New Website LAUNCHES!

My new website and blog, www.umabode.com, has now officially launched. Please visit it and follow that blog to keep track of me.

Blue Sky Musings is going to slowly wind down. The site will still exist – but not as my primary blog. All of that is changing now. UmaBode dot com is the site I’ve been dreaming of for a while now. I’m so excited, I can hardly sleep at night!

So, go on over, take a look around, see what you find. I hope you enjoy the content that’s already up, and soon there will be MUCH MORE. Featured guests, the Following Bruce adventure, photo galleries, lots of writings…even some vlogging once I get the GoPro I’m planning for. Big plans, people. BIG PLANS.

I hope to see you there.

Officially counting down to the Following Bruce Tour.  www.followingbruce.com takes you directly to that section of my site (pretty nifty)

see you on the road~

Rolling Along

The days are flying by. I’ve made a lot of progress on the new website and it should be launching within next few days. So excited I can’t even explain it.

The reality of what is about to occur is blowing my mind. I know there’s adventure everywhere. I longed for it as child and teenager but somewhere along the way, it all got log jammed. Dead trees, downed dreams, trashed memories. The river of my life slowed to a trickle. It took some time, but dagnammit if the thing ain’t flowing again!

So now as I prepare to launch the website and my first official bucket list adventure, my cells are quivering with aliveness. Nothing feels more important than what I’m doing now. It has nothing to do with metrics or followers or selling something or being seen or heard. It’s just about listening to that inner voice and doing what it says.

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It’s a ripe and exciting time in my life. So much is being offered and I finally am ready to accept it all. I’m committed to fearlessness and spaciousness, abundance and creativity. Nothing’s gonna stop me now.

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I’m creating a new website. It’s going to be a blog – and more than a blog. It’s going to be…

  1. collections of  writings on various topics
  2. a more committed and focused presentation of my photographs
  3. chronicles of my bucket list adventures
  4. and more (yet to be fully defined and discovered)

My hope is that it serves and entertains many. Including you. Once it’s up and running, I will probably not be blogging Blue Sky Musings – the site will stay up, but it probably will not be updated. So, I invite you to follow the new blog once it’s revealed (hopefully by this weekend sometime).

I will post here with a link to the new blog when it’s live.

And, also, I wanted to share the news of my next bucketlist adventure. Starting April 15th, I’m going to follow Bruce Springsteen’s concert tour in the south. Looks like I’ll be hitting the following cities: Nashville, Charlotte, Raleigh, Atlanta, New Orleans and Houston. I’m not (at this point, anyway) planning to do the entire tour. Although, who knows. You make yourself available and ANYTHING could happen!

To say I’m excited is a bit of a freaking understatement. Although there were many years when I wasn’t listening to The Boss, he was a huge part of my life as a teenager and then again in the past decade or so. It’s hard to fully explain what he has meant to me, or why I want to see him so many times. I am hoping that through blogging about my adventures, I will be able to convey the depth of his impact on my psyche and my heart. I know I’m not alone. Just see the movie Springsteen and I to get a sense (if you’re not already on board!).

Resurfacing…

It has been over a YEAR since I posted. It seems hard to believe that, but it is true. This year has been beyond description—the things that really matter have been underground, wordless, shapeless. I have tried to describe them to others, but I find that the only way someone understands is if they have had the same sort of experiences in their lives.

Mysterious healing of old wounds and rifts. Moments of deep depression and anxiety. Experiences of the rightness of the entire journey. Accepting that I am loved beyond measure; recognizing that we all are. Surrendering to trust in the Mystery: it prescribes the perfect journey for me. No other path is needed.

As I emerge, it is indeed like that well-worn metaphor of the caterpillar and the butterfly. Without longing for the cycle to cease, I trust the arising and also the descent. Light and dark. The great blessing of being human.  To be caterpillar and butterfly, and then again—caterpillar, butterfly. Every day, til the heart stops beating, the cycle will carry me, sing to me, call me home to my own heart. It’s not a place of perfect joy. It’s a place of emotional range and brilliant experience.

Hello. Welcome back to my blog. And welcome home to your life. How’s things with you?

i can’t do this anymore

the title is how I feel…so, I’d say, change is in the air

Waking up wondering what the hell I’m doing. There is a solution: to keep busy. But instead, I’m scuba diving down deep into my being. Whatever that is. And searching. For who? For what? For some kind of a clue to a deeper presence and a deeper surrender. To a place of self-honor instead of self-betrayal.

from the Diamond Sutra:

“This is how to contemplate our conditioned existence in this fleeting world: Like a tiny drop of dew, or a bubble floating in a stream; like a flash of lightening in a summer cloud, or a flickering lamp, an illusion, a phantom, or a dream. So is all conditioned existence to be seen. Thus spoke the Buddha.”

sweet surrender

Ahhhh. That is how I feel right now. Accepting what is. The ups and downs. The flowing, changing world inside and outside of my being. My heart is stretching and finding a new shape. A softer path before me, a home inside the world.

The storm of the weeks after the Summit has subsided. In its wake, I found something I’ve sought for a long, long time: peace. Ironically, the peace I’m experiencing is not a state I have attained. It is not a state at all…it is a surrender. A letting go.

There is no longer a sense that I have to be some way, or some one, that I have to show up in a good-looking outfit with my hair just so, in order to be liked. I finally understand something crucial: the more authentic I am in any interaction, in any moment—the more people respond to me, appreciate me, know me and are moved by me. It is one of my roles in this life: to speak of the struggle and to bring it into the light. Everyone struggles. Everyone.

Welcome to the struggle of life. The peace we seek is within us, yes, but not like we generally have thought of it. It cannot be earned, like a good grade; it cannot be controlled. Peace is the boat on the ocean. It goes where the ocean goes.

Hafiz, great sufi poet, said: “Where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.”

Trust the living map of life as it unfolds before you. Know that the life you are living IS the “spiritual path.” Whether you recognize it or not, whether it matches your pictures or not. There is no where to go, no clothes to wear, no practices to adopt that will make you enlightened. Getting enlightened is not the goal, which is a good thing, because it, like peace, is also not attainable.

Surrender. Breathe. Come home to the heart, and live there. Let the heart listen to the soul, the connection to the god of your understanding. Let the heart be the instrument of seeing, and let the body-mind be ever in service to the heart.

This may not make sense, you may not have read this far. But if you have, thank you. I hope these words reach somewhere in you, that they bring you some amount of rest and peace. For me, the journey continues. I’m in search of a new home, and will be house sitting for the next 3 weeks or so in some lovely places. I am blessed; truly blessed.

I have followed my heart to Austin and here I am. I don’t know what the future holds; I have no plans beyond December. The only promise in following my heart is that I will then dwell in my heart. Which is plenty enough reward for this one.

Letting the days go by, water flowing underground. Into the blue again, in the silent water.