Think with your heart. Have faith in your instincts. Place yourself in unfamiliar positions and you just might find you are more comfortable and happier than you ever imagined you could be.
Tag Archives: Peace
The Fortress
I do not need high walls, thick armies, or heavy artillery to protect me.
I need just listen to the quiet, gentle voice within to know the path to victory.
My greatest strength is my inner knowing.
The spirit
May the littlest spirit of celebration inspire in you the greatest joy.
The unfamiliar
Think with your heart. Have faith in your instincts. Place yourself in unfamiliar positions and you just might find you are more comfortable and happier than you ever imagined you could be.
Within
The cold and dark descend upon me like heavy clouds. My focus draws inwards. Folding into that stillness without resistance brings crispness and clarity. There I discover warm radiant light in the cool crisp darkness.
Beingful
In the quiet stillness of the morning’s dawn, I sit, knowing my fullness. Visions and reflections upon a life that is joyful, playful, peaceful, successful, grateful, “easeful,” all floating through my consciousness. I smile in all of the fullness and the goodness that I feel in those quite moments.
And, as the day rolls in and I leave my perch of stillness, of knowing who I really am, in walk the dominant thoughts and beliefs, those who come bearing gifts of knowledge, perspective, and guidance.
Disguised as motivation and inspiration, they convince me that they should stay. As the days go on, more and more of them fill the walls that are me until there is no room for much of anything else.
It becomes harder and harder to return to the visions of the joyful, peaceful, successful me as more and more of my thoughts and beliefs are no longer playful, easeful, and grateful, but are doubtful, stressful, hurtful, “limitful” and “lackful.”
With this set of beliefs and thoughts, how can I expect to live out my heart’s deepest longing, my rightful life of grace and ease, my natural state of happiness and goodness? I cannot.
So, I dig down deep, barely remembering that beautiful being that is me. I close my eyes and breathe deeply. I drop back into the stillness of the early dawn and on each exhale I thank those dominant thoughts and beliefs for their visit. I wish them well as they whisk away on the mist of my breath.
I return to simply being…in all the strength, beauty, vitality, richness, ease, and joy that is me.
Being in the way I was meant to be.
Liquid Love
Abraham-Hicks says, “You are liquid love in physical bodies.”
It is in this space of liquid love
where we rendezvous
our purest selves
without the aid of email, phone, or text
we find each other
share a smile, a hug, a nod
cherishing each other’s being
knowing this is enough
in the darkness
in the silence
in the space between.
Slow Watching
Sometimes life begins to feel like it’s swirling around outside of me, faster than me, bigger than me, as if instead of surfing the wave I find myself caught up, tossing in the undercurrent.
That’s when I recoil my limbs, retract my mind, and tuck securely into my shell. Belly protected, I focus on my breath, on my heartbeat, on listening — listening and watching — as my inner wisdom quietly reminds me that “I’m OK.”
When I go inside, I come back to my center and everything on the outside slows down. I watch…I breathe…and I know that whatever is going on outside, I can always find calm on the inside.
I am
I am earth, holding your deepest secrets.
I am water, bending and moving to carry you.
I am air, lifting and inspiring you.
I am fire, igniting your passion and will.
I am the freedom you have to soar.
I am all that is within and around you.
I am.
I am you.
INDEED
What is my true purpose?
To make great food?
To see and nurture the gifts in others?
To tread gently in this world?
To marvel at the rain?
To be joyful?
To care for the who that I am?
To know peace?
To live in love?
Yes. Yes, indeed.
My true purpose is to align my doing with my being and to act with vision, intention, and determination.
Monday Mindfulness 