About 9 years ago I was given a gift, it was so beautiful, wrapped in love and a big old bow of hope,promises and joy. I didn’t open it, just put it on the window sill so I could admire it everyday
A year and a half ago I took it down and started poking at it and shaking it, and finally opened it, the box was full of darkness. I couldn’t believe it, all year I searched it, wave after wave of darkness, funny thing as I went through this , on the physical side of my journey I began to lose my vision, I am now blind in one eye with limited vision in my other. Finally down in the bottom of the box, in the darkestS
corner I found something. I pulled it out into the light and there it shone, a teaching… Do not let ego, fear or doubt trip you up on your heart’a path. Trust what makes you happy
When I listen I can hear that little voice telling me to have faith
My eye operation is in December, the doctor said there are no guarantees but it can’t get worse
As for the pretty wrapped box … I threw it out yesterday
why do you write
,do you write because you have no other choice?do you write because you have too?
do you write because if you didn’t you would not breathe?why do you write?
do you write to paint with words and make ideas new?do you write to try and see new ways of looking at old things?
do you write because the human spirit is so vast and endless you try to understand small bits of it?
do you write to heal,teach,learn,laugh,?l why do you write??
Fragments of being
scattered throughout a lifetime
held together by our illusion
Of reality and security
Fragile at best
as the Souls shatter
Look carefully, you can see
You are everywhere.
honor all life’s lessons,for it is not what is done to you that counts,
it is how your spirit responds that matters
remember that people do the best they can at the time,
“until they know better” (Maya Angelou)
for we will all need forgiving too
metta to all
i have sat with the morning’s dawn,greeting the sundancers as they filed into the circle
steam rose from the warm washcloths i handed to each dancer,it was an honor to be of service in this holy space
every thought,every action was a prayer
a prayer of thanksgiving
a prayer for strength
a prayer for all peoples
in the circle’s center stood the tree of life
four days…four nights
the people’s love of the earth and all others demonstrated again and again
i was blessed by the tree of life and my spirit flew
love is not possessive
love is not conditional
love is not limiting
love is not revoke able
love is vast and unending
love is who we are
i was blessed to receive that love from a most bright and beautiful spirit
who moved on
Sojourners must travel