Let Go and Move On

Let go of old belief systems. You know, the things ingrained in your brain that hold you back or pin you down. You know what I’m talking about. It might be a family superstition, a religious dogma, an expectation or opinion of you, or a statement made against you. This could be a past humiliation, something that binds you in shame or guilt or causes you a lack of confidence. Many of these boulders of principle date back to our childhoods. Yes, I call them boulders because they weigh so much on our emotional bodies that we are unable to move our physical and intellectual bodies to start the work we need to do. When you can move this block in your mind you enter the wonderful world of emotional and spiritual freedom.

Honor what is true. How do you know what is right? First of all, the ego lies. When we choose to do the right thing it usually resonates in either our heart or gut, sometimes both. The guidance of prayer or meditation helps pave the way, not what someone else tells you is best for you. The answers will come, but you must be willing to listen to spirit.

Clip those wings and fly!

Peace Like A River

If you' re not beside a real river, close your eyes, and sit down beside an imaginary one, a river where you feel comfortable and safe. Know that the water has wisdom, in its motion through the world, as much wisdom as any of us have. Picture yourself as the water. We are liquid; we innately share water's wisdom. — (Eric Alan, "Meditation Draws Its Power From the Water," The Oregonian (September 11, 2005))

If you’ re not beside a real river, close your eyes, and sit down beside an imaginary one, a river where you feel comfortable and safe. Know that the water has wisdom, in its motion through the world, as much wisdom as any of us have. Picture yourself as the water. We are liquid; we innately share water’s wisdom. — (Eric Alan, “Meditation Draws Its Power From the Water,” The Oregonian (September 11, 2005))

I carry an inner peace. I am able to feel calm in the midst of storms. Recently I began to feel a growing agitation within. At first, I thought I’d allowed outside forces to disrupt my harmony.  I realize we are each subject to a certain amount of negativity and chaos, and I was quick to blame my lack of serenity on that. Once I began to soothe my soul, I discovered it was my own lack of spiritual practice which had caused my unrest.

How simple it is to slip away from the things we need the most, and by things I don’t mean material means. I’m talking about meditation, prayer, solitude, rest, and whatever it might be that feeds or comforts one’s soul.

I suppose it could be said a spiritual life is as important to overall balance as an aligned spine is to physical health.  Have you ever felt out of whack and realized you held the solution in the palm of your hand? Unclench your fist, and read the writings of your heart.

Here’s wishing you enough…

Enough time alone, and enough time with loved ones

Enough quietness to hear the voice within

Enough insight to see the beauty before you

Enough touch to feel the love surrounding you

Enough awareness to feel the wind in your face

Enough fortitude to stop long enough to enjoy the fragrance of the day


Enough sensitivity to taste the zest of life…

Upon A Drift In Time

“Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know that everything in life has purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from.” ~Elisabeth Kubler-Ross



Perhaps to some it appears I have withdrawn from society. Perhaps to a degree I temporarily have. I have retreated to the quiet zone, to a place of listening. I have entered sacred territory, the heart of relationship. Living in relationship has nothing to do with being thrust into the midst of the world.

As you know, there is no right or wrong way to do this. Some meditate. Some pray. Others create art, listen to music, read, dance, or walk in nature. We absorb ourselves where we are led. We do what feeds us. I’m doing a bit of it all as I am called. We all need times of quiet solitude.

I am not absent…I am reentering the flow…

On Doing The Difficult

Bless my mind and body wholly and holy to get me where I’m going.

Help me climb the steps if it leads where I need to be.

Teach me how to walk the path of resistance if it is what I’m meant to follow.

Though you allow me to choose, I ask you to enable me to decide.

Allow me to discern your requests and my expectations.

Grant me the vision to see the trail if it is not clearly defined.

Motivate me to take the first step where I have not treaded.

Discipline me to enable me to learn the lesson before me.

Endow me with the tools necessary to complete the task.

Give me strength to keep trying when I feel like giving up.

Might I always demonstrate my best effort.

I pray you replace my fear with courage.

I ask you to empower me with wisdom.

May you inspire me to go the distance.

May you guide each step of my journey .

To The Love Of My Life

P9050020_1Dear Cool,

Many years ago, a lonely girl sat in her tenth grade English class and watched a boy standing in the hallway with his girlfriend. He stared deep into her eyes with such adoration. This girl was absorbed in the moment as she watched from a few yards. Her heart was hurting from wanting that kind of love. She offered a prayer up to God. She pleaded that someday would He please give her someone in her life to look at her like that. Someone who had eyes just for her. She wanted to be loved like that.

A few years later, this girl started dating a guy. He looked at her like that. He not only looked deep into her eyes but pierced her soul. They had a connection. They fell in love.

A few years after that, they got married. They were in love. The details didn’t matter. At their wedding, someone asked where they were going to live. They looked at each other and laughed. They hadn’t planned past the honeymoon. They were in love. They figured God would take care of the rest.Image12

There were some rough years. Poor years. He was in college. She worked to support them. They lived off of Dinty Moore beef stew and Minute rice. They were in love. They didn’t have “things”, but they had each other. They had book cases made from cinder blocks and wood. They had a utility spool table. They did have a bed and other second hand pieces of furniture given to them. They would have been happy sleeping on the floor. They had each other, and they had love. That was all they needed.

The boy graduated from college. They had children. The girl’s job turned to motherhood, and oh, how she loved it. They bought a home. Life happened. The kids grew up and are in college. That boy and that girl are now a middle aged couple. They have many “things” accumulated through the years. Above all, they have love.

I thank God every day that He heard the prayer of that lonely desperately looking -for -love teenage girl that day. Not only did He answer that prayer, but He blessed that girl with the exact boy she had been watching over thirty years ago. Our souls clasped hands and melded. Now, they beat from a solitary heart. I am forever grateful for you and your love.

You have loved me, protected me, and provided for me, and I am

Forever Yours,