“What is magic? In the deepest sense, magic is an experience. It’s the experience of finding oneself alive within a world that itself is alive. It is the experience of contact and communication between oneself and something that is profoundly different from oneself: a swallow, a frog, a spider weaving its web.” – David Abram
touch down on serenity, come to rest in faith, turn over your senses to a whimsical gaze…
gather the beauty of fiestas of light, relinquish fear, let bitterness take flight…
run from the chaos, keep your distance from harm, kneel in the presence of a butterfly’s charms…
and believe in the magic that keeps expanding, lie down in meadows, in butterfly landings…
may these messengers of hope quicken your soul, summon you to communion, where love extols…
and into the cosmos you will blissfully blend, if you make these creatures your constant friends…
The month of October is particularly hard for me. It’s my Stevie’s birthday month. We celebrate his life in every year. I personally celebrate him everyday. I will be doing this until I see him again in the flesh in the new earth… He was a man of many talents, and traveled the world, China, India, Israel, USA, UK, Europe. His next stop would have been Russia. He was passionate about God, his family, his friends, cricket, history, Indian food, and he loved a good debate. He developed a reading app for underprivileged kids in the USA. His favorite cities were Jerusalem & Paris. He walked in the steps of Jesus, from Bethlehem to Golgotha. He purchased houses for the homeless and befriended the destitute. He would sit on the pavement with beggars and chat to vagrants. I miss his laugh, his dance, his humor, his enquiring mind, his generosity, his kindness, his compassion for the homeless and poor, holding his hand and his physical presence. His friends called him “sentimental Stevie” because he loved talking about deep things. You could say he was an old soul an *indigo child… He had friends of every belief, Hindus Jains, Jews, Muslims, Atheists, Buddhists, Christians and he loved finding out more about people and what they believed. He is not gone because I feel his presence all around me every single day, and he sends me many signs to tell me he is still with me…
Today is his birthday, he would have been 36, he changed worlds 3 years ago. I feel him all around me, guiding me, watching over me. I feel honored that he was given to me for 33 years, he was and still is one of my greatest teachers, he taught me how to forgive. His friend’s from India named him Satish which in Sanskrit means “one who is truthful”.
I carved my grief into the bark, beyond the known, beneath flickering sunlight where fairies do roam,
and the forests sigh in remembrance of my child for he once walked in sacred woodlands so free and so wild…
his feet left a trace on foreign lands he’s written into the marrow, into the timeless expanse…
In clearings of exquisite light, he glows, steeped in the essence of indigo…
and after all, like John Lennon says…”we all shine on like the moon and the stars and the sun”….
one of his favorite bands…
*Indigo children are considered to be freethinkers with profound insight into the human condition and an ability to see the truth clearly. As spiritually gifted old souls, indigo children find it hard to fit into mainstream society and often become misunderstood, rejected, or misdiagnosed and medicated.
the script has written me into other lands, where the heaviness of loss makes the heart ♡ expand… and love’s favor ricochets, it moves it dances… it elevates…. in colorful auras on grace-filled days, it’s a side-effect of divine praise…
“This love is actually part of you; it is always flowing through you. It’s like the subatomic texture of the universe, the dark matter that connects everything. When you tune in to that flow, you will feel it in your own heart—not your physical heart or your emotional heart, but your spiritual heart, the place you point to in your chest when you say, “I am.” ― Ram Dass, Be Here Now
I’ve been imprinted by a love, more beautiful than this,
in fields of wildflowers I was tenderly kissed…
enchanted by the sweetness of fresh morning dew, I found my bearings in a pleasant rendezvous…
and love’s ambrosia poured out over me, in holy consent from the earth’s treasury…
flowing, moving, helping me thrive, into love’s cosmic ocean I joyfully dive…
Charting the aspects of what it means to be alive, I visit sites where I barely survived… praying my heart can translate the pain, I’m broken open and shattered once again.. my soul laid bare in disorderly praise, I’m always grateful for the love that stays…
