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January 14, 2010 By: Pamela Wright Category: Living with Intention, Mind Body Spirit


Socrates considered it a gift, an inner voice he adhered to without question in all matters. It never directed him, but merely warned of unforeseen danger and poor judgment. Plato understood there existed a spirit separate from man but assigned to him throughout his lifetime, rather like a guardian angel. Some psychology purports that in our individuation –a development toward wholeness– this power assists us in overcoming obstacles. Ironically, this protective force may also summon stumbling blocks –job downsizing or illness– that rouse us to the edge of our known, adhered to convictions and routines. As individuation matures, we witness a truer identity of personal strength, passion and vision for life’s purpose which often involves risk, a drive toward the untaken path and trust that soul’s life work is in process. Who or what orchestrates this destiny? Could it be what the ancients described as our daimon, an invisible numinous presence, divine urge, deep intuition?

I recently encountered Christopher in a social group at a local eatery. His quiet nature belied his daring story of leaving behind work as a successful attorney in the east for a more enriching experience in the northwest. Not only did he brave a significant life change, but discovered he also needed time for personal exploration every two years. Without excuses or apologies and offering thoughtful warning to his employers, he readies for departures to whichever destination calls him. I imagine this is how he soothes his soul, governs his artistic expression and allows universal intelligence to play itself through him. Remarkably, I was in touch that night with three other people who were living and loving what they do, pursuing what moved them with less heed toward making big dollars.

My youngest son personifies the phrase “living out loud.” His personal strength is robust, his passion luminous. Boarding a helicopter with several other courageous thrill seekers he landed (more than once) atop a peak in the Purcell mountain range of British Columbia, with a plan to ride –as in snowboard– the summit. Imagine “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” invoking a scene of sparkling “blower” snow, azure skies, scalloped downhill tracks, speed, and exhilaration. Sacred, untouched nature. I didn’t need to board that chopper -nor would I have the guts- to feel stirred by the magic of those moments. Watching his video journal generated tears of amazement and a constant verbalization of “oh my god; oh my god.” Colin’s divine urge to really be in this world through epic adventure and subsequent artistic portrayal of it, incites my spirit. He models a life led by daimon.

Thomas Moore describes the daimon as a primal, creative urge, perhaps directing our character, style and destiny. Living with this principle often requires whimsy, risk-taking, mysterious spontaneity. Some even call it crazy. English novelist, Margaret Drabble, declares “when nothing is sure, everything is possible.” Stepping outside our “box” isn’t easy for many people; others consider this their norm. When the daimon pounces on the psyche and opens a gateway to the soul rousing and cajoling, “something incredible is waiting to be known.” I imagine the scientific brilliance of Carl Sagan spurred on by his daimon’s impulses. In my more modest and less systematic life, I simply remain alert to signs, be true to my intuitive creative impulses and ready myself for changing course when directed . After all, possession could well be nine tenths of who we are.

Family: Only Love

December 14, 2009 By: Pamela Wright Category: Living with Intention, Mind Body Spirit


Holidays can suggest a mixed bag of joy as well as disappointment. In the midst of personal struggle (loss of a loved one, economic difficulty, family discord) during a time when we are conditioned to celebrate, Depak Chopra’s words are powerful food for thought: The world of spirit is a world of community, insight and love — it is unshakable, undivided and free of limitation.” May we uncover moments of simplicity and peace this holiday season.

Only Love

Family is about blending, the mixing of hearts. Noble hearts, happy hearts, sad ones, hearts filled with all that is good.
Family doesn’t require having the same name. It includes souls alike and different. Some we’re born into; some we meet along the way.
Family is a true commitment to growing together as well as individually.  Sizes vary, but the more the merrier is a good policy.
Family supports one another without judgment in the smooth times and the bumpy. Perfection isn’t expected but your best effort is always a good goal.  Remember the noble.
In family, we have something to learn from everyone; stay flexible and open.
Families rise above. We don’t ignore; we face what is in front of us. In the end we place challenges behind us and we forgive.
Family is the most important of earthly treasures because we can feel safe inside them.  We can be ourselves.  We can ask for help. We can play and laugh.

At the heart of family there is only love.


December 01, 2009 By: Pamela Wright Category: Conscious Grandparenting

When the grandmothers speak the earth will be healed.” I read this on a card today. Grandmothers hold a power of  greatness unlike any other. Perhaps that’s where the title GRANDmother (or father) began. These elders are privy to a deeper sense of life because they understand generation, a legacy to their love. There is passion in the melding of change, a shift from mine to theirs and back to mine again. We embrace a conviction we can impart more wisdom in young lives. Is it possible we also bear a hope of absolution for the mistakes we made as caregivers to their parents?

I have three remarkable children — all adults — all active, caring and promising in their self discovery. Their expressions in the world are as individual as they are: determined, sensitive, pragmatic. As parents we like to believe their successes have been a product of  our dedication to them. Conversely, we reason their shortcomings are a fluke of nature, not our own misguided efforts. In reality, they are the sum of what we did or didn’t do, their own process of self-actualization and a seed expanding into the mystery.

Human beings, vegetables, cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune.” Einstein fuses ALL in the ambiguity of life.

In my personal realm of grand-parenting, I stand with a handful of close friends who also hold the esteemed title. We all treasure the offspring of our own, now-grown children. I watch in awe my friend who tenders deep affection and care to her two little ones, through sharing her family homestead. On their mountain they explore, taste, smell and breathe nature in all its beauty. Another friend recently moved back to the city where her daughter and granddaughter live. When they shared the trimming of her holiday tree, I wonder whose enchantment was more apparent. No doubt it was equal in joy and delight. Unlike my friends who live close to their grand darlings, I have recently left the immediate area where mine reside. In absentia, I remain their “grammy” in new ways. We travel to see one another; we write letters. One evening I listened to my granddaughter read through the marvel of a webcam. We are surely connected by our hearts.

The stories we pass long continue to be written.  As matriarch of family near or far, we hold a space for abiding love — with zeal, time, guts and a bequest for the tale to go on. Of course these some-tiny and all youthful loved ones will carry the torch long after the grandmothers and fathers have gone.  Our hope is we’ve made a difference in their lives, left them with beautiful memories and trusted lessons.  Our gift is the sacred place they occupy in our hearts — our children, their children, generations of a soul team.

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