Thursday, January 27, 2011
Our paths may cross, but our journeys on them are never the same. If I ask you to think of a meadow, none of us will envision the same place. Some will see grass and wild flowers, some will see perhaps a dry grassland clearing filled with ground covering turned brown by the summer sun, or perhaps even a snow filled clearing with deer tracks leading off into the distance. Even if you walk with me on my path, you are still forging your own way, your own imagery, thoughts, sights, smells..all to make us individual threads in this woven human fabric.
Where are you on your path? Does each day lend itself to new journeys or are you stuck in the same tread marks you made yesterday and the day before. Do you embrace the chance to choose when your path splits into different directions? Have you chosen the more difficult terrain and allowed it to stretch you and recreate who you thought you were?
Can you hear what your path is speaking to you? Will you listen....will you follow...
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
We were given the first line of text, and asked to write for five minutes, letting the first words shape and lead us to wherever our hearts felt the need to be. The first line below, is the text given...the rest is mine...
As a child I stood on the shore of the world,
bathed in the light of Something or Someone I as of yet did not know
caressed by the breeze and warmed in the Light,
my Soul was filled and my Spirit took flight,
like so many wings above me
Lifted, soaring, spiralling higher until
My reflection was but a spot on the shoreline
Yet still feeling connected to that small child
still attached to the shore and the water,
still breathing the salty air
still held by the light....
Monday, January 24, 2011
I am a work in progress,
clay to be shaped,
with hands open and raised up,
ready to be who I was meant to be..... will you pray with me?
Thursday, January 20, 2011
It's raining, no actually pouring outside..wet wet wet. Thankfully I get to work inside and watch the rain come down. I am fortunate to have chosen a career that does not require me to be outside getting drenched. I feel for those who must be out there, soggy, wet, damp, rain dripping down the backs of necks, soaking through shoes and creating that cold uncomfortable wet foot feeling...don't get me wrong, I love the rain, nurturing earth, cleansing air, washing away all of our worldly grime.
I just don't want to be in it!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
I love how it quiets the earth, dampens the sounds of everyday things. I also like how it gives permission for us to slow down, even for just a moment or so. Everyone has heard the sound of snowfall, a short walk away from a main road or subdivision that lends itself to that quiet peacefulness, tranquil observation..silence.
I am not afraid of the silence, never have been. I know many who are though, afraid to be alone with their thoughts without music, cellphones, TV and the like. Silence and stillness lets you breathe, allows us to unplug from the frantic pace around us. Let's us just be..
maybe that's why I love the falling snow..it does what it is meant to be.
Monday, January 10, 2011
The first light of dawn rockets across the sky
Illuminating Your creation
Melding darkness into light
How do some claim You do not exist?
The wind brushes across the pine
And ripples the waters
Echoing the heartbeat of this place in their movement
How do some claim You are not present?
A bird takes flight across a blue sky
And seeds push their pale green arms through the soil
Greeting the spring day with a smile
How do some claim You do not care?
People greet people
And soul touches soul
Voices joined in praise and worship
How do some deny that You love them?
I was one of those English students, who could sit and write an essay the evening before it was due, usually in front of the TV and score a higher mark than my friends who had taken the entire 2 weeks to put theirs together. This did not make me popular, though I could never quite explain how I was able to complete such a task with so much outside interference.
At the time, I never considered what the grade would have been if I had taken all of the allotted time to complete my assignment, given that the "B" was enough of a score for me to be happy with what I had created.
So I hope to impart my own view of our world, in all of it's finest and ferocity. If you are along for the ride, I encourage you to take part in my voyage, toss in your own comments too!