Capturing Eternity's Moments

One reason for defining what my name means in my first entry was to set the stage for this blog as an outlet for cultivating identity through creativity, process, truth-telling, authentic discoveries. I'm on a holistic, mind-body-soul-spirit journey towards Truth and a satisfying life.  

“He has planted eternity into every human heart.” Ecclesiastes 3.11

Whatever your background, whatever identity, title, role, community you connect with or not, we all have a heartbeat created and sustained by the same Giver of Life. I’m learning to steer off the path of titles because I myself have had an inner struggle with being labeled: "Minority" "Jewish" "Christian" "American" "missionary", from "student" to "teacher", "yogi" "writer" "musician" "artist". Never one label has defined or articulated all that I am or do. I've found limitations in the labels and failure to live fully in them. My instinct had been to pour my entire self into one thing, only to find that it was all too small to encompass who I truly am. I am all of those things, and more.

A few years ago, I used my blog Simply Boldly Alive to try to articulate this journey of faith and authentic living. At that time I was going through my Holy Yoga instructor certification program, and thought my future dreams would all sprout from that role and title. Truly it has been an honor to guide and instruct Holy Yoga classes, to teach the Word of God, serve the Lord to catalyze worship within the body, and encourage others in their spiritual growth and expression of devotion to Him. But then, I lost the ability (freedom) to practice my own yoga practice. And then, my identity along with it. Though I was still passionately following and devoted to Jesus, I stopped wanting to be identified as a "Christian". I was told: Christians can't do yoga...(a lie)! Outwardly, I looked like one; but inwardly I couldn't identify in the same way and keep my own integrity. Today, I'm finding the balance.

Simply Boldly Alive and most of its content have been lost. Many things have been lost. Yet, the journey to pursue an authentic, whole life goes on. I'm leaning into a bigger picture and bigger dreams with God for this world. I wrote this poem about the loss of the recorded process of that journey. 

Found
Perhaps one million words I’ve lost—
words from a pure heart of passion.
Some that truly mattered,
and others with distinct meaning,
all trying to find their place
in the abyss of significance.
Some colorful, some peculiar,
these species of words I’ve written,
now kept within the universe,
unseen, worth keeping.
Still, the same heart,
persistent,
continues writing on.

.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
Can you think of something or someone that you [feel] you've lost?
How has the experience of losing helped you to find a new or buried aspect of your own life?


If you’re experiencing a time a loss now, there is hope! God "will not crush a [weak] reed under His heel or blow out a smoldering candle until He has led justice and righteousness to FINAL VICTORY. All the world will find its hope in His name." Matthew 12.20-21

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