change of direction

the creation of this website is giving me the opportunity to share with you that which is old and the emerging new – a journey into the archives of my life and with this gleaning of the past through places i had long ago forgotten bringing a new clarity to this present moment – to this path that i am walking today . . . i look back on words that may have been uttered in haste and the immediate change of direction my life took – the reminder that words once spoken are forever in the world – the necessity for vigilance around the spoken word living more fully within my consciousness . . .  it is said that destiny lives within the muscles of the body especially in the muscles activating the human voice – how often has it been my speaking that demanded me to take accounting of my life and move on to what is next . . . so what is next anyway?

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the best is always yet to come

ultimate joy

The moment was perfect

                an instant knowing

                                and then

                         we rested in each other’s arms

there was forever in our coming together

                 that place of ultimate joy

        when we looked into each other’s eyes

                 the bond was sealed for all time

                                 plus one day       

                        in case that one of us misunderstood

it is in the chemistry for us to be in love

                 and that will always be

                        throughout forever

                                 throughout forever

                                         plus one day

my sense of your being abides within my heart

. . .

the best is always yet to come

spiral of strength

i yearn for that masculine being

                    before whom i can lay

                                                the thinkings of my heart

                                and  the visions of my thinking

         and together as a man and a woman

                catch fleeting glimpses of understanding

                                  of this living breathing tapestry of life

                                                                      relationship

                                                     and

                      relationship can only be viewed from within

                                                   from within relationship

when magnets of polar opposites come together

           the strength of the binding

                       is in proportion to the trueness

                                                  of the poles

the same is true of relationship

                  the bonding of opposites true to their nature

                                    creating a spiral of strength leading upward

                          to visions  that can only be seen from relationship

                                             to heights that can never be reached

                                                                  as we stand alone

 . . .

 the best is always yet to come

enwrapped in love

everything i embark upon seems to fall short of the goal

        is that really possible

                 or are the goals i seem to fail to reach

                        still in the cocoon enwrapped in love

                                        and waiting

i know i am an arrogant spirit

        thinking that i can reach those higher places

                in short spans of time

the seeds need just the right amount of time

                and to hurry processes of unfolding

                                is a blasphemy

things seldom turn out the way i planned

                for one small pebble on the road

                        can bring about that change in direction

                                that in all my planning

                                                never crossed through my mind

and then one day

        i see the goal attained

                        that i had long ago forgotten

                for by another journeying way

                        the circle found itself

                                and in an instant left the way open

                                        to ever spiraling heights

. . .

the best is yet to come

listen to the whisperings

My thinking draws me backward

                   to the things that stand as fact

                             written within the journals of time

          I briefly hold and then let go

                             of these flashes

                   sign posts pointing me

                             in new and different ways

I seek the wisdom

                   held within the entries of this journal

          using this knowledge to move onward

I listen for the whisperings

                   of new opportunities

                             drawing me forward

. . .

the best is always yet to come

intricate meshing of lives

I walk the gardened path of choices

                    balancing my inner and my outer worlds

          its ribboned pathway loops and turns

          and coming back upon itself

                   shows me a whole new world of possibility

                             seen through a whole new perspective

I walk this path alone

          viewing the intricate meshing of lives as they touch mine

          sharing the loops and turns with fellow travelers

                   as we journey together

                             and yet alone

There are so many of these travelers

          and in the gardens where we stop to linger for a while

                             each leaves the fragrance of its blossom

                                                in my soul

I sit patiently at this place of turning

          as shared pathways weave into the ribboned tapestry of my Life

                             with this spiraled colouring of my world

. . .

the best is always yet to come

separate yet together

our days together have been many

          with periods of time apart

                                                   . . .

we are separate people

yet in our separateness

            the cord of love  held us together

                            through its

                                         thoughtful caring

                                          tender feelings

                                           and  youthful passion

we are also togetherness people

yet in our togetherness

         there is time to be alone

                   to keep in touch with our own beings

                                   through

                                          self-understanding

                                          self growth

                                          and self love

we are separate yet together

          together yet alone

                    a beautiful balance

                    a beautiful happiness

                    a beautiful life

. . .

the best is yet to come

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