There are fields of love around us, an energetic pull… a glorious feeling, of grace alive in full… Angels cry holy and anthems can be heard, it’s a sacred celebration of consciousness in the world… A wave of joy greets us, the unseen appears, mystical awakenings it’s music to our ears… And we dance in worship, singing in between, despite all our brokenness, kindness intervenes… it’s divine intervention, an incarnate gift, the elation of our senses a triumphant shift! There’s a call to remember who we really are, earthbound for a moment we hail from the stars… There are heavenly beings among us breaking through the silence, speaking out great truth, with love and grace to guide us…
“I am a pencil in the hand of God, writing a love letter to the world.” – Anonymous
Someone once, in a forest asked me what my superpower was, and I’ve pondered it for some time.
The real me, not the fake part that wants to look good on the outside. It’s the squishy part that moves my waters, that squeezes the tears from my eyes, the part overwritten with holiness, where my true treasure is found.
I can doll myself up and wear fancy clothes. I can smudge my eyes with makeup and pose in very soft light, but inside me, there’s a light that can never be extinguished, it’s my soul’s light. If you close your eyes very tightly even on the darkest night you will still be able to see that inner light It dances, it sees, it feels, it loves, it hears, it touches, and it has a joyful presence.
Lately, I had the wind knocked out of me literally. (a long story) It’s taken a while to find my way back, without faking a smile.
And I’m returning to my superpower, deep in the depths, I searched my heart to find it. It’s pretty hard to find beneath the facade, you know that “little me” that needs acceptance and love.
It’s the part of me that doesn’t really need accolades or approval because I know all around me there’s a crowd of witnesses, be it my ancestors, my son, or the angels. They all fully approve of me because when they look upon me they only see my inner light, they don’t see the jagged edges of my form or my ego.
We are all perfect in God’s sight, that is the God of our understanding, not the god made up by man. Maybe it’s the universe in perfect union that colors our lives, or nature’s wonderful gift that keeps on giving.
If you look ever so closely with the eyes of your heart you will see a soul light in every single earthling…
Yesterday’s solstice brought the fields to life, waving and dancing before our eyes. the sun remained high in the evening sky a feeling of summer was rising high. and the winds rustled through solemn trees, singing guinea-fowl put us at ease…
Ever watchfully we pray we dance to bring on rain, we see storm clouds gather we see them fade away. One thunderclap won’t make the rain fall, the rain gods haven’t heard. If only If only our tears could water the earth. The land is thirsty, the sun has scorched the ground, we long for that joyful moment when the rain pours down! Dark formations move across the skies, we’re ever watchful will heaven hear our cries?
“You live on – in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here… Death ends life, not a relationship.” ― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie
Sometimes I ask myself, why is it still so hard why are the walls around me closing in again why is the night so long and why can’t I just be okay?
and the answer comes in deep murmurs spoken in shadows across my room; the longing never ends because it exists deep in the bones of my body and will only leave me when my bones finally become dust…
though I am a vehicle of love and light I’ve been blown out by his departure, and yet he reads to me at twilight in patterns and vivid colors across the skies he sings to me in birdsong like a never-ending canticle of love in harmony with angelic beings…
He carries me together with my ancestors back to the wildness of my existence, right back to the very beginning to the foundation of the earth where we planned all this together…
I think I reek of disappointment in how my life has turned out yet I know that it has been written in the Akash for once I should acknowledge it…
I’ve set a table now at my pity party where tea and sympathy is being served in crystal goblets made from stardust… I watch in those moments between the tears expecting my magical thinking to save me. and it never does!
But I am found again, and again in spite of my brokenness in the presence of something holy.
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