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
the best is always yet to come
the power of my word
‘in the beginning was the word’
i must be vigilant to speak forth only that which i wish to come into my life … once i become conscious of the power of my word i will only utter that which is in alignment with my desires … my reality becomes the manifestation of these desires through my word
the best in always yet to come
feeling good is my guidance
i listen to the voice within calling my name and identifying my desires – whispering the ways to enjoy the journey … i have to remember it is my journey- that i am my own keeper and what makes me feel good is my guidance … we each come with our own personal purpose – only i could possibly know what is best for me and i must compare me only to myself
the best is always yet to come
living ‘my passion’
i know when i am living ‘my passion’ for i awaken into each day with joy and enthusiasm and an abundance of energy for the unfolding of my desires … this joy and enthusiam and energy are sign posts that i am headed in the right direction … i must be vigilant of these internal sign posts
the best is always yet to come
experiencing of joy
i am born into this life ‘in the image and likeness of God’ with my main purpose being the experiencing of joy … out of my human freedom i add all else … my feeling life is the indicator of all else that i have added – if these indicators are not to my liking i may choose again to add that which leads me back to joy
the best is always yet to come
what i do want
so what is it that i want – all too often i only discover that from travelling along the path of what i do not want and am stopped in my tracks with the realization of ‘what am i doing here?’ … in this moment of consciousness i can turn my thoughts to what it is that i do want and through placing my attention here create a new path where my true self walks in confidence and joy
the best is always yet to come
we all make a difference
it is of the utmost importance to reach down into that place of knowing and of remembering that ‘i make a difference’ – remember this especially when there is no evidence in the world of this difference being made – most times it is not something obvious but our mere presence that makes the difference … i do make a difference – you do make a difference – we all make a difference … hats off in acknowledgment of the differences we are making … thanks be to all of us
the best is always yet to come
celebration of life
thirteen of us sat on the couches around the fire at the ‘Empress’ toasting my dear friends mother ‘Kay’ who just passed away at age 93 – we scattered her ashes along the beach and gathered to celebrate her life with Bristol cream sherry and hors d’oeurves and stories from those present of ‘Kay’ and of each of our own mothers … this was a coming together of old friends with whom we share history and those new with whom to discover awaiting tales of yet untraveled roads – we were lifted to a new level of inner acknowledgment of our own presence and the difference we make in the lives that we touch … thank you ‘Kay’ for sharing yourself with each of us and leaving us fuller for the experience
the best is always yet to come
eat dessert first
‘ you dare to be different’ – the words from the mother of two young children sitting at the table across from us at the restaurant.- we ordered dessert first following the suggestion from a birthday card of years ago ‘ life is unpredictable so eat dessert first’ – whenever we go out for dinner dessert is first – it usually calls forth a response of excitement from the waitress with ‘my kind of people’ or ‘wish you had been my parents’ and even ‘not unless you have a note from your mother’ – it makes absolute sense because what if we are too full from dinner to have room for dessert! – the sweets satisfy that yearning and when the dinner comes we often eat only half taking the rest home for tomorrow’s lunch – it also leaves the savoury tastes lingering from the main course … it is interesting how it always gets the response of being an out of the ordinary ‘no-no’– i find it as a metaphor for the rest of our lives – doing all the things that are necessary or shoulds and always leaving the wonderful things to last where there is often not enough time or money or room to accommodate them … it is my suggestion to now and then put dessert first – not as a rule of thumb but as a treat and see how it lightens up life