Trust me,
she knew who she was dancing with
the entire time.
She just chose to see the good in everybody.
I personally do not think she should change
that about herself.
It is possible her energy could even bring out
the best in the devil.
~ author unknown
Each year I look forward to a spiritual ritual for the celebrating of my birthday. It is not for sissies, this incarnational experience.
It can even be said we are a God Spark. Our true nature is the theme of a recent post, so just trust me about this: We come from God.
Something is happening that calls for our most profound awareness and commitment: Those most dedicated to love and light are making themselves ill over the conditions in our world.
In My Pores
Gratitude seeps in my pores.
I am thankful for the wooden plaque John made for me for Christmas: Not to spoil the ending, but everything is going to be OK.
The truth hangs on the wall of our utility room. The most mundane of situations needs the most light to be seen clearly.
All conditions are impermanent.
As my fingers dance over the keys on the keyboard Alexa is playing John Denver songs for my listening pleasure: “Sunshine almost always makes me high….” the harmonica calls my soul upward toward the sun.
Loving individuals unknowingly allow their egos to take over their hearts, losing joy and making themselves sick over the conditions in the world today.
Perhaps my birthday wish is all humans can rewrite the ending of the Myth of Icarus.
Son of the creator of the Labyrinth, Icarus was instructed to fly neither too low nor too high. Too close, the sun’s heat would melt his wings of feathers and wax. Too low, the sea’s dampness would clog his wings. Not heeding the warning to avoid the extremes, the former Icarus fell from the sky and drowned in the sea.
It is said about grief that if one you love dies and you refuse to live, then two have died.
We must not ignore or deny the conditions we see in the world. We must also not collapse into helplessness or hopelessness.
Love is our true nature.
“Love is the light that shines from heart to heart…” John Denver sings on. Is John Denver dead? His music isn’t.
Are you alive? Does your music live?
Seventy candles on my cake.
I think I will make my cake a lemon pie, the juice squeezed from a lemon picked (better to ask forgiveness than permission) from a tree where succulent fruit is left to fall to the ground and rot.
Let not the light of our eternal love lay wasted by lamenting conditions which are impermanent.
Gratitude is in our pores.
All conditions are impermanent…
Sheilana Massey invited those gathered for meditation for world peace to consider that every expression of the Divine has a right to be. The darkness and the light. The pleasant and the unpleasant. The old and the young.
As Betty Lue Leiber’s Loving Reminder for January 15, 2020 said, the only mistake we ever make is when we forget to Love.
I look at the crepey skin on my arms, and the brown spots on my hands. I ponder what the next decade will bring in our world. I choose to let my light shine.
