.

    “Ten years later, they had a reunion. The mothers asked their kids what they remembered about living together. Did they remember all the books? No. Did they remember a mom in the kitchen every morning, fixing eggs and toast? No.

    “What they remembered was playing in the pink bathtub for hours, pulling the pink shower curtain shut for privacy. And the morning the mothers sneaked in, turned off the lights, threw plastic cups and spoons over the curtain and cried, “It’s raining spoons!” They laughed and laughed.

    “We are lucky in this life – our minds think laughter is what’s worth remembering.

    “What laughter from yesterday can I remember today?”

    Sacred Stories are everywhere. Each day you are provided evidence that life is wonderful. Pay attention to what is happening in your life, including what you happen to read today. Do you have a story to share? Send email to debra@scs-matters.com.

  • Dorothy – It’s a Small World

    Sacred Stories

    He was on a boat ride with neighbors of the friends they were visiting in Florida. He was making polite conversation (small talk) with the wife.

    He said to her, “I understand you are from Wisconsin. What part?”

    She told him the town that they currently live in, and then she mentioned the town she grew up in.

    He said, “My sister-in-law grew up in that town. Did you know Dorothy (and he gave Dorothy’s maiden name)?”

    “We were classmates in high school!” she enthusiastically responded.

    A quick phone call to Dorothy, and she and Dorothy were enjoying a conversation!!!

    It’s such a small world…. what are the odds?

    These are sacred stories. Pay attention to happenings in your life. Do you have a story to share? Send email to debra@scs-matters.com.

  • Overcoming….

    In wonderful ways, life is always providing us opportunities of overcoming amidst chaos. I met a man, Captain Ed, who had a brain aneurysm in 2014, and describes himself as a walking miracle. After hearing some of what he has been overcoming, I asked him, “What were you saved FOR?”

    He went on to share about his business! Imagine a pirate-themed candy store, connected to a furniture store, run by a guy who loves dressing in character, a mindful man who has great passion to help kids love and learn to read. Welcome to Captain Ed’s Furniture in Michigan City, Indiana. From the website:

    Captain Ed’s began as a TV and Radio shop in 1960. It still carries TVs, but has added several products to its inventory including living room furniture, appliances, dining room, bedroom and kids room at affordable prices. We offer several financing options on all of these items including layaway and rent-to-own. Captain Ed’s also features a Candy Store with the world’s largest ship shaped candy counter, vintage record shop and entertainment exchange.

    Captain Ed’s gives back to its community whenever it is possible. It sponsors community events such as the Michigan City Cardboard Boat Dash, The Michigan City Police Department’s Easter Egg Hunt and Boo at the Zoo. It also sponsors local charities such as The Worthy Women Recovery Home and The Sandcastle Homeless Shelter. Captain Ed’s also operates a children’s’ reading program through its candy store. The program awards “Golden Tickets” to elementary students good for 1/4lb of the world’s greatest gummies from Albanese Candy Factory.

    During the school year, the local schools award these “Golden Tickets” to students based on how many points they earn when they take their Accelerated Reader tests. During the summer Captain Ed’s passes out “Captain Ed’s Ship’s Reading Logs” which are initialed by the child’s parent or guardian for reading 15 minutes a day, 7 days in a row. When a child brings in a “Golden Ticket” or reading log they also get to pick out a book from Captain Ed’s Library. In 2014 Captain Ed’s awarded 2 tons of candy through this program.

    I do not know who Ed was before his near death experience, but it is well-recognized that we do change. 31 years ago, Lesley Lupo died for 14 minutes after being trampled by horses, but it’s what happened in those 14 minutes that many people have a hard time believing, because not everyone has had a near death experience.

    “I popped out of my body and I stood about 15 feet away, and this was mind-blowing for me because I didn’t have any spiritual inclinations,” said Lupo, who wrote the book, “Remember, Every Breath is Precious: Dying Taught Me How to Live”.

    Tara Brach knows this truth.

    If you would like to strengthen this truth, enjoy True Refuge, a podcast with Tara Brach, and learn a process of self-compassion she gives the acronym RAIN:

    Recognize what you are feeling
    Allow (give your consent to) the experience of unease and discomfort
    Investigate your underlying beliefs and inquire into what you need
    Non-identification with the story of the “small self” that is failing at this or that, and a return to open, loving presence

    Captain Ed knows this truth….

  • Word for the Day

    Sacred Stories

    It was Christmas day. She had just finished reading Barbara Brodsky’s channeled message from Jeshua, when, not 30 seconds later, she opened this email:

    What a perfect Christmas message! She smiled….

    ‘Word for the Day’ is free. Go to Gratefulness.org to sign up now.

    These are sacred stories. Pay attention to happenings in your life. Do you have a story to share? Send email to debra@scs-matters.com.

  • Red and Blue

    I love color, and I am also fascinated by shapes. In my next life I might like to study sacred geometry. This image came up when I searched “What color does blue and red make?”

    My question about what color you get by mixing red and blue resulted from a recent post-puzzling conversation with two dear friends.

    Here is the photo of Linda and me with our completed puzzle, snapped by our hostess:

    Linda found it incomprehensible that neither Kathy nor I know which US party is represented by red, and which US party is blue!

    Our conversation had begun with questions about what I had learned at the recent Dharma Path Intensive. An inner journey is not easy to explain. When the word ‘politics’ came up, I said I could recall having heard Abraham Hicks say, “Politics is just outside of the vortex.”

    The next question was, “What is the vortex?”

    I was now trying to speak Buddhism, Abraham Hicks, and DebraESE. For this blog post, I will add some WilberESE to the mix!

    Maybe the questions about mixing the colors of red and blue might make things a bit more clear. The answer seems to depend if you are referring to pigment or light. Commonly people think about pigment. Mixing blue and red pigment, would result in purple or violet.

    However, if you are referring to light, which is additive color, mixing red and blue light produces magenta. Yikes….

    I found this reference to magenta online. It comes from Integral Theory (levels of consciousness) by Ken Wilber: Magenta Altitude tends to be the home of egocentric drives, a magical worldview, and impulsiveness. It is expressed through magic/animism, kin-spirits, and such. Young children primarily operate with a magenta worldview. Magenta in any line of development is fundamental, or ‘square one’ for any and all new tasks. Magenta emotions and cognition can be seen driving cultural phenomena.

    I am working with a few others to develop a blog called Words of Light, where the teachings of Aaron (as channeled by Barbara Brodsky) will be made available. This is a snip from one blog entry:

    The whole Earth is in process of growing through from the lowest level of consciousness, which has a very heavy vibrational frequency, to a higher and higher and higher consciousness. Just as you cannot rush the 2-year-old into the next level of consciousness, but must allow gradual transition, you cannot rush the Earth and the sentient life upon the Earth.

    But, just as your willingness to explain to the 2-year-old even though he doesn’t yet understand—to hold the door open to the next level of consciousness—is vital to his shifting into that higher level of consciousness, so your willingness to hold the door open is essential to the shift in consciousness in the Earth….

    We were all two. We were all teens.

    Also in that post, Aaron makes it clear that the levels of consciousness are not like floors in a building. They are more like intersecting planes. When lower levels of consciousness arise in us (Aaron says this happens in all of us), by being able now to see it for what it is, you do not get caught up in those early beliefs.

    Think of an election, not as two forces in opposition to each other, but really the higher consciousness inviting the lower consciousness.

    Higher consciousness is making the clear statement, “You cannot stay hidden there in such early childhood consciousness. You must move out.”

    Now this has my mind going to Wilber’s Turquoise Attitude…. Turquoise is a mature integral view, one that sees not only healthy hierarchy but also the various quadrants of human knowledge, expression, and inquiry (at the minimum: I, we, and it). Turquoise is the first to begin to integrate Spirit as a living force in the world (manifested through any or all of the 3 Faces of God: “I”—e.g. the “No self” or “witness” of Buddhism; “we/thou”—e.g. the “great other” of Christianity, Judaism, Hinduism, Islam, etc.; or “it”—e.g. the “Web of Life” as seen in Taoism, Pantheism, etc.).

    Perhaps I should do a search asking what two colors make turquoise….

  • Healing Stone

    Sacred Stories

    She had been called by a colleague to assist him at the bedside of a patient who was passing.

    She had been gifted a special healing stone that had come from John of God, a powerful healer in rural, central, Brazil.

    She knew she wanted that healing stone with her. She quickly placed the stone in her pocket, and drove to the facility.

    As she arrived, she could not find the stone!

    She hoped it had not been lost.

    Just as she walked through the door to the patient’s room, the patient took his last breath and transitioned peacefully.

    Reaching into her pocket again, there was her special healing stone!

    These are sacred stories. Pay attention to happenings in your life. Do you have a story to share? Send email to debra@scs-matters.com.

  • Hay Bale!

    Sacred Stories

    She was driving to a bridal shower in a nearby town when a hay bale fell off a farm truck, bounced off the vehicle directly in front of her, before bursting against her windshield!

    Shredded pieces of hay were in her grill, under her hood, and jammed into every orifice along the front end of her vehicle.

    She did not miss the coincidence that the bride’s family owned a business called Hey Belle!

    These are sacred stories. Pay attention to happenings in your life. Do you have a story to share? Send email to debra@scs-matters.com.

  • Lessons from the Mold

    I am just back from a retreat/intensive with the Deep Spring Dharma Path group. This group is a two-year commitment to daily practice, weekly meetings, and twice-yearly intensives. I said this morning I have not yet found my feet, but I know where I left them, and I assume they are still there waiting for me.

    That is how grace works.

    We heard truth articulated over and over. When it is lost, where is joy? Peace? Love? Trust? Hope? You fill in the blank.

    Barbara Brodsky, founder and guiding teacher of Deep Spring Meditation Center, announced that she had seen two horses in the middle of the road as she was nearing Triple Crane Monastery in Chelsea (Michigan) where the retreat was being held. Barbara, concerned for the horses, pulled into the driveway. Seeing no one around, she honked the horn a few times. Barbara is deaf, and she has some physical challenges walking. She did not deem it feasible for her to leave her vehicle and walk to the barn to see if she could find the owner of the horses. Reluctantly, she drove on to the retreat.

    Aaron, the discarnate teacher whom Barbara channels, spoke to her. I am paraphrasing here. “If you are going to be here, be here. Or get some one to go with you and go back to check on the farmer and the horses. Either is OK, you did what you could. If you decide to be here, let it go, trusting that all shall be well.”

    As this was being shared, my mind had gone to a massage therapist in my office. Just before I drove to Chelsea, we had met with the owner of our building, the property manager, and a mold remediation professional. This therapist’s room was discovered to have an unacceptable level of active Aspergillus mold spores. For people with healthy immune systems, breathing in Aspergillus isn’t harmful. However, for one who is allergic, or those with weakened immune systems, breathing in Aspergillus spores can cause an infection in the lungs or sinuses which can spread to other parts of the body.

    This therapist has a known allergy to mushrooms, and also has some immune deficiency. A perfect storm….

    Many times throughout the retreat my thoughts would go to her. I have great compassion for what she is going through. She has only been in practice for one year, much of that year she has been feeling ill. Financially and emotionally she is drained.

    I also have great compassion for the owner of the building, and truly for everyone affected, including myself.

    At retreat I would gently remind myself to be present with the thoughts and emotions, and to remember to be here now. I was at the retreat.

    I had a precious connection with my roommate, and I worked a lot in the kitchen! One way I deal with stress is to clean. This is going to come in handy with remediation….

    We received Darshan (a Blessing) from ‘The Mother’— a very loving being whom Barbara also channels. I was told, “You are a sunbeam. A sunbeam is not diminished in any way by shining its light. Nor does it wonder, ‘Have I shined enough?’ This is a place for you to release. You are that sunbeam.”

    Oh, my, goodness!

    We received reminders to deepen our intention, and to notice where our true power is. If we feel contracted energy, we were instructed to just notice: fear, sadness, doubt, uncertainty, anger. Say to yourself, “I concentrate this contraction in service to all beings who feel _____.”

    Many years ago, a group of friends worked at another office which flooded (with gray water!) and had to go through remediation. Feelings are close to the surface as I am remembering all of that now. Every day humans are facing threat. Every day humans are experiencing harm. But as we heard—we are not just mammals. We are also awakened beings.

    From my retreat journal: You don’t have to be fully awake to be fully awake! You who can see the light, rest in the light. Guide others without going into the darkness.

    We did quite a bit of sitting, but we also enjoyed learning through play. Here I am STANDING on a balance ball (with the help of others who would catch me if I started to fall).

    And here is one of my Dharma sisters flying a kite.

    Where does joy go? Or humility? Where is justice when it is lost?

    In Buddhism, these fruits of the spirit are called the Paramitas, or the Ten Perfections.

    None are truly lost. All want to be invited back.

    How do I invite something without grasping? “I have set it in motion by my intention. If it is for highest good, it will happen.”

    I was humbled to remember that mold, like a weed in the garden, or the mosquito on my hand, is a sentient being. Can I open my heart to the mold, too, knowing it cannot stay, but cleaning it out with love? Reading about mold: By decomposing organic matter, molds play a big part in material biodegradation, enabling decay and rot necessary in all ecosystems.

    May all beings remember these valuable lessons about life, including lessons from the mold.

  • Angel in a Laundromat

    Sacred Stories

    After her young husband had died, almost 25 years earlier, she had sold their home. Preparing to leave, she looked back into their now empty living room. A folded piece of paper was lying in the middle of the floor.

    She was feeling so lonely, broken, and lost.

    She picked up the paper and unfolded it, and read, “God loves you and has a wonderful plan for your life.”

    She never knew where that folded piece of paper came from—it was just lying there in the middle of her empty living room floor. She knew that message was meant for her.

    Twenty five years later she writes about another experience:

    Today, my husband and I were in a laundromat. There was a young boy, dressed in a suit, doing his laundry. He and my husband began to talk. The young man told my husband he had gone to church and was washing and drying his clothes because their dryer had broken. That is the same reason we were there.

    The young man’s dad is was in a wheel chair.

    The young man was such a happy guy, just smiling and doing his laundry.

    I told my husband what a great kid he was, and I wondered aloud how old he was.

    As I was on the other side of the wall folding blankets, and I could hear my husband talking to the young man again. My husband said, “My wife commented on what a nice young man you are, how old are you?”

    I heard the young man say he was 14. He and my husband were still talking as I went out and loaded blankets in the car.

    When I came back in to get the rest of our clothes, my husband said the young man had told him he had a message for me.

    The message was:”God has a plan for you.”

    I almost fell over.

    To my husband, that was just something very nice that young boy said to me, but to me it was another direct message to me. I was familiar with the message.

    Thank you, God, for always reminding me you’re in control and have a plan for my life. And thank you to that beautiful angel in that young man whose words touched my heart.

    Angels are always around us if we just listen.

    These are sacred stories. Pay attention to happenings in your life. Do you have a story to share? Send email to debra@scs-matters.com.