Category Archives: Sj’s Musings

The Pieces Make the Whole.

Jagged edges slide into grooves,       

a pattern of irregular shapes              

a pattern                                              

beautiful in its complexity.         

       

Heartache smoothed by grace.           

Bits of loss reformed.                         

The pieces make the whole.         

     

Expectations                                      

rigid and firm                                     

shattered to bits,                                  

by Grace reformed.                     

       

A new model.                                     

A new whole.                                     

The pieces make the whole.             

 

sj hylton lehoven — 17 may 2024
Sj, small kid time

OMG.

Today,

                   right now,

                               I  celebrate

Me !!!

My capacity to love,

                   to accept,

                               to be in life,

as it is,

                   right now.

Trusting, trusting, trusting,

come what may.

sj – 16 october 2023

Mahalo Ke Akua


that’s my family — mom, dad, aunt, siblings and two best friends — moi ? front row, second from the left

It’s the process . . .

It’s always about the process.

Lake Titikaka, Peru

Somewhere in Peru

It’s reassuring to know that I am simply the vehicle for my soul’s journey.

Not that I’m driving this vehicle, but I am the vehicle.

Destiny is the driver.

And when sadness brushes against my cheek, my heart swallows me whole.

Furry companions

greet me

at every turn.

Mahalo Ke Akua

Apu, my host while riding high above Cuzco, Peru
A black cat

I just started texting my cat, Larry

And it feels good. ;-)

Does she reply? you ask.

No, but it just feels good somehow to send it, to let her know how I’m doing, what’s going on.

Unconditional love is an amazing thing—no matter how it appears.

Mahalo ke Larry Thécat

The Universe has Pedrata's and everyone's back . . . always.

Every moment . . .

of our life, the Universe has our back.

Every moment

of

our

life,

the Universe

has our back.

EVERY moment

of our life,

the Universe

has our back.

Every moment . . .

The Eagle, so wise

Dear Friends,

Ages have passed since I last posted. Being a social hermit suits me, I find. One of the beautiful aspects of the aging process is the clear understanding that we all have to live according to our own unique rhythm and style — even, or perhaps especially, in the midst of global upheaval and change.

Just a few moments ago, I felt a tap on my heart to share the bonus section I added to the 2nd edition of my book My Life as a Mule, and so I shall. I realize that my book is a strange creation to most readers . . . and yet, I could not have written it any other way.

May the *Eagle’s wise words bring you solace and hope.

With warm Aloha,

* Sj *

*Below in bold.

CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET?

or

DO I HAVE TO?

“Molly, wake up.”

The counselor gently tugged the Mare’s mane. Her reaction—to roll onto her other side while remaining asleep—effectively pushed Miss Betsy off the narrow bed and onto the aged pine floor.

“Molly,” the Rabbit persisted, “you need to wake up.” Again, Miss Betsy tumbled to the floor.

The third try charmed Molly into opening her eyes. “Minnie?” she asked, yawning until the counselor clearly saw that this camper had ample room for wisdom teeth.

“It’s Miss Betsy,” she whispered. “I need for you to quietly get out of bed. Please don’t awaken the others. I’ll explain everything outside.”

She quickly hopped out the door and waited for Molly to join her.

As Molly wiped the sleep from her eyes, Miss Betsy spelled out what was happening: One, you’re the Indian Princess for Cabin Six; two, you are not to speak or the title will be revoked; three, the ceremony will take place at the campfire.

Speckles of light fell through the trees joining a swarm of fireflies. A silent parade traipsed through the freckled woods, heading towards a distant burnt-orange glow where Butch stood at the end of the trail waving a lamp for all to see. One-by-one he steered the solemn marchers towards the logs. Once seated, he too joined them in facing the hot blue fire.

Steam from the day’s earlier downpour filled the hollow basin, matching the fog in Molly’s mind. The somber group waited in silence until the great Eagle stepped through the mist. His wings, spread wide, flapped slowly, clearing the air and sending warmth on the cool summer night to the yawning campers.

“Indian Princess, hear me. Look not to this world. Its signposts have been marred with time. Look to the heavens and go within. All that you seek, you already possess. The earth is our Mother. Nature, our family. Treat one another with respect.

Compassion is your Queen, be worthy. Kindness your King, honor him.

As part of the whole, there is no other you. Play your role well.

Live, breathe, and soar. Though the ground may pull, the power of flight is yours.

Trust in yourself and all that is.

Secret Handshakes are a fool’s game. Do you hear my words?”

Yes, the novices nodded.

“Then remember, be who you are, and accept others the same.

At each passing year, trade your shoes for a day with those of another. Feel their pain and discover it is yours. Feel their sorrow and know your own grief. Rejoice in our connection. Together we are one.

Now go. Live the life you are meant to live, and show others the way.”

Molly must have returned to her cabin with Miss Betsy, though she did not remember. What lingered was a feeling of responsibility, for her actions, words and dreams.

We’re connected. I must remember . . .

Excerpt from My Life as a Mule: a fictionalized memoir or a memoir with a twist by Sj Hylton LeHoven, 2nd edition

There are so many layers . . .

There are so many layers to things.

The things we say.

The things we do.

We’re constantly weaving a fabric with our thoughts, words, and deeds.

A fabric that covers the entire planet.

IS the entire planet.

An interlacing of all that we are.

So many threads!

Each

a part

of

the

Whole.

sjhl – april 11, 2020

Being in the Now

Being in the Now.

What does that mean exactly?

How can we just BE in this moment when there’s so much to do!

Projects.

People to see.

Bills to pay.

Life to live.

Earlier today I saw this word online: Focus.

A popular online personality said that she is going to make it her main word for the year –FOCUS. As in focus and get things done.

Okay, I thought, Yes, I do seem to get a lot done when I focus. It is definitely how I’ve been conditioned to BE in this world in order to be a productive, contributing member of society.

And yet . . .

There’s soooo much beauty. Soooo much peace when I’m BEing in the now. Savoring each breath. Noticing what’s going on around me. Within me.

And then I thought of TRUST. What it means to trust.

Okay, if I’m telling myself I need to focus. Put myself on some kind of a schedule. THEN I’m telling myself that I HAVE TO be that way in order to be productive. In order to accomplish whatever. Be a good citizen. Contribute to society at large.

And if I don’t, well, I’ll be a failure. Tossed about at the whim of whatever pulls my attention this way or that.

*****

And that brought me to some day in time when an image of a boat being tossed about at sea was the topic du jour. The warning of what can happen when one lives a life unplanned. Unfocused.

*****

And yet . . . when I reflect on my life, I recognize how unconventionally I’ve been living. How I have been letting myself be pulled this way and that by whatever is grabbing my attention in the moment. And still . . . in the midst of it all, I have been productive. Have accomplished things that could be considered successful to the outside world.

All while letting go and allowing the current to take me where it will.

*****

Okay, Sj, what are you trying to say?

Well, I think I’m trying to say that it’s possible to do both. To BE in the now and also focus on whatever interests us in the moment.

Because I’m realizing that being focused is as much a part of my nature as is daydreaming.

When I read a good book, I get lost in it. That’s focusing.

When I’m writing whatever, I get lost in it. That’s also focusing.

And when I used to compete in sports, I’d get lost in the moment. Thinking of nothing else except what I was doing. Another form of focusing.

And ALL part of my nature. Who I am.

So . . . on this Saturday morning when I thought I’d be out the door by now, I’ve been pulled to sit and write. To think and reflect.

Was it wrong? Should I have been doing something else?

No.

Because I’ve come to trust this guidance so well.

To trust my soul’s promptings.

It’s gotten me to where I am now. And this now is really, really good. ;-)

xoxox Sj xoxox

P.S. I made an Sj from the Heart video a few weeks back called “Being in the Now.” I had it scheduled to post on YouTube sometime in March (another video was going to be posted today), but . . . in the way that life just keeps unfolding and continually showing me that I’m not in charge, I changed which video would post today to the one you see below (to match this blog post). And there you go. Life is always, always changing, and we’re always, always being guided. ;-)

P.P.S. The image above is of a shower curtain, lol, being tossed about at sea. It is available for purchase if you like it. No, I don’t make any profit off of that, lol. Just find it funny that the image I found that I like is for a shower curtain. Also saw that it comes as a mouse pad and rug. Again, lol.