A Love Song to the Dead
This song is dedicated to all the loved ones that have passed.
I can always find you.
You wait in the silence.
Your presence felt in-between the beats of my heart.
Where you are the wind blows gently across your face,
Creating a blurry image, of love none-the-less.
You reside in my peaceful place within.
You have always been there waiting
Patiently, for me to recognize you.
I asked where you went?
You did not answer
Because you didn’t go anywhere.
You are where you have always been,
So long I’ve wanted to reach out to you but was blind.
Not understanding I need not extend my arm towards infinity.
No, you just wanted me to be still.
To feel my way to you.
In the silence we are together.
In the silence we are love.
In the silence we are one.
When I think of you a purple light glows in the corner of my eye.
I feel your presence.
I know you are there.
There were you have always been,
Loving me from the inside.
Do you hear the music to these lyrics? Let me know.
You are walking along a path. The path is green and lush. It’s vibrant and almost glowing. This is your life’s authentic path. To the side of you is mountainous terrain, steep and rocky.
There are points along the path where you experience falling rocks. You’re frightened. Scared of being tumbled and crushed by the rocks you see coming towards you at faster and faster speeds.
Instead of keeping your course, you act out of fear. You leave your lush and luminous path in an effort to avoid the stones. Soon you find yourself much worse off. Not only have you been unable to change the fact that the rocks are crashing all around, you now find yourself in coarse rugged terrain. You find it hard to keep your footing. You’re tripping, falling, getting scraped up and increasingly frustrated, but your chance of getting hit by the falling rocks had not decreased at all. In fact, one might argue your increased negative energy might work towards drawing in your worst nightmare,
being pummeled to death.
Had you stayed your course on the vibrant green path, what would have happened? Sure you still may have been hit by a rock, but your ground and
footing would be solid and supporting you. By following the path you are guided, instead of running directionless through the mountainous terrain.
Sometimes in life we see rocks falling around us. We can act out of fear, and run widely in a different direction, or we can stay the course that feels true in our heart, keeping to our path. It doesn’t mean that rocks won’t fall, or that we’ll never get hurt, but on our path we are guided by following the lush green glow.
This story is a reminder for me in some conversations the best, most kind and loving thing you can do is to say nothing at all. Instead of entering the often very ugly terrain of the ego, choose to stay on your path and act out of love. You may not stop the hurtful words from falling but by sticking to your path of love and light you will not get lost in the darkness.
Here’s to following your heart and staying true to your path in life, no matter what debris falls your way. You are love.
The Crisp Air
Crinkling leaves falling off trees.
The smoky smell of a burning fire.
Food. Family. Friends
Childhood memories come back to visit again.
Laughter & sugar-highs; you can feel the joy rise.
In my house.
On my porch.
Cooked, & in my drink with cinnamon, of course!
Life’s a Miracle. Celebrate Change. Fall in love!
Have a safe & Happy Halloween!
There were so many pieces
A puzzle much to overwhelming to complete
All vastly unique
Once it seemed like a solid mass
It never really was
Merely an illusion
There were times in her life when the pieces fell
Scattered far apart
The feeling she could never find them all again
Put it together?
That felt like a cruel joke!
Not to mention that one piece she just could NOT find!
Even though she was fairly certain it was somewhere in the house
The difference to this puzzle was a force
A magnet of sorts
Each time they scattered
Time drew together
The one she continuously struggled to find
It collected weighty debris
Came back greater
Making an even larger heart
The pieces to her life were edged with glue
An incredible power
In the bond she could perpetually find all those who love her
The souls that forever hold a piece of her heart
Their love always completed her heart
~*~ dedicated to a special person who forever holds a piece of my heart
...to be continued
Stay tuned for information on how to find the second piece...
The wind pushed the trees to the side.
The leaves rippled from their stems.
A small path opened up.
One that had not been visible before the wind.
Sun peaked through in random spots.
Giggling could be heard in the distance,
Although the source was not seen.
When entering the pot holes of sun,
An incredible warmth could be felt.
Gazing up through the branches at the wide open sky
From the crowded ground below.
The clouds parted as it became clear
This nature’s haven was a perfect metaphor for life.
Maybe the path does not always lead to eternal sunshine?
Maybe that’s better?
Why isn’t it always clear?
In retrospect, the sun spots were not so random at all.
Merely a perfect intricate design of enlightenment.
My dear friend Jessielynn and I have decided that sometimes we would like to work together and pull inspiration from each other. I am very excited about the opportunity because Jessie is a constant source of inspiration for me and has been since Grade 2. Having always loved the idea of working with Jessie, this is particularly exciting for me.Currently we are working on a name for our joint posts. At this point we do not have a set schedule of when and how frequently we will do them. It may be just whenever the mood strikes us, or when the East wind meets the West.For a little preview of what our future joint collaborations will look like, I have put something together. Part I will be on one of our blogs followed by Part II on the other. Please enjoy, and remember to read or view Part I first by following the link to get the full picture.Part Iit’s shades of gray on Thoughts Punctuated
or go toLink: http://thoughtspunctuated.blogspot.com/2010/02/teeny-tales-its-shades-of-gray.html
it’s shades of gray continued...
As the days past and she went from room to room painting them shades of gray, a part of her missed the old black and white decor. It was like missing her childhood. The part that simply explained the unexplainable with magic, and that was good enough for the younger her.
Missing the time when the weight of the world didn’t fall on her shoulders. Because of course that’s what her parents were for.
In the living room, stopped on the ladder, roller in hand, whale gray paint dripping to the drop cloth covered floor; time stopped.
It was then she decided she would leave one room black and white.
After all, it symbolized her roots. A place if she got lost she could come back to.
But which room?
She knew there was only one answer. Her office.
The place where her creations came to life. Her special space where she felt cozy and enthused.
But just black and white didn’t seem to fit anymore. She had grown and wanted her room to reflect that.
So she decided to add touches of red.
Red to symbolize the passion that burned inside her.
Red to symbolize the blood that gave her life.
Red to symbolize her beating heart which kept her going, especially when times got tough.
Red to symbolize Love
But it was the black and white room that left her just enough space for the infinite colors of life to explode.
This creative writing is dedicated to 2 truly amazing women.
One about to embark on a life changing journey.
The other, the oldest friendship outside of my family I carry with me to this day. A friendship that has grown with me, nurtured me, pushed and inspired me creatively in ways I would never have known.
Both have my heart, and my gratitude.
I love how your hat hangs here next to mine, she said. It makes me smile. In that case I will leave it right here next to yours when I am gone. What’s the point? She said. When you’re away I am not going to feel like smiling.Yes you will, he said. You’ll focus. Enough of that crazy talk, she said. It makes me annoyed.In fact, she said. The whole thing annoys me. It down right hurts me!You don’t get it, she said. I’m MAD!MAD that this is happening.MAD that all I want to do is spend time with you, and I am not going to get to do that.MAD that you brought this on us.And she back peddled. Maybe I did not mean that, she said.Maybe it is just the hurt talking. And now I’m even more annoyed for feeling bad about what I said!I don’t deserve this, she said as she walked off to the corner and stared at the wall. Of course you don’t, he said. You deserve to be happy. Don’t you get it? She said. You’re what makes me happy. Being WITH you makes me happy.And now I feel like you are taking that away from me. Like your choices, however valid they may be, are taking that away from me. You know? He said.I wish I had a magic potion to take the hurt away. To make you smile ALL the time.I wish my love, so deep, so much larger than myself, could take every ounce of hurt, every ounce of unhappiness, and carry it far away. So far away neither of us could feel this pain again.You know though darling? He said. I won’t REALLY be gone. Oh GREAT! She said. More of the crazy talk. I guess I am going to have to work on my telepathy. She said in a very sarcastic tone.If I am ever going to be able to talk to you.Talk to you when I want to talk to you.Talk to you when I NEED to talk to you. We are made of the same matter, he said.No matter where our particles go they’ll always act in unison. Our love is one in the same.No matter how split apart we are our love will always be joined.In the Divine Matrix we are always connected. No distance could ever change that, he said. It is bigger than us.And you know? He said again. There is a gift in all of this. Oh really? She said sarcastically. Yes, he said. You’ll grow in a way you never knew possible. You’ll grow in a way most will never know, but so many already do.Your strength, our bond, they will be forces nothing can reckon with. Well if that is the gift, she said. I DON’T want it! You may not know it now but the growth that will happen, the insight and knowledge you’ll gain will be something you’ll treasure. Something you would never trade. That is so cliché. She said and rolled her eyes. The next day she went to her favorite bookstore alone, and bought every book on telepathy she could find. And in such a small store that wasn’t very many.With the books in her lap, she sat and slowly but quickly sipped her coffee, frozen in concentration. When she returned home, Together they picked a song.A song only they knew.A song only for them.A song she would listen to repeatedly for 365 days, 8760 hours, 525600 minutes, 31536000 seconds.A song, THEIR song, which would get her through the moments.Moments where emotion flushed through.Moments to focus.Moments of happiness, moments of sadness, moments of hurt and moments of memories ...but they were all moments of love. Credit:
· The term Divine Matrix comes from the book The Divine Matrix
by Gregg Braden.