Spirit Walk: Journey of a Soul Embodied now available!

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I've been putting all my effort into finishing this book!  Now that it is almost out, I have time to start writing new stuff again!  My best to you all!

The Compassion

Silence has been filling my heart of late.
  Not a peaceful silence, no.
  A roaring, angry silence.

I don't feel therein the familiar
  tendrils of self doubt or discouragement.
  It just feels as pure anger, pissed off.

Another, usually wiser, part of me knows
  that anger is not a core emotion.
  It is not pure in substance or form.

Rather, it is a cloak, a shield, a dagger
  to turn outward when looking inward
  is too painful.

Yes, I know that.

Yet, sometimes I linger in the
  raw, bleak, cold fusion of
  bitterness, resentment and petulance.

It's an escape for me.
  While I linger in this space,
  I don't have to take responsibility.

I can build the rationale and justification for
  not moving forward, not accepting life
  as it comes to me, not living into my all.

And now, as I remember all this,
  I smile.
  For, I do want to step forward.

I do want to live fully in this life.
  I can accept responsibility for myself.
  I can take another step into the great mystery.

And, another silence fills my heart.
  This silence is different than the first.
  It is peaceful and hopeful.  It is love.

It melts the anger, soothes my pain,
  surrounds me with compassion,
  lights the path forward for my next step.

the unnameable, the animating force

Sometimes, the feeling of gratitude is so immense
  I feel I will simply melt into the stars.

The gifts of Spirit are so rich, shared with such elegance,
  and offered without expectation of recompense.

Gifted simply because

So, I fall to my knees,
  tears glistening on my cheeks,
  the grace of God filling my heart,
  the sense of awe opening my soul
  to the ALL that is.

Thank you, Great Spirit, Creator, God
  whatever your name is or isn't
  whatever space your fill or create

thank you.

Gaia, Hear Me

'Who are you, really?' Gaia queries.
  And, why are you here?'

'I want so much to be real,' I start.
  'I have lines and curves, a face and a name.
  A faint memory whispers to me,
  I AM.'

'Yet, I chose to come here.
  And, the currents that are life
  wash around me, throw me off balance,
  turn me upside down.'

'So, when finally I face the sky and
  fill my lungs with the precious chi,
  I have forgotten who I AM.'

'Then, I struggle, and I cry, and I scream
  to the empty sky,
  Who AM I?!'

'Am I real?  Have I value?  Does my worth
  surpass all the sorrow, the disappointment,
  the anger that fills my heart?'

'Can the love from which I was birthed
  rescue me from the dark corners of my soul?!'

'The answer, my child,' smiles Gaia, 'is yes.'

'Remember, you chose to come into this form,
  the form you see in the mirror, the form you see
  reflected back to you in the eyes of another.'

'Quiet yourself, find stillness.
  Hear the whisper of the wind.
  Feel the cool waters on your feet.'

'Remember.
  Remember who you really are.
  Remember why you came here.
  Know that everything is as it should be.'

'Know that you are the glory of the Creator,
  manifest here, now.
  You are a gift.
  You are love incarnate.'

'The pain, the challenges, the questions,
  come to you as sacred offerings,
  as gifts given for your ascension,
  as the hints to help you remember,
  as the soil from which you can grow

to fulfill the promise of who you are.

Wisdom of the Moss

Watching now, the moss in the stream.
  So lithely, gracefully, it dances with the current.
  Creating art with sun and shadow and its soft green tendrils.

It hangs on, yes, hangs on for dear life.
  The currents flow around and through it,
  turning it this way and that, shaping it, forming it
  in ways it could never have imagined,
  in ways it might never have wanted,
  changing it, always.

And yet,
  creating the space and conditions
  that give it life,
  through which it can find and be
  its authentic self, know its true nature,
  live in its truth.

So, in life.
  The currents pulling, shaping, tugging,
  stretching always,
  challenging us to remember who we are,
  asking us to live authentically,
  and gifting us with the experiences and
  the people and the moments
  that offer the opportunity
  to know, to remember,
  to experiment, to be

who we really are

and to know, to remember,
  to experiment, to be

why we came here.

Grandmother Tree

'I am Grandmother.'

'I lived many moons in this tree
  and now it has fallen to its rest.'

'But, I am here still,
  breathing life into the seed
  held by mother earth,
  sparking the energy that flows
  from root to stars,
  blessing the fragile bud, and
  laughing in glee as it bursts forth
  in the song of blossom.'

'I am tender hearted and strong.
  I am here, forever, with you.'

'Walk in my path.
  Find shade beneath my branches.
  Feast on my fruit.
  Touch the sky from my limbs.'

'I come to you in grace
  as a conduit between mother earth,
  father sky and infinity beyond.'

'Breath the air from my lungs.
  Feel the cool soil beneath my bough.
  Know that you are loved, always.'