Thursday, August 20, 2009

Grace under Pressure

How do we keep our cool when the temperature rises in our blood? Do we count to ten and breathe deep like our elementary school guidance counselors used to tell us, or do we take the stress in and spit it out with volcanic eruptions?

This weekend in New England, the barometric pressure is high, a storm is brewing and celestially and energetically we are all being affected. So keeping our cool is being put to the test. More on that after I reread and recap a recent astrological report that shook me up a bit with warnings.

In any case, and there are many out there, try this during an emotional thunder storem: shut your eyes, look inward at your third eye (the calm) and try to heed your intuition's silent advice which is to just be still. Let it rain, Let it rain, Let it rain, but remain the calm in the eye of the storm.

Let every mean and cruel, volatile word or action swirl around you and stay still, even when you are accused of avoiding the situation, stay calm and yes breath a whirl of fresh ocean air in and about the rocky coastline of your being, now bruised and a bit eroded, but still beautiful and full of Grace.

Accept the storm, know it will pass, and prepare to no longer accept the damage and violations to your spirit that your unsettled feelings have stirred. Be the beach at low tide and just let the seaweed and driftwood find a still place to settle on your shore, knowing that the calm is always the best place to be in a storm, even in the midst of it.

hOMe Shanti Shanti Shanti

Saturday, August 8, 2009

I lost a Dear Friend and the world lost a Soulful Teacher- Mike Occhi, Dec.17, 1963-July 30, 2009

DEATH is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
“Dissolve,” says Death.
The Spirit, “Sir,I have another trust.”
Death doubts it, argues from the ground
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence.
An overcoat of clay

Emily Dickinson

Although Emily Dickinson died in the mid 1800's she left poetry and teachings that are her legacy, and hence continues to inspire and change people's worlds by her words. My dear friend Michael Occhi was an English teacher inspired by Emily's soulful prose. He too has passed and left admirers and students in his wake, raw with grief yet inspired by his example and teachings. Mike led a life lived with compassion and kindness for others. Mike's genuine regard for all living things was a conviction. It was surrounded by his heart, not by piousness, but by an unpretentious self assurance that his way (genuine compassion) was the only way for him to live.

Mike's soul picked him to lead such a life of giving and compassion. His Soul and God got lucky, for he fulfilled a great deal on his path and fulfilled so much of his life's purpose. Teaching High School English in Central Falls for fourteen years was a big part of his dharma, and many, many lives can attest to it's worthiness. Mike is now helping God with even greater work, but even within the circumstances of his tragic death Mike continues to teach. And for all of us that are so fortunate to have known him, we can learn from his Grace to walk to the beat of our own drum, and to fulfill our dharma.


A teacher is a person who can inspire someone else to be interested in a subject. Someone who is enthusiastic about something; to impart the knowledge of; to give intelligence concerning; to inculcate as true or important; to exhibit impressively; to direct, as an instructor; to manage, as a preceptor; to guide the studies of. Teaching is one of God’s highest callings for His children ... ask God it might be you !

Mike dwelled with peace in his heart, awareness in his mind and grace in his deeds.