Monthly Archives: October 2012

Random Thought on Spirituality…..

My favorite professor at Seattle U was a 72 year old Jesuit.  In his world religion class – the very first thing he said was “I hate the catholic church but at my age what else am I going to do?”  God I love the Jesuits!  Anyway – he shared his perception regarding the difference between religion and spirituality by pointing our attention to their latin roots.  Religion’s root Religio simply means to ‘bind’.  You can be bound to anything – your job, your golf handicap, relationships, limiting beliefs, dogma, prejudice, your pet, your bank balance, your title, etc.  I get the sense of the external in the word ‘religion’….

Spirituality’s latin root Spirare means “to breath”.  Breath is life.  Regardless of what we experience in our lives – we have to breath to keep on living – period.  Breath doesn’t judge, perceive, qualify, analyze, et al – it just IS.  Largely – by our autonomic nervous system – we aren’t even choosing to breath – to live we don’t have a choice – breath IS life.  I get the sense of the internal in the word ‘spirituality’.

Tell me if the logic bears out – participation in any religion is a choice but spirituality is not.  We are all spiritual beings – consciously or not – aware or not – in agreement or not.  To me – embracing that power of divine internal breath – allows us to dive deeply into all the experiences of our lives – free of any constraints of judgement that may hold us back from the full journey.  Rather like Life…

There’s a Dante’s Inferno in each of us – can we allow ourselves the gift of that journey in and through our own particular hell and see the beauty of the experience when we surface?

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Raiana Golden – all rights reserved

The Invitation….

Poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer – Indian Elder

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.

I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.

I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams,

for the adventure of being.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.

I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,

courtesy of Paul Smit

if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own;

if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,

or to remember the limitations of being a human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling is true.

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;

if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see the beauty even when it’s not pretty every day,

Courtesy of Paul Smit

and if you can source your life from ITS presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,

and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,


It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,

weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you are, or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls

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I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and,

 if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Enough Said……

Author unknown

This is a perfect reminder that change only comes from Within first – then – and only then – it is reflected Without…..

Is Anybody Listening…

courtesy of Paul Smit

I’m reaching for silence

Is anybody listening?

Silence has so many definitions and I only need one…

is anybody listening?

Do you care? Do you see?  Do You care what you see?



She’s just overwhelmed….. we understand…..




Until…. there is None….

Until….. there is All…….

(Raiana Golden – 2012 – all rights reserved)

Looking Past a Particular Horizon…

Looking out at the horizon line seems just that – a line.  A parameter. A fence.  A limit.  Something I can’t see beyond so my world view, perspectives and sense of what’s possible tends to be colored only by what I can see.  What if I challenge myself to close my eyes and see beyond my particular horizon and color outside that line?

courtesy of Gary Sutton