Sanctuary Sunday!

Greetings All!

May this day find you well. Thank you for joining me for today’s Sanctuary Sunday where the message is about developing a practice of committing to ourselves and from that place giving to others. We give from our overflow not from what is needed to sustain us.

Happy Sunday!

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Your Healing

_KGN9049_for_webHealing happens in each moment that we open ourselves and turn in the direction of its truth. We are whole, and our body has everything needed to sustain itself. It is the inconsistency of the mind, the way it likes to swing from branch to branch inquisitive like and playing with the ego that causes the pauses, the blocks to truth, and the barriers that would have us to believe that what appears to be is the ultimate of what is. It isn’t so. Yet the journey to wholeness often challenges us, brings us close to the edge where disbelief resides. How long does our faith sustain us? How long are we to be blind before the light reveals the way, restoring sight never before seen? Keep steady. Each step inside of each moment leads us ever-nigh to the vast space where the breath of restoration is exhaled and the hair on the back of our neck raises to greet the Magic. The wand is there atop the table within reach. We need only to lift our hand and motion forward in its direction and watch how it meets us there the way levitation rises heavenward, feet still planted. The soil remains ripe. It remains ready for the exploration of its bounty, its wholeness, its Yes to the prayer that we’ve prayed. Keep steady. Turn always your wayward thoughts back to the essence of the Divine. Feel the sun against your skin and know that it breathes on you all that is needed in order to be free. You are free. You are free.

The Harvest

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It is there in the quiet that we find our way back. The path has always been and yet the mind has a way of distracting us, taking our attention away from the earth atop which we stand and points left and right at fields so vast that we forget and lose our footing. There is beauty all around, yet not all things beautiful are meant to be explored before the harvest. We wait. We watch. We see. It is there in the quiet space where all is empty that we feel most full, and that we remember: Our feet are planted in the soil of Magic, and every step of our walking leads us there where alignment reveals the readiness. It is then that we receive the bounty of life. Let not the mind distract us from the course with its seducing ways pointing at beautiful things hither and yon. Let us remove our coverings and feel the earth beneath our feet, how moist with promise, how warm with the light of the sun. Here is the place of our standing, and it is this place that opens the door to all places where we are to stand.

Sanctuary Sunday!

Good Morning, All! May this day find you well. It’s Sanctuary Sunday again and today’s message is about being present in the moment and trusting what that means, looks like, and is. May you enjoy, and as always, thank you for taking a moment.

To life!

Life’s Bounty

2857476316_775acbd748_zThere in the infinite space of your breath do I lay my head, face eastward toward the sun. I am guided always by the light. It is the way. It is the star of my following when night falls and the quiet feels haunting. How serene your voice. How mysterious the way of alignment that I can only pause the thinking of my thoughts to listen. I hear always your voice and follow its sound through doors that are opened to me, and I experience the Magic every time I walk through. I dance in celebration of your bounty and abundance, and for the good that is laid before me on a table at which I sit beside you. There is neither haste nor angst. I sit with a heart open to the supper when it arrives. It is there in the wait of my sitting that I smell the ingredients of manifestation, my heart beating in grateful anticipation, my mouth watering for the feast. Every step walked through life has led me here, and I open wide my being that I feel the essence of you sweep through me like a wind whose only intention is to heal, to lift, and to carry. I am sustained, and it is my sustenance that brings me to my knees in prostration for the materialization of clear intention. Then it arrives, and I am awed by the fullness of your gift. I asked but for a plate and you have offered me a platter.

Divine: I praise your name

black-magic-spells-in-canada-london-91-9928761614_1I dance with God, because it is the path of the Divine. There is no road traveled outside the realm of the light. So bright it is that I am awakened to the fullness of its moon in my sleep. I am led always beside waters still where the current takes me into vastness and releases me into life’s abundance. How open my heart and awakened my soul to the gift of this life and the way of the journey. I walk. My feet bare that I might feel the earth beneath me, experience the connection to the hand that has given life to all. I am matter, a form filled with spirit that runs the river of my being that I might go there to the deep end and test the waters. My faith sustains me, allows me to breathe underwater and walk atop its vibration. I lose myself in the Magic, awed by the way of its mystery and grateful to see.

May my eyes land always upon your grace.

May my ears hear the voice so clearly I cannot deny the way.

May my feet carry me through doors opened by your breath.

May my heart expand inside the abundant over flow.

May my prayer be a mantra in the meditation of my sitting that I draw ever nigh to you.