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.

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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.

Allow Life to Carry You

we only regret the chances we did not takeThe uncertainty is worthy. It reveals the courage necessary inside blind faith, and it is that very thing that we have when we step forward into the call of the unknown. We ride a wave that takes us where it is to go even when, in our limited capacity, we cannot see the way. Still, we are carried, like a leaf breathed on by a breeze and taken in-flight along a journey it knows not. Wherever it arrives becomes home.

Where are we now inside of life? Where have we allowed life to take us having loosed ourselves from the hold of tangible weights? When ambition fails to sustain our climax, in which direction do we turn? Within. To go within is itself a prayer. We look toward the most compassionate source of our being to hold us and to carry us forth in the direction of what is unpaved, untilled, and untraveled. There is water to be found in the desert. We need only to walk barefoot that we feel when the earth changes and moisture births from the dry.

 

I Follow the Omens

fefc026a35a3bb1492ad3698c71de0fb--umbrella-photography-art-photography-2The quiet is nice. It stands out to me in the moment that I silence sound, shutting off Netflix or turning away from social media. It’s like turning those lights off turns on the Light. Every moment ripe with its own purpose, whatever I see it to be. The quiet allows me to hear, and to be with myself and my thoughts. I feel most creative the instant I silence sound and become conscious of the quiet. That moment bursts with light—stilled fireworks.

This time in my life is about the quiet, I can tell. It shows its face everywhere I look, and it reminds me of its presence. I’m aware of the quiet and its voice of silence. It doesn’t go missing or fall short on me. I see the gift that it is, so I turn to it for guidance and direction, and for the openings of creativity. We commune, the quiet and I. We spend time in each other’s presence, listening, engaging.

There is rich stillness in the quiet. It feels dense, weighing me with answers and awareness, the omens that I follow. I am awed by how heavy feels so light when rightly aligned, and I listen always for alignment, and for the way in which I am to follow the omens. I go always there, in the direction of life’s pointing, not my own.

 

 

 

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Ofrenda

fullsizeoutput_325The other day I decided to walk to one of the many cafés in San Miguel, Zenteno Café, a quaint little spot situated at the tip of a street that ends in a sort of triangle. I had in mind to get out and do some writing amongst other people’s energy, change things up a bit from my normal write at home routine. Zenteno is perfect and usually full of others writing while sipping an espresso or latte. It’s a known gem amongst other cafés making it challenging to get a seat. See “quaint” for this cafe, is another word for very small, yet oh, so charming. I was able to get the last available seat near the baristas, my back against the wall everyone and everything became my view.

While en route I saw a young man I’ve seen several times in my neighborhood. He’s always friendly and wearing very lived in clothes that appear to be about two weeks past laundry day. “Hola!” I said with a wave while passing. “Hola! Como estas?” he returned, and so the greeting went, nothing out of the ordinary and all while I continued walking, him now following behind. When I turned to tell him I was off to the café to write, he extended his reach to me and in his hand was an ornament. “Oh, no gracias,” I said smiling at the gesture. “No gracias.” He continued to reach. “Es para tí,” he said, looking directly into my eyes then repeating. “Es para tí.” In that moment everything stopped including me. Here this young man stood offering me the only thing he had in that moment, and the look in his eyes was as though he’d searched and searched for something special, and it was for me. I know that wasn’t the case, but it was the case if that makes sense. I accepted the ornament from my heart and held it in my hand. “Muchas gracias.” I said bowing slightly. My spirit certainly recognized his in that moment. Continue reading “Ofrenda”