Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The Force....

















There is a flow to the universe
A river of energy
That connects us all
One mind
From the tiniest atom
To the grandest star
Some call it spirit
Some call it God
Others Chi
In reality it is simply
the force that drives the place
where dreams dwell
and creativity originates
A flow within each of us
and we within it
A single consciousness
A single life...
in Multiples
Connected as one

Musings


In the stillness of the morning
Thoughts begin to flow
Words begin to form...
A day
A world
begins to take shape
Nurtured and fed in the warmth
Of the rising sun
Cool air breaths life
In gentle kisses of hope
A new day
A new beginning
A new chance to live



Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Message to My Charges...


Enjoy the moment
The sun on your face
The color of air...
Learn to forgive
Hate and anger
Only cripple your soul...
Focus on the good
No matter how small
See the beauty in all things
Even in the most difficult
It will keep things
in perspective...
Stay true to yourself
Follow that inner voice
And find your ‘Bliss’...
Do what is right
Though hard,
Is easier to live with
In the long run...
Keep the child in your heart
The wind in your hair
Wisdom in your soul
Take your time
And don’t rush life
Or it will be over
Before you have lived…


 



Sunday, December 1, 2013

Angels


I was gently prodded by a very special someone that I needed to start writing again.  It is so true, from the mouth of babes great truth flows, a student suddenly the teacher.  Again, I am humbled.  Messengers come in all forms if you are willing to listen, willing to see, willing to believe. More often than not, the message is what you need at the precise time it is needed to be heard.  The trick is to separate what you need to hear from the chaotic noise that all too often invades our lives, our minds, our beings, causing us to forget, lost in the darkness and shadows of Plato’s cave…

And so I hear, or rather see a gentle post from a gentle soul, an angel really, reminding me to not lose sight of the gift I have been blessed with. A gift that keeps me rooted in who, and what, I really am.  It is a part of me, perhaps the better part of me,  that all too often gets drowned out by life’s responsibilities and desires, needs and expectations.  It was a part of me lost for decades under a sea of turmoil and neglect, drowning, a castaway waiting for a moment of calm to reemerge and be seen, recognized and nurtured.

Once a refugee lost in a wilderness of loneliness self –doubt, I have found sanctuary among like beings and friends who feed and nurture a once impoverished soul with hope and possibilities and love. Wrapped in the arms of like minds and kindred souls, I know life outside the cave is full of possibilities and light.  Truly seen and accepted, I no longer have a need to hide.  I am finally free.

It is these special someones, angels really, who continue to remind me who I need to be… just me.  

 

 

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Seasonal Thoughts...

Indian Summer…
Life
like the seasons
has its place
its periods of dreams
of sowing, of reaping
and rest. 
A season for decompression
a period for reflection,
a space for tranquility
somewhere in the liminal.
Such are the Indian Summers
of our lives  
Bound in fall hues
of rusts and golds and sunset oranges,
ruminations
of whispered thought
rustling through the leaves
shimmering on still water. 
A season to reflect
assess a life,
find peace, regroup, 
before winter closes in
blanketing the world
in deep
dreamless
slumber…

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Time to Be...

A time to grow
A time to know
my Self
Unencumbered by debris
And baggage
not of my own making
To be
A soul set free
Unencumbered flight
The breathless joy
Of just being….
Me