Sunday provides the perfect opportunity for introspection and reflection (rest and relaxation are also appropriate). There is something about its spiritual energy that helps manifest mindfulness, though it is then dependent upon our own efforts to maintain such a state of consciousness.
Peace has returned to my spirit of late. There is grace in this world, and for that I am grateful. Now it’s time to take a walk to the park, bask in this beautiful weather, count my lucky stars (even while the sun burns bright), and do a bit of writing in the woods.
My latest poem at Dissident Voice is a reminder that nothing in life should ever be taken for granted. The moments we are blessed with are powerful, yet can often seem so fleeting. It was inspired by all the concentration and dedication my nieces put toward creating an elaborate city drawn in chalk on the driveway recently, and then how quickly a massive storm arrived to wash it all away. “Better Take a Big One” can be read here…
Good vibes and contented thoughts your way, my friends! I hope everyone’s weekend ends on a high note.
Once upon a time is still waiting happily ever after in the future.
There is a time for deep introspection of the psyche in a process of internalized spring cleaning. There is also a time to simply float along the surface of shallow waters while silencing all sounds and enjoying the present moment. Finding the right balance is obviously critical. I’m always seeking to settle into and maintain connection with the sweet spot. The trick is being able to stay centered in such a space regardless of whether your eyes are open or closed. Breathing deeply helps. And laughter. You bet!
Thank you to Angie Tibbs for publishing my poem “No Such Number, No Such Zone” recently here at Dissident Voice.
Cheers to an inspired new week, my friends! Lots of steady mojo and a healthy dose of creative vibes your way.
There is nothing new under the sun (or moon or stars or street lamps shining in the suburbs of Atlanta), and there is no deeper wisdom I can summon right now on an early Sunday morning. Try as I might. Flail as I do. In vanity.
I truly believe that the kernel of life can be gleaned from this verse found in the Gospel of Thomas:
“If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.”
There really isn’t much of a choice when all is said and done. The scales of karma are calibrated equally for us all. There is freewill, but only one path can fully set you free. Narrow is its needle. Walk steady.
Pride is a type of death that lingers over time. Humility will either crush you completely or bring salvation through absolution. Eat your crow. Eat your apple pie. Eat your heart out.
Then rest/fast/sleep and find your peace. Bring it forth. Amen.
Thank you to Angie Tibbs for publishing my poem “Radio Silence” at Dissident Voice this week. It’s a newer piece that can be read here…
Breathe. Deeply. Stay present in the moment. Allow whatever emotions arise throughout the day to pass through consciousness as they need. Accept reality as it is with as much peace as possible. And with love. And with faith. It’s all a necessary part of the process that will lead to growth. Time does heal. It just takes time. That’s the catch. Tricky, tricky.
Life is karma. Each step forward is born of trust in the future. All the best, my friends. Selah
A little bit/fit of laughter is good at times (as the cycles shift). It’s a healthy remedy for almost anyone (though cynics can’t stomach such). I recommend the practice at any hour, though the odd ones are best. All patterns should be shaken and/or stirred on a regular basis. All habits should be sent to the four winds to sing and swirl.
Rain is just one point of view. Sunshine is another. But proper perspective can thrive in all environments.