Author Archives: Deborah Taylor In The Moment

Deborah Taylor – Unhinged – 2 December 2013

shutterstock_92011340If someone were to ask me how I am lately, I would have to say; “Unhinged”.  Like an old barn door flapping in the wind, the hinges rusty and worn from trying to hold it together, I have finally let go.  I had to let go in order to be present.

Letting go of old stories that once held us together is a prerequisite for living in the moment.  Anything that gives even the slightest feeling of restriction, I’ve tried to release.  That feeling is a good indicator that your mind is getting in your way.  The mind will keep you from experiencing life without limitation. Continue reading

Deborah Taylor – It’s Personal – 11 August 2013

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I have waited a while to write something that I felt was worth sharing. Every day the same desire to cast my line out into the Cosmos and hook myself that one relevant feeling, that Collective Theme that could be shared and embedded into the ground as a marker post, has kept me going. Like a seasoned chief, I’ve thrust my gage into the fleshy part of the Universe, testing to see the “doneness” of our creations. Time and again the thermometer reading is the same. It registers; “It’s Personal”.

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Deborah Taylor – Upgrade, please! – 21 May 2013

shutterstock_15093424-2“I want an upgrade” she trilled as her nails tapped out a rhythmic beat upon the highly polished mahogany counter. A puzzled look came across the face of the man standing behind the hotel reception desk. Thinking that she was being misunderstood, she repeated her request and I could tell that she was not about to be denied. She expected some attention and she wanted it now! With an efficient French accent, the manager asked if he could be of help and discovered that the woman was not thrilled with her accommodations. “But Madame, you have not even seen your room!” And that’s how it went straight across Europe, from one fine hotel to another. I watched as this musician’s wife with whom I was traveling, insisted upon an upgrade to every room that she was assigned. Some suites she ventured to look at, while others she refused to give even the slightest glance. I was fascinated. Continue reading

Deborah Taylor – Headin’ Home – 10 April 2013

shutterstock_95133178How does this world talk to you?  Where do you get your information, your understanding of your relationship to this life and the totality of who you are?  Do you believe in what you see before you or do you, like the sentient being that you are, “feel” into events in order to gather your information?  Probably both. Would a white peacock walking down a country road get your attention?  It certainly got mine. Continue reading

Deborah Taylor – Tiny Beaks – 3 April 2013

157864[1]The smooth shell of the egg was easily shattered. I held it in my hands and swore to myself that I would keep it close to me and make sure that no harm would come to it. It was so fragile after all and I needed to watch out for it’s safety. As I opened my pocket to check on it’s condition, I discovered that it had smashed. I heard myself gasp at the horror that I felt I had caused. When it fell from the nest and rolled upon the ground, all I had to do was scoop it up and immediately put it back in the nest. There it would remain safe and bide it’s time until Mother Nature awakened these baby birds to tell them to peck their way out of slumber and into life.  Continue reading

Deborah Taylor – I’ll Meet You In Manhattan – 23 March 2013

shutterstock_49068394 On the streets of New York City one can find a variety of shops, food, people and cars but it’s certainly not the first place that I would look to find my child within.

Mid-town Manhattan was a pulsing stream of minds and hearts that day, pounding the pavement with unflinching determination.  It is a system of moveable parts and either you are a part of that stream of humanity or you need to step aside, because there is no room for hesitation or foolishness.  The machine of City Life is much bigger than all of us and seems to operate efficiently if it is fed the diet of “cooperation”. Continue reading

Deborah Taylor – In Tune With The Impossible – 2 March 2013

White Ball of Light A ball of light passes from hand to hand as I play with the energy. I can see the sphere of white and gold as the glow pulsates with intensity. I am five years old and was told that I was wrong. Things that I see do not exist but here I am, in tune with the impossible. I try throwing the energy ball in the air and watch it fly up and sparkle with all it’s glowing radiance on the way down. I catch it again and wonder what to do with it next, when I hear my mother’s voice call to me.  I don’t dare answer. Continue reading

Deborah Taylor – Dear Merlin – 18 February 2013

shutterstock_98288552 Dearest Merlin,

As I was watching the movie Camelot and gazed upon Arthur, his soul laid bare to you, I could feel his Longing.  When he asked you; “Merlin, make me a hawk!  Let me fly away from here!” he wanted to be free from himself and his Longing, so he flew high and observed from above all that was to be seen from a bird’s perspective.  He was able to get an overall view of his life and be transported to a place of detachment.  But still he had to come back to earth to enter into the game again and try and fill that void in his heart and it was then that I began to wonder; Is Longing a vehicle for enlightenment, the unsung hero of the human complex?  If Longing is a strong desire, especially for something unattainable, might it be the driving force behind our awakening, a constant need that propels us forward? Continue reading

Deborah Taylor – Do You Believe In Magic? – 11 February 2013

shutterstock_105264902 Sometimes it’s hard living in a world with people who don’t believe in Magic.  If one didn’t know better, you could end up feeling pretty silly.  I’ve always lived with Magic.  In fact, it’s been on the top of my grocery list for as long as I can remember, Food, Water and Magic, but for people that need to touch or see something to believe that it is “real”, Magic can seem like a fantastic luxury and a waste of time. Continue reading

Deborah Taylor – The Flight Within – 5 February 2013

ImageIt was the twinkle in his eye that I noticed first, that undeniable spark that flowed through his being and into the world to shine light upon this earth.  He walked with clarity and power.  Did I imagine him cutting through the ethers and walking toward me or was he an apparition that I created for my own reasons? The line between illusion and “reality” can sometimes become a bit blurry.  I was leaving LA and sat at the airport with all the other travelers waiting for my chariot to arrive.  I am not a big fan of traveling by air but how else was I to get back to the east coast?  It was going to be a long six-hour flight, so I decided to just hunker down and go mindless for a while. Continue reading