gifts held within store
enjoy whatever is in my life with gratitude – it may not be what i was expecting but the gifts that are held in store might only be opened by the key held within that which is coming into my life right now . . . it is this feeling of gratitude that washes away all else leaving the shining key ready for the opening . . . i await the gifts
. . .
the best is always yet to come
the path to lean my shoulder to
my task must now be
to find my place within the future
a vantage spot where i can see
in all directions
and when i catch my own eyes looking forward
from where i stand in this moment
then i will know the path to lean my shoulder to
and i will know the deeper truth of soul economy
where my life’s purpose becomes so clear
that sideways paths
no longer lure this restless soul
this purpose becoming the anchor
around which this deliberate spirit
may weave its intricate tapestries of life
with equanimity of soul
. . .
the best is always yet to come
friends – the highest and the best
the greatest blessings in my life are the moments in conversation that i spend with dear friends – those times when we share the excitements and heights of euphoria about ecstatic things that transpire in our lives in turn lifting each other’s spirit – the times when we pour out the pain from the sorrows that arise and our empathy lightens the darkness – the times when we speak forth thoughts around creative endeavours and that speaking bringing clarity and sparking new ideas for future creations – and of course those times when the sharing of good food and the best of chocolate nourishes our bodies and fills our souls . . . i thank you my friends for the treasure of our relationships – the highest and the best – bestowing upon me the status of a weatlthy woman indeed – gratitude and appreciation and love fill the space that we share
the best is always yet to come
pristine perspective
the phoenix rises
dancing within a rainbow of colour
lifting out of the soul’s debris
from unexperienced losses
finally brought to the light of the sun
i clear away the ashes
and polish the facets of my being
ready for this shining forth
of my internal light
this pristine perspective
bringing clarity to the path
of what is next
may the good times roll
. . .
the best is always yet to come
so very grateful
i am so very grateful for this mingling
of the joys and sorrows
of this enfoldment
i thrive within the passion
for all those things in my life
that move me forward
which of course is everything
and
the places to which i move
depending on
the thoughts i choose to entertain
the scenerios into which i pour my will
the strategic spot on which to place myself
along the continuums of life
. . .
the best is always yet to come
‘old friends’
‘old friends’ meeting
dissolves boundaries
fortified throughout this lifetime
bringing us to stand face-to-face
in the garden of our most treasured delights
sharing
it is the sharing that brings the greatest joy
the witnessing by a friend
of that which has touched the soul
and in this mutual sharing
the garden flouishes
expanded by the gift of self each brings
and by those born within the joy we share
a much welcomed happiness
. . .
the best is always yet to come
company never hurt a home
company is coming – oh my
plan the dinner and bake a pie
make fresh bread and cinnamon buns
clean the kitchen with the dishes all done
fold the laundry to each one’s pile
clean the bathrooms and polish the tile
vacuum the corners and put things in place
dust each surface and straighten the lace
move all the furniture back into line
clean the windows and make things shine
with time left over to count to five
their car is turning into the drive
. . .
we have had our stories and all of our fun
and now it is time for them to run
the visit is over and said our good-byes
thankful for friends and family ties
sit on the sofa and put up my feet
look around and oh what a treat
my home is clean for me
. . .
the best is always yet to come
Easter Joy
Christ is risen – having come to Earth from the highest of the most high - to experience this Earthly death – to sink into the darkest depths of the underworld and on this Easter morn rise up again from this sleep of death into the light of Spirit … this Joy of this Easter morning is to remind us that we are also immortal Spiritual Beings experiencing this Earthly journey and that our death here is only to this life and then into the continuance of our Eternal Beingness … Christ is Risen – our reminder that we too shall rise again … Easter Joy
this best is always yet to come
the fresh spring air
today i focus on the things i want to see – the brilliant sun that melts away the snows of spring revealing the first tiny shoots of green – the children in their brightly coloured rubber boots splashing in the gathering pools and building boats to sail along the ditches’ flowing water – the returning of the songbirds perched upon the tree outside my window filling my soul with their reveries … i sit upon my porch and feel like a butterfly emerging from my warm and cozy winter cocoon to breathe in the fresh spring air … i let go of the old and with open arms welcome all the new beginnings awakening from within my own spring
the best is always yet to come
where am i with my dreams
the death of my dear friend brings me into the face of my own mortality … what of his dreams? – and where am i with my dreams? – the ones that i imagined as a child and along the way gained clarity and depth and scope – how close are some of these to being called to make appearnce on this stage i stand upon today … what are the smallest things to be done that will make the biggest difference in bringing the greatest number to fruition … and then of course there are all those other things that could be brought to completion with the utterance of the least amount of words – ‘i ask forgiveness and i forgive’ – i am so grateful for the gifts that this forgiving process brings – including the new levels of existence for everyone concerned … and so i talk to you my friend in that place where we abide together forever