February 14th, 2008
Before there was isolation. Before feeling alone. There was a unified force which is ever present but cannot sometimes be felt because being in form separates. This unity has been described by many to consist of pure love.
Being in form individuates, tears apart from the unity that once was. This form is a spectacular gift but it comes at a cost because there is no longer connection with the energy that gives so much sustenance except for very fleeting moments.
Humbled by this life and infinitely grateful to be in the world of forms. Separated by skin. The knowing that such love exists… we must celebrate. And give thanks.
February 9th, 2008
Is the word that stared me down, glaring at me while I listened to the Sweetest Thing. A song that embodies something between love within and love without. Love of the excitement, the freedom and most of all the spiritual. Between the moments of dark, cold wind and rain there is a warmth that breathes on my skin, a softness that caresses my belly as the swell of excitement pushes me to a new space. In my periphery there are sparkles and glimmers that keep my eyes darting about trying to take it all in. The music tastes different, the food sounds happy and the perfume feels thick. I feel I have taken the reigns of my purpose and pulled them up to my chin like a fat, cozy blanket. I am comforted while I take inventory of all the Roads that Present themselves as endless possibilities.
The birds have been talking to me. I am listening but am still unclear… as I stay open to their messages countless people from my past happen by at the most provocative times. Its as though spring is here within starting anew. My old friends have new messages as though the birds have hired them for their voices since the incessant chirping didn’t quite get through. They flit about me, circling me with their wisdom chattering on with little tidbits that clue me into myself. Everything I hear is exactly, precisely and perfectly what I need.
All I can say is Thank You, humbly.
