Miracles

We all an ability to find what is truly good for us in life, to truly know what will serve us to improve our quality of lives. To find the path of  truth and freedom in our lives. But the path often takes us through the difficult valley of pain and tribulation.

Because the valley is a catalyst for the process of growth and transformation, where the death of self and all its hindering illusions lead us to the revelation of grace and newness of life.

Just as a shell breaks open to allow the seed within to grow up through the hard soil under the life giving sun. This little miracle reminds us that pain seems no less wondrous than joy for they both seem to spring from the same place within the soul as both come from the trials of life. They are opposites yet one cannot exist without the other reminding us to wait through the long winters of pain until the joy of spring comes.
As we learn to accept the passing weather so do we learn that the heart has different seasons of growth and decay. To learn to welcome the miracle of healing when it does come, even in the form of a bitter potion for the soul that cleanses and brings a brighter tomorrow.
To lead us away from choosing hurt and self destruction, to show us that we are all a miracle child of God. To show us that we hope not in vain for a way through our hurt that is so often self-imposed, but that we can have so much more than we dreamed possible.
What do you seek, strive and hope for today? Whatever it may be, it lies within your grasp. Never, ever give up!

Lamentation of silent suffering (prose)

See this soft memory of nigh forgotten pain written forever upon the ghost of my childhood, somehow comes so clearly into focus for me now.
From a close circle of family we find common belonging, but why this writhing discontent that seems to carry such dreaded weight?
Remembrance of what we lost in years gone by, simple pleasures we shared together, scattered upon the rocks of bittersweet tension.
Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. How this nail deepens upon the flesh of my soul to see you in bleeding distress.
Like i can feel you twisting on a tourniquet of regret, feeling too much loss and empty time gone by. Longing to regain all that was stolen from you.
I wish i could eat this black cancer of past that holds you down, like this collective hurt we all share, to heal the wounds of yesterday.
To be the hurt, the pain, the agony for you beloved, to bleed open for you, if only that would set you free.
So i see the burning pages turn to grey ashes as my past dies to me, the dreams that have died so i can birth new ones within my soul.
This cathartic cleansing i want to share with all of you, for us to be whole once again. To find all that we lost, i still hope for that.
To see joy return unto you, to see this thieving misery wither and die.
To see its hold over you decay and turn to dust, to give birth to a new dream within your soul, a dream of love, not of pain.
Dreams that can lead you to the gates of eternity,
Trust in what God wants to give you; dreams of a better place beloved, where every tear will  be wiped from our eyes and we will never thirst again.
Where nothing can stifle your voice,where our collective hurt is a distant memory and where families are at last whole again.

Real moments

We all have experiences that serve to define our lives and leave unmistakable impressions with us forever.

These are moments that are aften not loud and shouted from the proverbial rooftops. They are the quiet moments of comfort, compassion and self discovery.
Breathe deeply sitting upon your yoga mat an take it all in. Savor every moment and feel connected to who you truly are. Know the truth and beauty of that moment and know no one can take it from you. To see past the illusions of life that pile upon us stress and pain. Yet also find meaning and comfort in both our bliss and our suffering.
To have harmony in our mind and bodies, these cherished moments upon the mat of connection to our cores, our deepest selves. These are the real moments that make life worth truly living.
Like mana from heaven, they are to be found if we are willing to slow down and look for them.
To know the wonder of the sunrise, to have the love of our families on christmas eve, to hear the birds singing in the depths of the woods, to feel the touch of someone close to you. Moments when we when we connect to others, God and ourselves.
Moments that are true, wonderful and real....these moments are awaiting us every day if we are willing are to look . To look beyond the veil of the mundane and find the extrordinary. So as you go on with life be aware that every moment has the potential to change your life for the better.........