Holiday Greetings!

Dear Friends,

It’s hard to believe that a little over two years ago I was pondering the haze of the diminishing Smokey Mountains in my rear view mirror as my thoughts began to settle on the new life awaiting me in the mountains of New Mexico. Even though the Land of Enchantment is not exactly Music City, I’ve been infused with the sweet energy of Mother Earth that is so special here, which flows with creative juices of its own flavors.

Being near my daughter and grand daughter fills me with such a feeling of love and being loved. And nothing can beat that! When I think about love, I am assured that it is good to love — it must be the deepest primordial instinct of our species that fills a well of need stirring within us.

I’ve also come to believe that it’s better to love for love’s sake. The needs will always be there but the foundation of partnership, or any kind of love, doesn’t have to be built on the emotionally fluctuating factor of need. But let the bricks grow stronger in the sun. Let the surety of love without reason or logic, be a steady knowing, incomprehensible perhaps, yet shining its beauty through and through, transforming each layer into something that mirrors the eternal.

Real love… what is it, really? Perhaps a reflection of what the stars dream of, and yet not so diaphanous that we in the flesh cannot catch a glimpse of.

I feel so fortunate to have so many amazing friends in my life who enrich my life with laughter, music, good stories, trust, appreciation, joy, a listening ear, a hug, and so much more!

Wishing you the opening that lets love in, the awakening that lets love out, the joy that pales all fear, and most of all, the satisfaction that comes from knowing that life will keep delivering interesting mysteries to expand our conscious awareness and keep us inspired.

I’d like to share a song that my daughter, Joy, and I performed recently (and please sing along!):

Love and hugs,
Shashi Light

Thanks to Sara Ann and KyRe Photography for photos


dreaming at smith’s

A few weeks ago, I was at the grocery, humming my way through the fluorescent aisles; then made my way to the check out with my carefully chosen array of goodies that smiled sweetly at me, sure I would provide them with a happy place in my constitution, in exchange for their provision of life force.

I stood in line behind an elderly woman as the young man at the register cheerfully bantered with the even younger guy, bagging her groceries.  My eyes grazed across “Julia Roberts - the  Most Beautiful Woman,” “Oprah’s Secret to Success,” “Snoop Dog and Martha Stewart, Stirring it Up in the Kitchen,” and other brightly colored magazine covers, built to entice, but for me, they are only a source of temporary amusement to draw my mind away from the list of things I need to get done today, or checking to make sure I got everything I came for.

My ears perk to the playful spirit that lilts in the voices of the two young men.  “Check it out.  I haven’t seen this all summer,” the cashier says as he picks up a seemingly ordinary clear plastic bag of green grapes, and sets them on the built-in scale at the end of the conveyer belt.  “Cotton candy grapes!  Shoot, these are the bomb!”  he continues.  “Did you know we had these?” he says to screen, as he punches buttons.

“No, man,” retorts the bagger.

“How much are they? I didn’t see a price,” inquires the old lady.

He answers, and she responds, “I didn’t know they were so much.  I don’t want them.”

“You sure?  They taste just like cotton candy!” he says in zealous disbelief.

“No, they’re too expensive,” she replies, unmoved.

“I’ll take them!” I chime, stoked at the possibility of eating fruit that tastes like sweet puffy pink clouds.  “I’ve never heard of them.”

“OK!” says the cashier as he hands them over to me and continues checking out the lady.

I can’t wait to taste them, so I eat one, of course.  My taste buds do a triple summersault.  “Wow!  These are incredible!” I exclaim as I offer grapes to the couple behind me whose curiosity peaks at my excitement.

“Which way would you want?” says the bagger to the gray-haired lady casually, as he places her bags into her cart.

“What?” she says blankly.

“Which way … which way would you pick?” he repeats, swaying his body to emphasize his words.

“Like what super-power would you want?” clarified the cashier, as if this would be all the befuzzled lady would need to make things come back into focus, in her world.  She, of course, continues to stare blankly at them.

“Like I’d choose Transformer,” proceeded the casher, as he hands her her receipt.  “I could turn myself into anything!”

“I’d be Annihilator,” joins the bagger, in complete solemnity, placing the last bag into her cart.  The lady slowly rolls her cart away, not sure of what had just happened, perhaps contemplating getting new batteries for her hearing aids.

“Which way would you want?” the cashier asks, raising his deep brown eyes to meet mine, as I roll up to face him.

“I’d be Cotton Candy!” I say, as I hand both of them a pluck of grapes from my lucky bag of treasure.  “I could spread cotton candy everywhere I went!”

We all laugh and squish juicy cotton candy between our teeth that spill into more giggles.

You just never know what Universe you’ll step into, on a bright summer New Mexico afternoon.


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a pleasant surprise

Today is a good day to celebrate life and the sweetness of all the possibilities each moment fosters!

I was hiking a couple of days ago and found a nice shaded rock to succumb to for a breather.  I looked out over the scrub oaks, into the vast, seemingly depthless canyon that started its decent a few yards from my feet. The breeze stretched from those unknown depths, carrying its gift of restorative coolness to my happy respite.

I glanced up at the distant amber cliffs, mottled in a palette of golden highlights, crimson crevices, and pale alabaster shocks, shouldering the bluest blue a sky can be. Then by providence or happy accident, it didn’t matter which, my eyes fell on a perfect heart shape, plastered on that beautiful face of corrugated colors.  I gazed and smiled and took in a slow filling of my lungs because I didn’t want the moment to pass too quickly.  I looked deeply, watching it, to assure my own heart it wasn’t a picture flung from my imagination into the solidification of 3-D reality, momentarily. It wasn’t.  It was really there.  As real as the sheer cliffs, the busy ants that carried oversized packages passed the sweet rock I rested on, and the kisses the wind brought me.

I couldn’t avert my eyes.  That pristine heart appeared to be about the size of my thumb from far across the chasm that swallowed humongous forests of ponderosa pine.  I tried to make out if it was a dark out-cropping of rocks, pushed by force of storms, deftly arranged, over the years, into this happy shape.  Or perhaps it was engraved into the side of the cliff by wind and water of eons past.  Then again, it might be a miraculous bas relief caused by the stiff, slow currents of ancient glaciers, sculpting the faces of limestone and basalt.

“I wonder if it’s a shadow,” I said to magical air around me, “that only shows up at this time of day, in this season of the year, from this particular angle.”

I sat and watched.  I hummed to the trees.  I watched some more.  I told the ants to slow down and enjoy the scenery. They didn’t listen.

Then it came — the secret of its creation.  As soft as a whisper afraid of its own telling, it moved. It was no longer a perfect heart.  As the late afternoon became later afternoon, the shape imperceptibly morphed into a nebulous blob — still beautiful, for it lay in the arms of the painted cliff, but definitely not notable.  “Wow!”  I thought as I made my way back down the trail, “what a gift…  to catch those earth-bending moments at the perfect time…  to behold the heart of gold smiling at you from the bosom of Mother Earth, herself.”

So many possibilities each moment holds for us!

And as summer is just around the corner, like the sweet song of a river you can hear calling you but can’t see till you make that last bend in the trail, here’s a little celebration of that coming season:  “Serenade to Summer” written by Jerry Reed, performed by Tommy Emmanuel and Richard Smith.

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trickling down
already feeding the side
of the mountain

starting to sing all those songs
you practiced in your head
when you were still a snow flake

blushing against the western rose sky
gazing up at the stars
like your own reflection

holding each others’ tiny hands
humming to the sacred silence
of the mountain top

            —-  shashi light

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between the subway and carnegie hall

it raised a buzz in our small town
people whispered in the library
and out loud in the grocery

tickets were going fast
we counted down the months
then the days and finally the hours

till we stood in line
borrowing each others scarves
and mittens to keep warm

when the flood gates opened
there was a scrambling but mostly
respect for the older folks

who couldn’t move
as fast as i would have
liked them to

a lady threw herself on 3 seats
like a hero when I yelled
“save those seats!”

we became instant friends
it just so happened those seats
held a pocket of clear vibrant sound

unaccustomed to visiting
the rest of the theatre
an accidental acoustic caveat

i was too excited to sit
so i weaved through ribbons of people
like a salmon jumping upstream

kids teens mothers grandfathers
moved in various curves
of undertow

i chatted with an usherette
and got the answer
to my burning question

the lights dimmed
i floated down to my seat
as the excitement of a thousand or so

percolated bubbled giggled
through an expectant hush
blanketing the residual chattering

an electrical silence
humming with unison breath
united our anticipation

then like a miracle
there he was
instrument in hand

stepping like an ordinary human
onto a stark stage
solely adorned by a grand piano

our ears leaned forward
our minds slowed
to capture every golden particle

sure to follow
brandished by the
uninhibited dance of his magic wand

our hearts felt safe
to open to his glittering notes
that took a thousand years to make

we feasted on that sweet decadence
note after note
phrase after glistening phrase

there were moments of
frolicking soaring lilting chasing
diving thundering experimenting

delicately commanding our lives
enrapturing our senses
expanding our possibilities

we were happy captives
our cells always thirsty for beauty
soaked in every morsel

our minds forgot
we were sitting in an auditorium
did we even breathe for those 2 magical hours

afterward he came out to sign cds
so we could hold his name in our hands
as living proof of his ethereal presence

he smiled at a child
when her mother mentioned
her daughter played the violin

“may I shake your hand?”
he asked
in complete humility

only a child could
respond to that
without turning into jelly

for days we talked about his hair his clothes
his burgundy cumber-band
his pauses and crescendoes

how much is his violin worth?
did you notice how he held his bow?
why did he come here?

that was what everyone wanted to know
what on earth brought him to our
speck on the map

i smiled and recalled the remarkable story
the usherette shared with me
of Joshua Bell honoring a humble request

of a gentleman who turned
his loss
into our beholden gain

—- shashi light

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Warm Wishes for A Beautiful Holiday Season!

Dear Friends,

Sending you, and those you love, warm wishes for a truly special season of sharing simple joys, remembering how blessed we all are in countless ways, and seeing ourselves through eyes of kindness and compassion.

And may your 2017 be full of what most delights your heart!

With Love,
Shashi Light



a good-bye kiss to summer

thank you Grandmother Sun

for your sacred sweet breath of fire
twisting and swirling through amber arms
that dance us across the galaxies

for your secret array of colors
caught by prism raindrops
unleashed to sprint across the eternal canopy
in sublime translucent beauty

for your warm smile
for your quiet rising
and steady traverse across our ever changing sky

for your compassionate shepherding of our scurrying
with a gentle swish of your paintbrush hair
settling in masterpieces every night
canvasing our evening surmises

for your great love reaching across our human miles
known to you as celestial thought you catch us in
to gather the great unending dream

for growing our crops
for drying my clothes
for clay pots balancing water
for making raisins

for the sweet golden flow
onto the unwritten page of a new day

— shashi light

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the freedom of joy

A few nights ago, as I was falling asleep, letting my thoughts
drift through the maze of activities of the day, thankful for my
health and vitality, it just hit me that every so- called challenge in our lives is just a new path of joy. There are
numerous established, well trodden avenues of happiness,
such as winning the lotto, going on a great vacation, 
someone extraordinary, being kissed by a beautiful sunset,
hearing a brilliant piece of music, etc.

But wouldn’t it be grand to blaze new pathways of bliss?
Like reveling in rising each morning because we can get out
of bed and eat breakfast, or open our lungs freely and take
in new air 
every few seconds, or know the surety of our
commitment to the well being of our own selves.


As I lay in bed, my mind glanced upon a strange occurrence
in my life. A few months ago, I got the flu. I call it strange
because I never get sick. And, as it turned out, this illness
became a bizarre, lengthy 
sequence of various, painful
symptoms that lasted several weeks. I got over it
eventually, but it remains 
enigmatic to me in many ways.


But here’s the aha!

Confined to my bed, my mind a muddy melange of sadness,
confusion, worry, and self pity, I eventually got to the point of
utter exasperation with my negative thoughts, and became
desperate to be healthy again. So I decided to think of
everything I was thankful for.

So it began, a journey of creating joy. Creating a trail through
the tangled brambles of my feelings of powerlessness and pain.


I’ve been that annoying type of person who tends to be
relentlessly optimistic, who will smile at most adversities,
and who is seldom shaken by seeming difficulties, but
this new challenge in my life totally 
knocked me off my
silver lining (literally), and it took every inch of will power
in me to start shifting my 
mind from sadness and
loneliness to gratitude. I was too weak, at the moment,
to write anything, so 
I began saying them softly to the air
in my dim lit bedroom. “I’m thankful for my bed, my soft pillow,
my friends, my family, that I don’t have a terminal illness,
for the birds I hear singing outside my window. . . ”

As I spoke, I began weeping, partly because of the exhausting
effort it took to exude those soft words, but mostly because a
great sorrow began to be unleashed from my heart as I turned
my thoughts away form the self-imposed prison of concentrated.

My tears fell everyday, as I continued to practice my commitment to
speak my gratitudes each morning.

Now, as I look back on that time, I realize it was a gift, just as
everything I may have misperceived in my life as a negative
experience. An opportunity, if I am willing to forge a new
path of joy. A gift to create a 
magnificent leap of consciousness.

So if you are fortunate enough to be experiencing something
like health issues, money problems, relationship challenges, etc.,
just say, “Thank you!” And become an innovator of elation. It will confound the people around you. They will question your
sanity. It will puzzle your friends. 
It will rattle some cages. And it
will open up new roads of bliss for you.

The idea and the doing are two different entities, of course,
but there is growth in the reaching for, like a plant bends gently
toward her grandmother, the sun. We can bend in the direction
of what we perceive as 
truth, and in that reaching, there is a
cleansing, a purifying, a freedom, and a new path of joy.

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time for some fun

If you need a lift, enjoy this video of one of my favorite guitar players, Tommy Emmanuel, who is joined by his brother, Phil.  This will put a smile on your face!  Happy music…  humorous comments…  lively crowd… and not to mention stellar playing!

Tommy and Phil are playing the fast-paced Joe Maphis song, “Town Hall Shuffle.” Filmed at the Chet Atkins convention in Nashville in 1999.  Hang on to your tuner!

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february, theee month of love

Isn’t it grand to have a whole month to celebrate love?  I love that!

And there are so many types of love to celebrate …  love between friends, lovers, mates, parents and children, between brothers and sisters, love for nature, for this amazing planet we inhabit, love for life, love for your special pet, love for yourself!  They all feel pretty good!

For me, love and appreciation go hand in hand.  Like, when I’m looking at the stars in awe, wonder and appreciation, my heart just automatically opens up, you know?

It’s so nice that love can be described and experienced in so many ways.  It must be inexhaustible!  You gotta love that!

Here are some of my favorite quotes about love:

“You don’t love someone because they’re perfect, you love them
in spite of the fact that they’re not.”
― Jodi PicoultMy Sister’s Keeper

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving
someone deeply gives you courage.”
― Lao Tzu

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love
you simply, without problems or pride:  I love you in this way
because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which
there is no I or you.”

― Pablo Neruda100 Love Sonnets

Happy love month to you!  Keep celebrating!

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