Healing happens naturally.
Heater is broke
Wet rain and no shelter
No food and barely any drink
It’s wet rainy and oh so fridgety cold here
No hellos or goodbyes
No thank yous or youre welcomes
No love at all to speak of
Bah humbug everywhere
We are panic, fear and grief stricken
And no one cares at all
In the Wintertime in norCal by the Bay when the fog lays low and heaters run off and on most of the day, hoodies get worn while socks get dug out, I remember warmth in all its wonderful forms. The warmth of apple cider tricking down my throat and of Christmas morning arriving too soon and leaving even sooner. The fuzzy warm feeling of home and of family and food, the warmth therein gives my heart space peace and gratitude expanding beyond this world. The warmth of friends reminds me that we are never alone nor are forgotten and are loved, so loved. The warmness of self love moves me to move and breathe in new ways. The new decade is upon us and a new us, me, must emerge from the ashes of the warmth.
Nuddin like Starbucks sausage and cheddar in da morning. Blessed.
Bless the homeless. Bless someone.
We all struggling. Keep praying and keep positive.
That raw real and raspy voice….it makes me wanna cry bb…
I REMOVE OBSTACLES FROM MY PATH THAT BLOCK THE LIGHT.
When I walk into a dark room, I can strike a match or flip a switch and see the room fill with light. If a lamp is turned off, I know electricity still continues to flow out of my sight. Obstacles may block the light, but the source of light remains constant.
Similarly, God is present in every person, place, and situation, even when I can’t see it. When I believe the Divine is absent and I judge a situation as negative or bad, I create obstacles that block me from the light. But like flipping a switch, I can shift my attention to God, and my mind and heart are filled with light. When I remember I am one with Spirit, the darkness dissolves. Maintaining conscious awareness of my connection to God, I remain in the light.
My daughter is officially a teenager.
We must have been crazy that Summer driving in a wrangled jeep to a distant sunset on the beach or just young. The tire blew out on the shore and my sandy shoes got wet. But your soft eyes drew me in. I have never felt more safe or relaxed by that shore since and you are to blame.