We are having a temporary experience, as eternal Spiritual Beings, manifested as the Divine One walking. This rhythm we step to is of the Soul. The lull of expectations and the swiftness of our recognition of our mastery collide and the dance is ever changing in this perfect moment of Now.
You realize the speed at
which you are going to move while ascending. You can reckon the speed at which
you were going while descending. In between, you are too engrossed in the
journey.
“Sometimes now was enough. Sometimes it was everything.” ― Mary Balogh, Simply Perfect
“The Warrior of the Light is a believer. Because he believes in miracles, miracles begin to happen. Because he is sure that his thoughts can change his life, his life begins to change. Because he is certain that he will find love, love appears.” ― Paulo Coelho, Warrior of the Light
Intuition has its own atmosphere…
It is where the Light is…..
Where vibrations softly hum a familiar melody..
striking cords within
One is guided to the dance….
Where dreams meet creations….
The feeling of this place
Is well enough reason…to go there…
“Life can be spent in an atmosphere of continuous encouragement, you will ignore the complex and it will disappear” ― Sunday Adelaja
The picture on my main blog page….taken by me.. was part of my..”once upon a time” garden.
I still miss that house..and then…
I take a breath…
And don’t.
I have a lovely Jasmine making its own mark upon my heart
these days…and new roses have thrived here at…
THE BUNGALOW
Yep….a baker’s dozen of months, since the
unexpected…unrehearsed move….into a home that we did not want to buy…but
did….
Yes..I have continued living..
even though..we both fell off the world we knew…
We realized..we had to leave…to find our way
Well..once awakened…it’s all a horrible relief anyway…..but
I digress…
With every moment consciously pressing to the sight of
myself…I balanced my smile better……..
I got into the rhythm of acceptance…I stopped carrying sad
words….
And replaced them with the now common phrase that echoes
daily in our home….still….
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME NOW..”
I said it so much that for my birthday this year..
My hubs had a license plate made for me….yep
“RUKDNME”
He has a sick and contagious humor…..
On May 27th this year, we started prepping our bungalow, for the exterior painting….and finally…on June 29th we were ready to put paint to roller and brushes..and begin..
This coming Sunday..we will be taking the final pictures of
the completed works..where again we are reminded..why we both love to dance
together…
We took a day, this past weekend..to NOT paint and drove to
our local fruit barn and took Miss Beans..our Mini Whippet girl… in her
stroller and we bought fruit and nuts..and fish food..to feed the Koi in their
pond…Miss Beans loves the fish..
She will be 6 in November and she grew up feeding these fish
every spring and summer…
They come right up to the shore and Miss Beans talks to
them..little whisper barking..and tail wagging..
She was 8 weeks old..when she first met them… time does go
merrily by…
Yes…we drove past the old house..that day too….for the first time since… the move….
We got to the house and my glorious garden…was gone….completely taken away as if it never existed..and bare dirt was left,…nothing growing..nothing thriving….and the house seemed sad…there was no rose garden for the birds to gather in…the emptiness was deafening
I have a picture, from 2014…as I was coming down my stairway..of
a perfect rose bud…peaking through the top window at the entry..
I took a picture of its blooming..every day..each morning,
with the sunrise…and then….one day..it became whole and gloriously
happy….
It bloomed whole..the day we learned my hubs was cancer
free….
Deep breath..a lot of life happened..at that house..
it was a glorious summer that year….
Letting go is always an awakening within itself…
We got back to THE BUNGALOW…… gloriously grateful…to
be
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a
river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs
over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless
raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through it
Leave the road..and memorize….
the life that passes by…
carry this voice..
through the light years…
left to go….
We are each a river….
The ocean is our goal….
Our strength and courage polish our life..
Where everything goes the rivers’ way…
As life empties itself…into the tide of Being….
We must leave the shore…to find our way..
Not to search….just to flow….
“May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back”― Rainer Maria Rilke
