Unity

So, I thought I'd stop and take a snapshot of the abundance that has just floated in and is always such a fun surprise. 

Gifts that come.

Without any effort.

Just brought in. 

Beautiful things.

 Things I didn't now I liked.

When things like that happen, it feels like Thanksgiving, and Christmas, and Birthdays wrapped into one. 

And so abundant. 

My wonderful heart friend neighbor brought over a tea, on the 31st to help with headaches.  

She also made a shepherds pie. And we had a great feast.

Her husband sent my sister, and I a card, he drew. He is an amazing artist, and has a good soul, I believe.  He has had a hard life, and has been incarcerated, since he was young. He has beautiful handwriting, he's written several books. And our friend loves him. That I know.  I know she has appreciated the wisdom he has learned, by being where he is, and his is doing his best where he is at. I know she loves him dearly.  And seeing how unconditional she is, is beautiful. And that is beautiful to me. She is a good example of a mother. Loving.

I sent him a letter telling him of our summer adventures.  He also sent us another letter, and this beautiful picture of  woman, with an amethyst on her forehead.

What else has floated in.

So much...

My Sister Laurie found a place where they try not to waste food, and brought down heaps of chocolate chips, tons. And boxes and boxes of of sunflower lecithin.  

Tons!

So now we are mixing it with all our smoothies. And it's been quite fun. It's very good for you.

At the bird center, a man gave us flute-whistles and two harmonicas, and a kalimba.

 My neighbor who we've given massages to, came by with a squash that my mom had been craving. The kind she had just wanted.

My niece and Sister Holy came by, and brought by loads, of food---their neighbor harvests stuff that's a bit old at stores. And gives it away.

And it was good stuff.

Avocados, so many.

Kombucha. My sister and I love komucha.

 Almond milk.

Cake, and pastries. 

Cheese, so much cheese (this is from the cheese plant they get for a dollar a pound) 

Salsa, 

Dip.

So much.

So much overflowing that It's a little crazy.

So much so, it's a fun thing to get to re-gift to someone who needs, or wants it.

It feels like we've become a port, to receive, and also re-gift things. 

How fun it is. 

A thanksgiving feast.

Onions.

So much abundant harvest. That we didn't have to grow.

 And not just food. Moments to be seen, and digested. Beautiful snapshots of God showing off.

When they brought all this harvest, my niece brought her daughter Madeline down, (short for Mary Magdalene) who was just Christened at church the last Sunday before this one. She's so cute, and has red hair. I got to hold her, and she smiled, and giggled. So cute. I held her until she fell asleep. And just holding her, was interesting, because the heat we generated was a lot. 

After her her christening at he Church, there was 60 people crowded in my nieces little house. And it was so muchy.....

It was so, so many humans. But Bess and I hung out with the kids, and that was alright. But tiring. 

On the way home, we spied our neighbors house, covered in birds. I had my camera, so I thought I'd share it. It here. 

When I showed it to my mom, all she could say, was that's a lot bird poop going to be on that house. 

 

Seeing those birds on the roof, was one of my favorite bits about the trip. And sitting with my nieces out in a different old house next to the main, one, where they started a fire in the fireplace, and we sang a bit, and visited.

So, something randomly, and cute, was the gift they brought over--- this kombucha bottle caught my eye. 

Like spirit handed me a gift.

 

Some of the words on the bottle were so cute.  

"All the unexpected things that happen along the way. 

The synergy of music.

Transcends the sum of  its individual parts.  

Music has the power to bring us together and make us feel our most alive. The beats we dance to. The new friends we meet. "

Can you hear it, Inside this bottle is a synergistic symphony of beneficial microorganisms working concert to create the perfect kombucha. Their musical creation is the soundtrack to our health and happiness. 

 As I hold hands with my brothers and sisters, we are connected through, love compassion, and kindness. Our bond is built with respect, and equality, for e are stronger together than apart. The power of our unity allows us to overcome adversity negativity, and division.

Also that same night, of the gift of unity kombucha, pandora was playing this song. So I believe the message of that day, the snapshot. 

Unity.

There have been so many of these little gifts. And I don't know if I can remember them all to document. But I'll try to write the ones that stand out. Last month, on the 9th, our neighbor that invited us to all the music events of the past year, invited us again, to a Utah symphony. And gave us four tickets. 

We decided to go, and they gave t shirts away. 

 What was interesting about this concert, was that they were very skilled. 

And Bess and I were having fun commenting back and forth about the way the violinist played. And just experiencing it together.

When all of a sudden this guy randomly, in-between songs, comes over, and says, "You two are too noisy. Please be quiet!"

It was such a moment of shame for us.

We felt real bad. He was clear across the way, and I didn't quite understand that he could hear us. Maybe see us pointing a bit. 

Well, Bess and wanted to get up and leave. 

We hadn't thought we were noisy. Either way, I closed my eyes, and tried breathing slow, and tried not to feel the shame, as it seems anytime we Bess and I are together, people think we are noisy. And it was the feeling of it, felt violent. Or something of that nature. It just was hard. 

As I feel shooshed so much of the time. I don't know how to not feel shooshed. 

I just think our energy is noisy. Maybe?

Either way, I asked God to help me not be angry back in my heart. And we both thought back to the times we'd been the person who'd shooshed someone who didn't deserve it. 

 But it was hard--- the expansive me, felt smalled. Childish so much of the time.

Bess and I both tried not to close our hearts. And forgive. 

At the end, it was funny because there was a raffle, and I guess the guy who'd shooshed us, Won tickets to the next concert. 

He stood up, and Bess and I got a good look. And we both wanted to not rub shoulders again. But as it turns out, as we were walking out, and visiting, he found us in the parking lot.

And he apologized, and gave Bess a side hug.

And that was amazing too. That he had the awareness to say he was sorry.

He said he gets angry, and his kids were being noisy. And either way...Bess and I went home, a little confused. 

We hadn't planned on even going to this concert. We'd seen the advertisements, and said that unless God brought us there, we wouldn't go because the tickets were more expensive than we wanted to pay. 

And since mom didn't want to go, and my brother doesn't like concerts, Bess gave the two extra tickets to some friends in Fillmore.

 

So many bits, and knowings, and snapshots that seem like Spirit is saying, "Hi. I wanted  to stop in, and confirm that the music is still playing. Love is still singing. Just so you remember. God is still sovereign, conducting this whole show. Spirit is just sending you a little message to let you know, so you don't forget. That the grand conductor, is still at the front.

Still waving his hand.

And the angels are always singing.

Listen.

Hear the music. Feel the unity of the song that is being sung.

Even if you can't see it.

Your higher self sees.

And loves.

And always knows.

And holds space always open. 

But sometimes the me here. That sees the close up things.

Sometimes feels very confused.

And feels the close up things. Knows enough to know that love is the only place to look from. 

And that piece by piece, seeing by seeing.

Knowing by knowing.

We look through each others lenses to more fully understand, from all perspectives God's view. All the facets of life.

And give back the best snapshot of God we can while on this earth.

Sometimes God is smiling. Sometimes sad.

Sometimes doesn't know. Sometimes is lost. Sometimes is found.

 All pictures. But the best picture, think. Is when were are all together, in heart.

And maybe the photographer, takes a moment to zoom out.

To see all the eyes, and faces looking back at him.

And waits until everyone is focused on one point, waits until there are more smiles than frowns. 

Waits for those real bits to take a picture of.

To put on the wall. To remember the face of God, the family tree of humanity.

And give back what it is that is seen.

And so, as I try to have clear seeing.

I step back from the crowd, and stand in my heart. It is the only place I know where to stand. Where to see from.

To see with the eyes of humility, and unity, simultaneously with the sovereignty of the heart.

Into the knowing, of the one.

All things are dancing in God’s way. And perhaps, I was born, to maybe see it.

And write it down.

And see, how everything was orchestrated perfectly for you to wake up. Look, see, the music of spirit calls.

Even in the unconsciousness of humanity. If there is one soul looking.

One heart knowing.

God is.

Gathering all the parts of his body.

And loves each peace.

So many of us. I see we all did what we did, with the light we had to see by. And even when we have light, sometimes we don’t understand what it is we are seeing.

And so, I see that there is great need in this world for presences, and compassion.

A going back to those things that are soft, and real, and slow.

To reclaim our childhood, and our raw playful, ways of compassion, and sharing, and curiosity, and wonder.

To give back to ourselves those missing pieces that somehow got lost, or stolen. And so mostly, as I look, and see, my heart shows me things.

Knowings.

It opens itself up, like a playground, and sees how much need there is for space.

A safe place to play.

Grace.

And heart.

A mind rooted in God, and great humility.

And a higher seeing, from a heavenly mind.