"The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me; my eye and God's eye are one eye, one seeing, one knowing, one love.”
― Meister Eckhart, Sermons of Meister Eckhart
November 10, 2013
The night air is ripe with dreams, kiss of morning mist upon the ground, scent of wood smoke swirling in the air We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already. Chilly mornings and soft sunshine throughout the day; with nippy nights closing up as early as 5:30pm. By four, sunshine starts turning into a misty fairydust of a light; like a feathered vision of some sorts, the atmosphere with itty bitty creatures that seems to glow and dance in the mellow afternoon light. It's the magical light of autumn. A mellow and peaceful place to be at the water's edge. And so full of hope it is, that it is almost like having climbed some magical stairs all the way up to heaven. And I am now standing in the middle of this sanctuary where angels and invisible beings walk, and talk among themselves and watch in wonder. Things replicate themselves in front of your eyes... sky and earth harmonize; they hold hands and dance to the magical tune of the morning...birds sing, as they cross the opened space between sky and water. And you can't really tell them apart, or tell whether you are looking up or down, or if perhaps the sky has fallen down to earth and has melted atop the waters, or if maybe, it is the water, that had decided to climb up to the sky; persuading the clouds away into sleeping a little longer in the hollow of their liquid arms... Lake and sky are the same. They are one.
September 28, 2013
“I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness...
September 27, 2013
The breezes in the early morning have secrets to
tell you
Wake up, look around you, give thanks...
It truly is like going back and forth
across the doorsill where this world and the
world beyond touch...
This door is real, and it is wide open to
whoever wants to believe...
July 9, 2013
I am drinking in my mornings in the cup of my soul. I am reaching out and grabbing it by its wing. I am flying with it, dancing with it as I've never done before or had felt in an enduring time... my soul—the thing that has had such wounds, that it was so hurt and had grown so dim and bent, that I was left in such darkness; blinded from the smallest light, and all that is good in me.
How wonderful this new feeling running through my veins feels, and is... all my senses have been awaken to the magic of life, and I'm astounded and amazed at the splendor and beauty which surrounds me. Have all of it been here before? To see the morning, to see it as it is... to feel it. For it is more than just seeing it. You have to inhabit it, live it; feel the warm morning breezes rake its fingers through your hair and let the symphony of birdsongs guide you; guide your steps into this newness of life; to the edge of green peeking under cobalt skies.
The moan of a door hinge opening to new possibilities, new hopes, a brand new beginning of a day—reverence and resurrection. I am utterly astounded by it all, swooning with love for all I see. This is the "drinking in". This is the "feeling it" I'm speaking of. This is the "letting that warm sensation of love and hope heal you"—heal my soul, so that my eyes can see again and my soul, unchained from its slavery, could sing again... this bundle of bones that I am; these days turned to songs—I can touch them....I can feel them.
June 10, 2013
Wherever you stand,
be the SOUL of that place.
June 6, 2013Morning—I am the owner of my mornings, as the world lays before me; new and wholesome. In the freshness of the new day lays so many possibilities, so much beauty... I can hardly believe how many things have changed in my life after the hurricane of predicaments with which I began my year. And how can I lift up my eyes to the heavens, if it is not to give thanks with an open heart, and a gratified spirit? For I have been given stillness of mind, and the antidote to fight fear and change, and I have been giving a renewed hope and the endowment of dreams, and a clean heart. Perhaps this is the water that brings life to the soul flowing through me. Promises of hope and eternal life; a feeling of peace rising up as I trip my way down the path where my feet want to take me. To a new beginning. To a magical enchanted shore where realms of dreams take me. Floating on clouds of wonder, swaying to the mystical flute of the fairies as I approach my secret shore.
As I turn on the path creation sings in the voices which fill the morning air. They seem to shout: "Glory be to Thee." And for what reason did my Father fill the air with birds and birds songs on the third day of His Creation, if it wasn't because my very name was fixed on His godly mind? I am the apple of His eye, I am the pleasure of His heart.
And thus, the beautiful seagulls with their glittering wings swim the air and I am one with them. If not in body, in thoughts, for I am certain I have grown wings in the beauty that surrounds me.
My soul focuses on hope and faith between Creator and creature; this presence infusing new energy into my spirit, making me whole as I soar. A God bigger than my wildest dreams; bigger than creation itself. And oh, I can see Him... in the morning salty air which rouses young roses on sea's hem that smile as I ever so gently soar by, releasing a breath of their sweetness. The spirit of the Lord moves in the atmosphere; a sweet breeze upon my mornings.
In my haven I hear His voice. Certainly, our world has not been abandoned to fate. God is in complete control. As in heaven, so on earth.
June 5, 2013
Beginnings of a magical realm of imagination. Following my heart and soul deep into the extraordinary, awesome brightness surrounding everything; enfolding me; pleasing the earth with joy and peacefulness and harmony.
Oh how my soul desires the simple. How I want to live in a simple world... with simple people around me. A world where I don't have to feel pressured to accomplish big things... give me the sweet roses, and give me waking up to the first flock of Seagulls on the sea's hem... give me the little things that bestow joy, and peace.