A beautiful psalm, and reminder, that would sound so soothing with koto music.
5 Your steadfast love, O Lord, extends to the heavens,
your faithfulness to the clouds.
6 Your righteousness is like the mountains of God;
your judgments are like the great deep;
man and beast you save, O Lord.
7 How precious is your steadfast love, O God!
The children of mankind take refuge in the shadow of your wings.
Dear blog,
My dad wanted a haircut today. So that was the main event. His hair is very white, and silvery. I had some rose oil, and put some on his hair before I cut it. And it made his silver hair very, shiny. I cut his hair out in the sunshine, and enjoyed his company.
The sun was warm, and I felt like my dad's energy helped my heart feel better, more protected. And I felt like I could be present with my dad, and that was such a gift. I was really needing a something, I cannot describe. But I am grateful for that something.
I feel in a way, an understanding of something I have yet to put into words.
A seeing, an uncondition. Something, completed...
Grace.
My heart is very grateful for places of Sanctuary. Oh our beautiful hearts.
I pray we all can be that for one another.
A place of sanctuary.
A chapel of truth.
Of love.
Places where we can love unconditionally, and be allowed, and our hearts can find healing.
So...
Something I didn't write about, was my favorite things about the Christmas season.
A top now moment (Peeling sweet potatoes out in the sunshine with my nephew, and the pure joy that now, was beautiful. Who knew peeling sweet potatoes could be so engrossing? If you have never chopped your veggies outside, it is something that is loads better than doing it indoors.
While I held the sweet potato steady, and my nephew peeled them. Then we chopped them. Then we took them inside, and he helped me season them, and we made a wonderful meal.
That was something beautiful. Just these little moments.
Moment's like wrapping Christmas presence together, while singing with my sister, and my nephew engrossed in wrapping up gifts. And then finding last minute things to give away, we already had, and wrapping them up, so there was loads more under the tree, than when we started. It was cute how he organized them, and counted them.
Christmas Eve, evening, we all went on a walk, Bess, Archer, Me, LaurieJo, and our Dog honey.
On the way to our path by the ditch, a school buss drove past, lit up in a blaze of christmas lights, multi colored, and fantastic. Like magic fairy, school buss.
It drove to our neighbors, and a bunch of kids with bags got off.
Christmas music, booming.
We all watched, wondering, and giggling, wondering what it was doing, perhaps Santa now road a magic school buss.
Either way, those who got off, soon got on, and the buss drove down the street to another house.
We continued on our walk.
And it seems a magic night, as there was just a special something.
And on Christmas morning, it had been a while since we had Christmas with my little sister, as our relationship has been difficult. But we have all been trying to see better, and mend things. And the Blessing of Christmas was that more than the gifts, I feel a bridge was crossed, and love was seen.
And the gifts were just tokens of, seeing, and saying, I forgive, and allow you to be, as you be.
There were many more moments like these, with other family members. As each family, came mostly on different days, so it was like we had five or six Christmases, not to mention new years.
Either way, there were many sweet potato moments.
Moments of presence.
Making music together.
Where the third thing, that is actually the oneness, the spirit of Christ, was there.
Good moments, like singing Good king wenceslas with my dad, (his favorite Christmas song) and family. And feeling my dad's heart.
And that was real special.
Sweet potato moments, of presence. Sleeping outside in our tents, on a warm night.
Bessie's dog, doing the zoomies randomly.
Tears of love.
Moment's of seeing.
And sometimes of sorrow. But, beautiful too.
Sweet potato.
Moments. Every one, when you're really present.
And what a gift that is to be able to be.
Here, now.
Dear Blog,
It's late. But I wanted to say hi. The words are having a hard time flowing tonight. So I've been staring at this beautiful, green blue aurora, night sky projection on my ceiling, for quite a while, just pondering, while it plays soothing sounds of water gurgling. It's very beautiful. Poetry on my ceiling, and something really nice to have, when you want to make the room look magical, or if someone is sick, and in need of comfort, or just nice to have when you can't sleep.
It's such a nifty gadget. And very soothing, and comforting.Something that has brought me a lot of pleasure.
Today, we got got a gift, two baby goats, one black and white, girl, long ears. The other, short ears, all brown, a boy. While their mom was out to pasture, one of the baby goats got left all alone in the pen, it was super scared. Crying out.
I went out and introduced myself. It was very frightened at first. I brought it inside, so my mom could see it.
The cat followed me and the goat inside, so I picked the big fluffy kitty, in one hand, and held the baby goat in the other, and took them both back outside. It was cute because the goat thought the cat was its mom.
So I and sat with the cat, and the goat, in pen, until it fell asleep, in the sunshine.
Also, I made waffles, its been years since I made waffles. And we got a Spider man waffle iron. Which made cool waffles. I like to see the butter melting in the little squares.
My sister, Jeana brought by some Chrysanthemum flowers, from her greenhouse, and I made a bouquet.
Those are some nice things of today.
I wanted to reshare some thoughts, and videos, and music that found me. They all have beautiful messages, and they brought me some light.
Two of songs were playing on pandora today and I had to stop and listen. I find them good reminders. The other Josh Wilson song, started playing on youtube, when I was looking up the other song.
This one of song, one of my sisters sent to me yesterday.
This video, my friend Ameila sent to me, a couple days ago.
A beautiful interview (you have to click on the link to see it) Bess and my other sister both saw it, and thought it beautiful. So I'm sharing it here too.
Also, this song. I really like it. It feels like a poem. Anyhow, goodnight.
Dear Blog,
I don't know how to explain it. The Christmas season was intense. There was some really beautiful parts, and some challenging parts. It felt like God's spirit touched down, and I felt moments, of family members, feeling presence. And just something extra, that was special.
Though, I feel like I went a little too far into that place that a lot of women go, when they serve a little too much, and I kept going...
And....I was having a hard time slowing down.
Realizing that if I am not present.
Then how can I really help? As the greatest help you can be, is to be present with yourself, and all selves.
I was feeling like I had a lot of bandwidth taken up, and having a hard time coming to center.
Last night I got humongous headache. I tossed up some cyanne pepper I had downed. That was very unpleasant. I wonder, though if was gift? And I just powered down for a bit. Though choir started up, (it's actually the second week) but it still feels very much starting up. Then we took some soup to the same lady (violin student) that got sick again. I got home and was still feeling poorly, but I decided to play koto, and
tried tuned it up to a song I've been playing way too long, and accidentally tuned it to a previous song (flying a kite) and I felt this surge of
heat, and warmth, while I was playing. Sounds weird. But I felt little better. And then just laied down, and meditated, and rested. I feel a little more myself. Feel my crown, heart, and head balancing out. More clear. If any of what I'm saying makes sense.
My heart feels a bit like it needs some calibrating as well. Recharging, cleaning out, refining, as it felt like it took a lot.
To feel myself, though. Is a blessing. To feel centered. Just to feel me. Clearer of mind. Of head. My heart feeling itself.
I thank spirit for the roadmaps, and breadcrumbs of grace that always find me, and wake me up. Help me feel my own heart, and that crown knowing.
In view of all of what I felt. I felt like I was feeling into many people. And it was a lot. And it gave me a sense of what a lot of people are going through. And it gives me more compassion, and understanding.
How much we are in need of presence. How most of us are in so much pain, only a bit of us is here.
How much more *here now* we all could be, if we could find loving ways to be present with ourselves, and present with others.
To realize how much we are all in need of giving grace, to each other and the world.
And blessing.
More blessing each other. More blessing, more softeness. More understanding one another. More loving each other. For we are all going through so much, each body has its own unique package, and we all take so much.
And our hearts our beautiful hearts need to know that its okay and safe to open, and love.
I send blessings out, to cool the fires in California. For rain, and for helpers to help those who are homeless.
Prayers to calm the storms within and without.
Prayers for those who are sick, and in need of healing.
Prayers for those whose hearts that need a safe space in which they can open.
Blessings to good men and women, who love love, and love God, and are trying to serve and live in grace and give grace as best as they can.
Prayers for those who have had no roadmap to God, to love, and are in need of great compassion, and a mirror that shows them the truth of their souls.
Prayers for those who are lonely, and are in need of comfort.
Prayers for those who are trapped in fear, that they find a space where they can let it go, and feel loved.
Prayers for those who need forgiveness, for all of us to forgive ourselves, in all our forms, to let go of things that are not true, and not who we are.
Prayers to those lost in illusion, that they may find a roadmap to their hearts, and Christ as the head.
Blessings to those who let go of the need to control, and allow love, to flow.
Sending prayers out to calm the storms that need calming.
Rest for those whose minds need soothing.
Peace to the world, and those who are suffering, for their pains to crack them open enough to find God.
Hope to those who are hopeless.
For truth, to light the way, the highest truth, to cut through the darkness, and give direction and compassion, and light, and spirit, and heart a place to dwell.
Hope and forgiveness for those who are in need of it.
For children to know they are loved.
For those living alone, to find something, or someone to love.
For those who haven't experience the real, to know what it feels like, for something to lead them to the truth.
For freedom from the ego's control.
For love to finally have a voice.
For everyone who wishes it, for their hearts to begin to open to the highest truth of their being.
For our crowns to be ablaze with holy spirit fire, always.
For that truth, to shine out, for music, and presence to shine through into this now, and the nows to come, so that consciousness wakens to love, a paradise that never leaves you.
For those whose consciousness are trapped in tombs, that the stone holding their light in, cracks, and rolls away, and love steps forth, living, again.
For hearts to remember, their origin.
Love doesn’t Hurry.
No.
It is a present.
A gift.
A Now.
Love.
Takes its time...
In all that it does.
Painting each moment, with fairy dust.
It knows no destination, except the magic of now.
It sees.
Enjoys, and savors the ride.
It embellishes clouds in gold, and silver.
Present, and purposefully, it creates, and is here, with us now and forever.
Kissing each moment.
It loves itself.
It pauses to listen.
Pauses to feel.
To ponder.
To know the real.
It walks in its own garden.
To wonder.
To feel its own hum.
Then sings like a bird, the beats of its drum.
A beautiful word.
Love.
A
Dance.
A now so present.
A truth.
Our very essence.
Love.
A Touch.
A soft caress.
Embracing each part.
Here.
With tenderness.
Love, kisses your face.
Here. Love is with you. Always.
What grace.
A dewdrop, on a blade of grass.
Reflecting the world in its looking-glass.
Love flows like a stream.
It pauses to enjoy its own being.
Love smells, and savors, and feels.
Like a flower, unfolding.
Opening.
Slowly with the sun.
Pausing, softly.
It looks, with eyes, serene.
Enjoying the beauty of everything it is seeing.
Love, nature, a mountain, the sky.
It holds everything, and is the wind that helps birds fly.
Love is the dance, the color, the muse, a song, a poem, a heart,
stirred by loves views.
Love is extravagant.
Reaching far.
Painting sunsets, and rainbows, and coloring the world, lighting endless stars.
Love is the most beautiful thing you'll know.
You'll see it, with your heart's own reflective glow.
Love sees what is really true.
Love goes beyond skin, and age, and bones.
Love speaks, and life remembers is home.
Love doesn't earn itself.
Love doesn't diminished if given away.
Its isness is here, every day.
A star shining.
No hurry to gleam.
It just shines out, its wonderful beam.
Love.
A Beautiful tree.
A cooling shade.
Deep roots.
With arms open wide.
Birds, kiss it, and fly.
Muse for poets.
A steady place.
Here, love, is living grace.
A stream.
A song that waters thirsty souls.
A song that gives angles wings.
And sorrow, it consoles.
It raises us all to higher things.
It speaks, and wakes up our inner being.
Here, love whispers, its clearer seeing.
Love.
Oh, so patient.
And wise.
Love, isn't ruffled.
It sees through every disguise.
Where love is.
Union dwells.
Nothing can surpass love.
Because it is in all our cells.
So next time you feel the pull, of so many things.
And time tugs at you too move too fast, and tugs on your strings.
When your mind tries to blow you around, on windy waves.
And when mouths make too much noise.
And if the mirror doesn't show your truth, and you wish you could look like you did in your youth.
And if the lies tell if you did this or that that you'd finally be enough.
Or if you believe you would be happier if you had more stuff.
And if the people you are round, don't recognize loves sound.
And if the whole world spins too quick, and makes you jump, and hop and skip.
Remember, love is the most beautiful thing, its goodness is the song the sparrows sing.
Remember love, does not run out.
Its time is endless.
Remembering love really is what life is about.
Love its takes its time, to be .
And moves with steady rhythm.
Pausing to feel and see
To bathe in the changing tide.
Pauses to look, to hear, and know.
It sits with dandelions, to watch their feathers blow.
It savors, softly, and moves with grace, a ballerina, with butterfly lace.
Here... and there, in the now, it shines out.
Grace upon grace.
It weaves itself.
A soft candle that never goes out.
Here with all things, its iseness shines.
Writing itself, a love story, divine.
