In This Moment
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts,
In this moment,
I cannot scribe one word to you that is worth reading unless, in this moment, I accept the love of God for myself. I cannot write the meaning of God’s words unless I accept the true meaning of my life. If I do not trust that I have a unique and God-given function to fulfill in the world, I will be impotent. If I do not know my holiness, I will not know You.
Everything Seems So Outrageously Unlimited
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts,
I am settling in, grateful for a perfect vacation; happy to be home, happy to have gone, happy for the graceful flow of Love that filled the days and night with appreciation. Sometimes leaving the comforts and rituals of our nest for recreation lifts us into a different perspective, a vista beyond the familiar and mundane motions of maintenance.
Things We Dare Not Tell Anyone
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts,
There are things in our innermost being that we dare not tell anyone… what relationship could pull them from our mouths? These so unbelievable we can hardly tell ourselves. These we know to be true but fear they will appear as madness.
You Drive
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts,
Years ago, Jesus probed, why so serious? His smiling face was alight with glee.I had come to believe my spiritual journey was of such acute importance, my thoughts and actions became solemn. I was bound and determined to get it…
Holy Saturday Adoration
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Holy Saturday Adoration
Sometimes I feel the need to return to you
something that shows my gratitude;
for I feel Your grace upon my life
and see your care through everything,
even in past and future realms….
Easter Morning
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Easter Morning 2021
Rise and shine, He says. The dawn is splendid.
Holy Thoughts surround me.
May all these little things I do this morning, care for you.
The plants, the birds, the squishing of the sponge…
the food I have prepared is for Your body.
The Third Week of Lent
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Sweethearts,
I am in New York. It is drizzling. A great thaw peels back quilts of snow along the side of the mountain. Mt. Pisgah looks in the window to my left. Yesterday I ran the road alongside her brown shoulder — made me dizzy jogging the rolling hills, and here and there the forest dropping to faraway vistas.
This is the Be Farm, true to its name, a place given to chilling, to meditation, to healing, feeling and sorting through the haystack of heart collections to find the needle, the knowing that you find when you leave your grind and enter the presence of fields and chickens, fat lap cats and a crackling wood stove. I stoke it, welcoming fire.
The Second Week of Lent
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts,
The Second Week of Lent
What is lent but a time of reflection, a time of new perception, peering out of the cocoon of winter, of Covid toward Spring. Signs of rebirth tremble against short days and blizzards. Each week there is something more to see, taste, touch, experience. But we must look! Life is gently stirring in the deep, beginning a phase of vibrancy. I cherish this fluttering, aware of the new energy of resurrection.
The First Day of Lent 2021
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
The First Day of Lent 2021
I tried, I really tried. But trying is trying and not the way of my heart. It is late and I do not want to suffer you with too much verbiage. I do not want to labor with so many ideas.
Now, I write a page in celebration of the day. He says, it will be Light. I’d rather poetry. He suggests a recap. Here’s what all the unsent said.
I aimed to compare the old and new lent, the tradition and the evolution.
Holy Thursday: Wash my feet, Jesus
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
he night before His crucifixion, Jesus washed the feel of his disciples saying, A new commandment I give unto you: That you love one another, as I have loved you, that you also love one another. John 13:34
He bent low with a pot of water as the Apostles squirmed with shame and resistance. Surely this was beneath the Master. What kind of love was this? When it was complete he said, Do you understand what I have done for you? …I have set an example that you should do as I have done for you…John 13:12
Who is the Teacher of God?
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Teachers of God,
Do not let that title fool you. We who are teachers are learners. We are learning unlearning. We are unlearning all we learned about who we are, and what God is, and how we should live. We are little kids who left the classroom of the world for a little while to venture into a new Neighborhood. We need each other in this place. This Hood has no tests, no hierarchies, no stars, or stamps or grades or trophies. The measure of our growth is in the eyes of each other. The qualities of our becoming seen first in our brothers. The revelation is loving each other and felt as One success. Jess passed out a universal curriculum. It is, what You are. It is, Identity. Together we practice, Teach only Love. Can I do that?
The Gentle Teacher
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts,
In my meditation this week, I brought to Jess my thoughts about teachers of God, and the mistakes we make, sometimes clobbering those who have come vulnerably into our circles, using spiritual principles that deny or neglect their cry for help. Absolute Truth can be used for ego’s purpose, a means to negate others and bypass the Unity Consciousness which is the goal of our joining. I have done this and want to learn from my mistakes. I have made beautiful weapons of holy words and holy words into hellish debates. Who does not want to leap into Heaven slipping past the junk yards and hungry dogs of the world? I do and have tried, only to find that leap is not Heaven bound but into the numb-psychosis of inauthentic communication and separation.
Mr. Street
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
I don’t want to wake up, but I have to…
What kind of opening is that?
It is a statement of ignorance not wanting to give way.
I breathe and stretch and rise from my mattress.
It is my thoughts at four am. that come for me; come from a rolling unrest somewhere deep inside The hours of sleep stretch like an interminable row of dominoes. Mind tries to work its way to the front, to knock the whole line of thinking down and watch, at last, the dots spill.
I Will Not Forsake You, Jesus
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts,
I sat on my meditation couch this morning itching to dig into the day’s affairs.
Breathing through the pressure, I felt the energy of my body pumping, my haunches poised like a runner at the start line, waiting for the signal to bolt. By grace, I mustered a bit of patience. The will to stay and the desire to listen eased my racing mind.
Something Monumental has Occurred
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Heart,
I have meditated.
I have come to the deck at the back of the house.
I am aware that I carry a thin puff of an old belief,
as If a crushed cigarette continues to waft smoke into clear mind,
just a little ribbon of gray spiraling up from somewhere,
the residue of a habit I thought I had put out.
In Honor of Miri Magdalene on her Feast Day, July 22, 2020
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts,
I am opened this morning to the exceptional love of Miri Magdalene. Master of relationship, Miri immersed her heart in a holy instant without limit. Joined with Jesus, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, she realized and demonstrated the true Love of God on earth. Their relationship was unbound by bodies, unframed by small minds, and unpossessed by ego.
Mine is the Sacred Heart of Jesus
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts,
On hot and humid days, a fiery poem gives me reprieve, somehow feeling like the coolest place in the world. Is there such a sweet spring inside you?
The Sacred Heart of Jesus is that place, A Sun that belongs to you.
Would you venture close letting him melt your protected life into a cool clear pool of innocence? The Sacred Heart belongs to you.
Waking in my Sleep
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts,
… all things we perceive are upside down until we listen to the Voice for God ACIM WB 328
Waking in my Sleep
The mind walks. 2:30 it is.
Sleep walking without feet.
But then day or night I amble
the invisible path.
It isn’t legs at all
that carry one along
this by-way,
so named for all life’s
roles and laws and beliefs
relinquished and released.
Skinny Dip
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts,
All of us know the caress of water. Before the sprouting of hands and feet we floated in a womb of fluid softness, baptized before we saw the world’s light. Hidden there in water, indwelling, soothed by the murmur of our mother’s swirling blood we took form. We were held in innocence, not yet assaulted by the weight of the world and the guilt that comes of separation.
In the New World, we return to this lightness of being, hidden in our Spiritual Mother even as we move about on earth. The gravity of man’s laws can no longer shackle our hearts. Our bodies are given to express the primogenial Reality, the holiness of Christ. Birthright is explored as we move within again, caressed in the living waters of the Formless. Free to experience the reality of a world forgiven, we rest in Womb remembered, stripped of shame and fear.
God Speaks
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
I begin with a request that my words are true
and being true are valuable,
not that listening hearts will be overcome
but that hearts opened are overshadowed,
that hearts naked, will be clothed in Spirit.
I understand how words carry the power to turn a thought,
or strengthen the languished when false appearances
leach the power from our true nature.
Adultery
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
The people stood close, holding rocks. The Pharisees challenged Jesus to judge the woman. If He did not agree to the stoning, it would be seen as disobedience to God’s Law and the Jewish tradition. Their intent was to shame and condemn not only the woman but also the Master.
Perhaps you too are being incited to judge someone, some situation, racial group, gender, authority, relative, neighbor or yourself. Perhaps you too, are witness to adulterous behavior. Mary Magdalene defines adultery as giving your heart to lower level passions.You love what deceives you, giving your devotion to a material/physical and false salvation; giving your heart to hate, anger, attack and bodies. Essentially sin is a shack up with the ego. Your friends, culture, families, and religious elders show you who is guilty and provide a pile of rocks.
Bear Down
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
The Coming
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Tree in the Time of Viral Isolation
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Holy Thursday: Wash My Feet, Jesus
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Unteaching, Unlearning
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
We had a remarkable gathering.
These retreats stir our hearts and minds.
I learn…but it is never what I expect to learn.
I think I will learn love and peace,
maybe power or awakening.
That is not part of the curriculum.
I learn instead, about myself.
Experience After the Meeting
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
The Foundation had its monthly board meeting yesterday. After cleaning up, I settled into my favorite chair. Flushed with the goodness of joining, I was taken by an experience, both a memory of the meeting and the on-going mystical love. I’d like to share my revelation.
Little Miracles
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Miracles arise as little expressions of love and simple gifts of forgiveness. Caring, generosity and good will have maximal effects in the world. A little miracle is a blessing of paramount importance.
His Lessons
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Mama
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts, Sept 5th 2019
I am writing in haste having not yet packed. Tomorrow I see my mama. How crazy and adorable she can be. Although she knew months ago of my visit, our phone conversation is largely about her desire that I hurry home. It is inconsequential that I have never lived in Florida.
Mama Awakens Love in Me
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Good Morning Dear Hearts,
Florida’s summer is has no wind, but damp warm sheets wrap you in ways that set your muscles to droop as your step out of the a/c into thickened soup. Still the sun shines resolutely, as if God were beaming through the dog days giving us pause, asking us to relax, keeping us all from rushing. We sweat even in our slow, deliberate walks from the car to the apartment, hoping we can shower soon. Except for Mom, who is not happy taking showers, and most of all unhappy as the sun sets. Then shadows fall across her face and the light in her eyes dims with fear. She asks, please stay with me. Please don’t go. Of course I can stay until she is calm and ready for sleep. However tomorrow comes and I will not be here to comfort her. I ask, What then Jess? How do I leave a mother, a sister, a friend in fear?
Imagine Birthday Letter
Poetry By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts,
Want to hear something magical? Director, composer and playwright Jim Wilson recorded the sound of crickets, then slowed down the recording, revealing something amazing. The crickets are an angelic choir of divine harmonies. Though it sounds like human voices, everything you hear is purely cricket. It made me wonder what it would be like if we all slowed down, if we joined together in listening to our unified Song, our whole creative masterpiece. Can you imagine that? Let the crickets be witness to what is possible as we imagine Reality on earth.
Tucker and MaryBeth Follow the Master
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Tucker is a very lucky pup. My son adores him, running several times a day, playing Frisbee or hiking each weekend in the mountains of Colorado. Where Christopher goes, Tucker follows. This is not insignificant. It takes discipline, hours of learning, and years of relationship for Chris and Tuck to develop an intimacy that engenders the will to follow, to trust. Of course, it is not perfect. Sometimes Tucker is distracted by a squirrel or even a bear! His distraction could be his death. He could run off a cliff, follow a pack of coyotes, or simply get lost. Mostly however, he is faithful to his master and friend and works hard to please him. Pleasing him makes Tucker happy!
The Dark
Poetry By MaryBeth Scalice
Exhausted. I cannot keep my eyes open, patting my cheeks to stay awake, aware that the gentle hum of the heater will send me under, my chin slipping, the neck lets go and coming up, what fear(!) the need to take care that I do not end up smoosh on a pole.
Sometimes The Course Feels like a Lover
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
A Course in Miracles is a spiritual path, prose and poetry, lessons and teaching,
offered for healing, for love, for waking into God. Its words come from a supra-
human Source. I have practiced these words for more than a quarter of a century.
Sometimes The Course feels like a lover…
Love Changes Everything
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts,
Restless? Thinking about a change?
I mean a really big change, the kind that you believe will set you free, the kind that you dream
will solve your problems, the kind you imagine will heal the lack, inadequacy and anxiety
that has plagued you too many years?
I Will Rest
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
Dear Hearts,
In the midst of political tremors, under sunless skies, and through relationship terrors, there is bed where we can rest. There is choice that we can make. There is a Friend who is reborn each time we pause to receive God’s peace.
What I Need, By MaryBeth
Poetry By MaryBeth Scalice
I need more poetry and less hierarchies. I need more snow days, and less evening news. I long for the sound of a pond lapping as if she were the one drinking herself in and I was pouring my self out.
A Boat is Never Just a Boat: A Coat is Never Just a Coat
Inspired Writings By MaryBeth Scalice
A Boat is Never Just a Boat: A Coat is Never Just a Coat
Dear Hearts,
We have received reprieve from the cold, but only days ago it was dangerous. The weather was literally deadly and even if you were swaddled in layers, the wind was face breaking. At 6 degrees I set out to the gym with a stop at the ATM. This is a little satellite of the bank about the size of a bathroom, mostly glass enclosed, at the edge of an asphalt parking lot.