by Lori | Apr 1, 2026 | Blog
What are you hiding? Why are you hiding it?
I have been asking myself these questions at the same time I have been enjoying the HBO series Heated Rivalry, developed by Jacob Tierney. This series is based on a book series by Rachel Reid entitled Game Changer. Reid creates a hockey universe in which the main characters are hiding their sexuality from the world because they don’t believe they will be accepted in the masculine and, feared, homophobic culture.
If HBO shows had ratings, Heated Rivalry would be rated “R” for language and sexually explicit scenes. I rate it “R” for romance! I have been reading romance novels for 45 years. The first was actually Ice Castles by Lenore Fleischer which was made into a feature film. It follows the love of a male hockey player and a female ice skater. I guess I have come full circle, yet moved fully into the 21st century.
Heated Rivalry is very poignant and honest about what it takes for the characters to go about their lives with the secret of who they truly are firmly in place. Some might say that the little white lies they tell others don’t really matter because it is their own business and no one is being hurt. But like most secrets, the ones who are being harmed the most are themselves.
One character expresses the exhaustion and loneliness that he feels trying to keep his secret.
As fascinated as I am with the series, I had to ask myself for the mirror for me. I heard to clear on the smaller issues of gender and sexual identity and any judgement I have for those issues from across the millennia that I have been in human form. Believe me, some would not consider that a small issue, even I don’t sometimes because of clearing the victim, rescuer and persecutor energies that I have dealt with across the ages. But even these issues are small to the real mirror that I am facing.
The mirror of not wanting to admit to others and to myself that I am truly Source.
Oh, I play around the edges of the mirror. As an example, I was leading a WE Dance group a month ago. At the end of each session, we gather to share any of our experiences with the other participants. As the facilitator, I set the energy by saying that we can keep our silence, we can share anything in confidence and if we want, we can share our preferred pronouns.
As the facilitator, I was the last to share. I told them my name, that I use She/Her and Source as my pronouns. We all giggled a little at me adding that I identify as Source. But what would happen if I said that every time? That I AM SOURCE. The first time we giggled. Would it become pretentious or tiresome if I did it again? I am not sure. Whenever the facilitator ends the music portion of the dance, we close with some encouraging or poignant words. After that, I always close the way I close every Standing in the Light® session and healing circle. “And may you know yourself as Source, Namaste.” The group is used to me being who I am enough to say that as a closing. So why am I fearful of going FULL SOURCE on them? I guess I have more to clear and higher frequencies to integrate.
Mind you, it is possible that on any given day, it isn’t the highest plan to announce myself as Source to the group. But assuming it is never the highest plan, is also not being in 100% alignment with who I am. Of course, if I am willing to admit it to myself, to experience myself as Source in every moment, then I probably don’t need to announce it to everyone else. Again, the one I am harming the most by hiding who I AM, is me.
Let’s ask the questions again. What are you hiding? Why are you hiding it? May you have the courage of your convictions to find out.
May you know yourself as Source. Namaste.
I AM SOURCE
Gratitude to Alana Jordan with Pixabay.com for the above image.
by Ginger | Mar 30, 2026 | Blog
Watching from my deck as a hawk circled overhead, I was in awe of the seeming effortlessness of his soaring. I was wanting more of that in my life but felt like I had lost my connection with that feeling. Life was feeling like a struggle.
As I kept watching in awe at the beauty and grace of his movements, I realized that in order to achieve that height and take advantage of the upper air currents, the hawk still had to put in some effort of flapping his wings to create lift and, having reached the altitude that would allow him to glide from current to current, still had to occasionally flap his wings to course correct and stay aloft. What appeared so effortless still required some effort.
What I remembered in that moment was that it isn’t about getting to a point where we no longer have to put in any effort but rather how we experience the efforts we’re making. To the hawk, flapping his wings to achieve the needed lift so that he can achieve that state of perpetual gliding is completely natural, requiring no thought, no inner debate. It is not hard work. It simply is.
I had lost a sense of ease and flow in my life not because I got off track and now needed to bushwhack my way back. I simply needed to shift my perspective of the track I was already on. Like all divine truth, simple if not always easy.
Image by Veronika Andrews Andrews from Pixabay
by Lori | Feb 28, 2026 | Blog
Remember how fun dancing in a conga line is? I remember high school dances and wedding receptions where someone would start a conga line dance and more and more people would join it. Remember how those lines looked. The people at the head of the line would be dancing in a normal rhythm to the music and usually singing the “da ta ta DA” with the emphasis on the last DA with a kick. The further back someone was in the line, the messier their steps were and the wider their swing was from the head of the line. The people at the back were usually laughing and not singing because they were being flung around the room. It was all good fun.
I was reminded recently that this is how we should view the conga line for humanity. The Christ gave us the concept of the conga line to explain how humanity is moving through the experiment in duality. All Beings have volunteered to be in a certain place within the conga line of humanity for the experiences necessary for their own evolution as unique aspects of Source. We need to remember this to help with non-judgment of ourselves and non-judgment of other people’s experience at this time of break down for breakthrough. Whether we are the masters at the front of the line or those holding less light at the back of the line, all will eventually move through the archway from one dance room to another. It simply looks more chaotic the further back in the line we are.
I often wonder about the Being who is anchoring the back end of the conga line. We should each check with guidance regarding any wisdom and understanding about this Being. For myself, I have always felt that this Being is the bravest among us. For us to judge anyone regarding what their experience appears to be, is doing a disservice to their commitment to increasing the wisdom of the multi-verse. My love and gratitude for everyone in the conga line is inestimable. However, there is definitely a special place in my heart for those showing us who we truly are from the back of the line.
Because we are all One, the Being at the back of the line is really the same as the Being at the front of the line and the Beings throughout the line. All are adding to the wisdom of the multi-verse. All Are Source.
May we all remember who we truly are. Namaste.
Gratitude to Vecteezy.com for the image above.
by Ginger | Feb 22, 2026 | Blog
On Valentine’s Day, this uplifting poem by Mary Oliver came my way, and something within me loosened and felt more free. I share its beauty and expansiveness here with you. Perhaps you will be inspired to write your own love letter to the world.
Of Love
I have been in love more times than one,
thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting
whether active or not. Sometimes
it was all but ephemeral, maybe only
an afternoon, but not less real for that.
They stay in my mind, these beautiful people,
or anyway beautiful people to me, of which
there are so many. You, and you, and you,
whom I had the fortune to meet, or maybe
missed. Love, love, love, it was the
core of my life, from which, of course, comes
the word for the heart. And, oh, have I mentioned
that some of them were men and some were women
and some—now carry my revelation with you—
were trees. Or places. Or music flying above
the names of their makers. Or clouds, or the sun
which was the first, and the best, the most
loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into
my eyes, every morning. So I imagine
such love of the world—its fervency, its shining, its
innocence and hunger to give of itself—I imagine
this is how it began.
-Mary Oliver, from Red Bird (Beacon Press, 2008).
Image by mrcolo from Pixabay
by Ginger | Feb 1, 2026 | Blog
We are Light. All of creation is Light. Yet it can sometimes be a challenge to see that light reflected in the world. Our physical human eyes can detect less than 1% of the known electromagnetic spectrum. Scientific research and special instruments have revealed many more wavelengths in existence which impact us on a daily basis without our conscious awareness. But we can re-attune ourselves to “see” those frequencies with our inner knowingness. We can re-attune ourselves to Source Light.
My soul recently reminded me of a streaming series I watched several years ago titled “All the Light We Cannot See”[1], which was an adaptation of the award-winning book by Anthony Doerr. Though I only saw the screen version (which included some changes from the original book), I found it quite powerful. Set during World War II, it follows the stories of two young adults, one German and one French, who are unknowingly connected by a mutual love of a radio science program about the electromagnetic spectrum. The professor who narrates the program discusses “all the light we cannot see” and how powerful of a force that unseen light is in our lives and throughout the universe. Those teachings were a beacon of light to each of them during a time when the world seemed a very dark place to many.
These two characters also became themselves beacons of light through their actions by holding hope in a time of great turmoil. Their actions seemed small in the context of the big machines of war, but as the viewer you see what they cannot- the ripple effects their actions have for others. They become, in their own ways, the light that others cannot see but feel the effects of nonetheless.
When we’re struggling to see light in the world, it may be helpful to remember that we don’t need to actually see it to know it. We may be straining to see the light, to see the “good” in a world that seems uncertain, but divine light is always visible with our inner sight. Sometimes, all we need to do is relax and trust and we will know Light in all its unique manifestations.
[1] All the Light We Cannot See. Developed by Steven Knight, based on the book by Anthony Doerr, Netflix, November 2023.
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
by Lori | Jan 30, 2026 | Blog
I am enjoying Roger Housden’s Ten Poems book series. Housden curates ten poems in each of these books and then discusses the poems. He gives historical context or artistic comments to help the poems come alive. In the book called Ten Poems to Change Your Life Again & Again, published by Harmony Books in 2007, he discusses “What to Remember When Waking” by David Whyte.
The poem is definitely a great reminder to not forget how wonderful our life on earth is and how powerful we are. In Standing in the Light® vernacular, the poem urges us to remember who we truly are and to create from that healed and sovereign energy. One stanza goes like this. “What you can plan is too small for you to live.” I believe he is stating that we plan from a more limited viewpoint, but he recommends that we create from the unlimited energy that we can access.
Here is another stanza that has the same energy that we hear from The Christ in Standing in the Light®. “To remember the other world in this world is to live in your true inheritance.”
Finally, this stanza reminds me that we are creator and we volunteered to be part of this experiment.
You are not
a troubled guest
on this earth,
you are not
an accident
amidst other accidents
you were invited
from another and greater
night
than the one
from which
you have just emerged.
I will let you enjoy this poem in its entirety. It may give you courage to be bold and remember who you are.
Namaste. I AM LORI
Gratitude to Myriams-Fotos with Pixabay.com for the above image.
“What to Remember When Waking”
By David Whyte
In that first
hardly noticed
moment
in which you wake,
coming back
to this life
from the other
more secret,
moveable
and frighteningly
honest
world
where everything
began,
there is a small
opening
into the day
which closes
the moment
you begin
your plans.
What you can plan
is too small
for you to live.
What you can live
wholeheartedly
will make plans
enough
for the vitality
hidden in your sleep.
To be human
is to become visible
while carrying
what is hidden
as a gift to others.
To remember
the other world
in this world
is to live in your
true inheritance.
You are not
a troubled guest
on this earth,
you are not
an accident
amidst other accidents
you were invited
from another and greater
night
than the one
from which
you have just emerged.
Now, looking through
the slanting light
of the morning
window toward
the mountain
presence
of everything
that can be,
what urgency
calls you to your
one love? What shape
waits in the seed
of you to grow
and spread
its branches
against a future sky?
Is it waiting
in the fertile sea?
In the trees
beyond the house?
In the life
you can imagine
for yourself?
In the open
and lovely
white page
on the waiting desk?
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