Blessed Moments
What makes a moment blessed?
What would make a moment not blessed? Indeed. Does such a thing exist?
Let’s Talk About God
For some time now, I have wanted to write a blog entry on God. I have started it many times and then find my words trivial in the face of the topic and delete it.
A Grain of Sand in a Desert
We think we are just grains of sand in a Desert. This Desert is full of grains of sand stretching for miles and miles - in our mind.
You've Gotten a "Hall Pass"
Remember back to grade school or high school when class was a drag and for some legit or illegitimate reason you got a “hall pass”?
"Okay, Okay, I'm awake!" now ... "Who the F#@k am I?"
I am struck by the simple word “awaking” and the concept of this.
Blessedly Undefinable
Some words are small words like “table” or “chair.” And then there are larger words…
Just like the waves …
I find myself contemplating my own expansion and contraction and noticing how I have judged this at times.
Illogicalness - When the Mind is Broken
You know you have found something of pure Spirit when the mind stops working. This is your clue.
How Shall We Dance, Life?
When I was newly on my own in the world, in my early twenties, I gripped life with both hands and moved it cautiously around the dance floor.
Have I Loved Well?
Have I loved well? Have you? Of our actions here in this lifetime, how we love is at the base of who we are.
When Life Changes ...
So I’ve fallen off the face of the Earth - literally - for a bit… and have been having a dickens of a time getting a post actually posted… but here it goes)
When life changes - and the things I assumed would be there each day when I woke … aren’t.
Do We Have Your Attention Yet?
Do we have your attention yet?
My friends in the Spirit world asked me this question yesterday.
“Do we have your attention yet?”
It's Time to Wake UP!
Shall we pretend we don’t feel our neighbors pain? Shall we pretend we don’t know when a child dies of hunger in a distance land?
The Story Within A Story
(I have a metaphor for you) There are two stories in my life. There are two plot lines simultaneously.