again...

If you were granted the chance to again be with someone whom you have personally lost, for just another 24 hours, who would it be...
Would the choice come from deep within your heart, or would this choice be made from your mind's list of candidates...
Who would it be that you would bring back for these few precious moments to be shared...

A Teacher with whom you shared a deep lesson learned, who set you on a path of seeking and knowledge...

An Elder who imparted wisdom and Grace, whose faith in who you were and who you would become was unshakable...

A Lover, with whom you shared your most intimate fears and dreams, with whom you walked your stories  until they were taken, and left your heart broken and in the grips of grief.

Who would they be....

What would you say if you had 24 hours to speak... would it be memories, new experiences, truths left unsaid in your last goodbye to each other...?

Would your embrace be enough to say everything your Heart needed to divulge.. would your tears say everything your Soul needed to shed so as to make this second chance count for all the missteps in the first go round.

Would you just listen... and hang on ever word from your Beloved, allowing them to fill the time with all that their journey has been for them since they too said goodbye...

Would you just sit quietly, wrapped in this feeling of divine oneness, to have been given these hours to just "Be" present for each other...

and as your moments in each others blessed company again draw to a close, how would you say another Good-bye.. how will you speak everything that this moment holds...

What words would you allow your Heart to form and speak... would you hold anything back or let it all flow.. 24 hours of reflection and interaction, a second chance...

As your Loved one rises to leave, and looks your way with Love overflowing in their smile, what would you hold deep deep down..

If you were granted the chance...
just 24 hours...
would you do it...
again...

One moment in time...

take this moment, and live it this moment,

not focused on tomorrow or yesterday, but this moment..

Live it's finite lifespan as if it were the last you would ever see..

take this moment and truly open your eyes to all of it's splendour,

praise its very gift to your soul, the chance to be, here, now, present,

a moment that is denied to many, whose last has been named,

worry not for tomorrow, or for the trappings of your existence,

for all will unfold according to life's manuscript,

flowers ask not for tomorrow's sunshine or stress of their seasons end,

they raise their blooms one moment in time after another,

they raise their blooms one moment in time after another,

 find what you have lost in this moment, 

free yourself from duty and all that weighs heavy on your Soul,

strip away the losses and grief, the strife and your minds perception of

what you should be...

your very Spirit knows this place, 

this one moment in time when you simply Are...

feel your Being flood with childhood memories, 

when every single precious second felt like an eternity of wonder,

and you wore those moments as a badge of honour...

Understand in this one moment in time,

that You are perfect and have been created as such,

for this very instant to be fulfilled...

This one moment in time is,

because "You" are...

before...

when the last bell sounds it's tone across the landscape

that our human ears will ever hear,

when the last new life is brought forth into the light of day...

when the last time we must say goodbye to a loved one is at hand

and we must embrace our aching goodbye...

when the last season has made her mark on this landscape

and we stand to feel this knowledge,

when the last sunset has met the last sunrise

with her her golden glow..

before all of these come to pass,

in the very instant before their ceasing,

we shall hear a mighty trumpet blast..

the sharp report of that first note shall signal

that death has lost, and Faith has won...

that goodness and Love have swept away 

any mountain, any enemy

any pain...

before we fall, we shall be wrapped in Peace,

and we shall know we are safe at last...

it's time to go deeper...

it's time to go deeper...

I feel like I have lost my mojo a little bit about my blog, maybe I am out of ideas, maybe I am just in pause mode... or at least that is what I had thought until a blog friend reached out today with a note to see if I was ok (thank you S)... a nice check in if you will... and that brought me to the title of this post..

it's time to go deeper...

time to delve below the surface and root around in the cellar so to speak... unpack some of the stored packages and boxes.. you know the ones, those that are filled with the stuff we don't talk about, the stuff we pack away and try to ignore... maybe its time to open the cellar door and let some light shine in and remove the shadows... 

it's time to go deeper...

time to look at what does really matter, and not just write the words but hear and feel them... time to examine the "why's" and the "why the hell not's"... and even a few "why the hell did you's" too...

I can't promise this path will be uplifting or filled with sunshine and lollipops,
I can't promise that it will even stay focused on this path I am looking at today...
but I can tell you,

it's time to go deeper...

what has passed...

what has passed, should hang like a photograph in a gallery of your mind,
a reminder of feelings, places, dates and times,
it should remind one of choices made and lines drawn and outcomes of these decisions...

it should reflect who one was before learning and growth changed them into who they are this day,
it should serve as a touchstone, a waving flag that living in this place freezes you in the same time,
and erases the inherent lessons of those past footsteps...

what has passed cannot and should not be built as a wall to impede your progress forward,
for dragging the culmination of grief, missteps, anger and fear, chases away the chance for blooming,
growth, peace and Love to flourish in a new season...

forward and onward, reaching for what is to come with open hands and mind,
allowing the mountains of what has gone before to fade quietly away and become only a thin layer
of who you were.. colouring ever slightly who you have become,
one facet of a sparkling diamond, dancing in newness as what has passed is irretrievable...

it is a choice, this movement forward... grasp it and let it lead you... your heart knows where...

whisper with the Wren call...

I am very honoured to have a featured guest Blogger today. 

Sharon from "Holy Writing" has a wonderful Blog that I visit regularly for some Soul filling Spiritual time.

Thank you my friend, for the honour of allowing me to have you here at Current Ripple.

Journal notes at the Flint River ....02-18-12

 

Silent,still,eternal woods.Vultures circle soundlessly high above.Every stump has a past,every leaf a song.A crow calls from a tall dead tree,again and again.Water ripples,unhurried.Two beech leaves caught up in the breeze,land in the river.Deer prints in thegray sand.

 

Nothing here speaks of perfection.It is all messy,broken,twisted,full of holes,knobbed.Vine branches,logs,towhees calling from both sides of the river.Crows fly overhead heading West.Everything flows and opens like a lotus.The damp ground under my feet accepts  the rain,sunlight,the fallen light green mistletoe near me,broken,alone.

 

I am the self-apppointed abbess of this solitary spot.The leaves are my prayers heading downstream for their own purpose.This log is my desk and chair by a window.The choir?Crows,a wren and the towhees.The tall gray bare trees are a cloud of witnesses with the tops of the pines swaying to the music.The beech leaves have messages written in the veins as they flutter down.

 

The abbess sees,listen and relishes all that is here.The word hurry disappears around the bend with the current.

 

The stump with its past,its story,leans towards the tall bare tree that is festooned with mistletoe.

One day ,it too, will be a stump in the long movement of time on the river in the eternal woods.

 

The sun peeks through the branches as if a bright white candle has been lit in the chapel and placed on a high tall window sill.Lit for vespers, those praise prayers that are said every day at all times around the world.Mine added as a whisper with the wren call.

 

Unlike the monastery in Conyers,whose plain cinder block walls glow in pale blue and pink when the sun comes through the stained glass windows,the pale sun here brings only green and beige in reflection on the waters of my river.

 

I am very present to this outpouring.The Buddhists call it mindfulness.I am here with this,not back or forward,here,now,waiting for words to form.There aren't enough.   

Holy Writing can be found by clicking "here" drop by and show her some Love.

assurance...

assurance,

the calming resolution that all will be well,

that all will be secure and safe...

a positive declaration, a surety

words and actions that shoulder the moment,

removing uncertainty...

a promise spoken that spans the unknown ground ahead,

a path of security, full of certainty,

knowledge that as you traverse the road lain before your feet,

you will be safe and protected...

in my words to you, or in yours to me,

our assurance that we are here for one another,

our promises to be a solid foundation,

a journey onwards with strength and Love...

freedom from doubt,

my hand held out for yours,

embrace and let go of the hesitation,

blessed assurance...

midnight snow...

twelve am, and the sky is lit like stormy afternoon,

the lights of the city reflect and ricochet off the thick cloud cover,



soft and fluffy flakes of clean, crisp snow

descend silently across the quiet landscape...

the driveway lamps, beaming their rays like solitary Lighthouses,

illuminate the accumulating frozen whiteness,

the stillness is deafening and encompassing,

this sudden winter wonderland

in its as yet unbroken covering...

no footfalls, no human interference with shovel or plow,

a softening blanket to greet early risers...

a whitewash of winters grime,

creates a monotone palette of white and grey...

except for the silent glow of the lamp standards,

I feel alone with my thoughts,

their watchful gaze intersects with mine in these moments

we share this midnight snow,

cherishing our secrets...

privilege...

every situation that comes our way, is an opportunity to rise to the challenge that is lain before us.

another opportunity to face this obstacle and decide that our values and commitment to ourselves and to be the best we can, is what should guide our actions going forward to a resolution...

your best foot forward so to speak, for any mountain in our path only creates the opportunity for

Us to choose how we will react and how we will face the situation..

do we challenge the mountain head on and in the process stretch ourselves, learn and grow, or do we shrink back and attempt the easiest passage possible, thereby missing the inherent lessons available..

do we push our limits and understand that we are more than what we allow ourselves to think we are,

or do we squeak by and never know the power of our spirit and the passions woven into our capabilities..

every moment is given as an opportunity to learn, to take in the experience and to apply that to what we already know... to change, to evolve and to understand that what we do,

and know and feel, must move forward and be transformed in an ongoing process...

this life, this time here in this place, this gift, is meant to be lived and experienced, learned and taught...

our lives are meant to be full and rich with experience and questioning, full of hope and contentment...

but to shy away from any difficult work,

cheats ourselves of the opportunity to experience just who we really are...

stride boldly forward,

arms outstretched and soul hungry

for all that can be gathered in this time we are allotted..

and most importantly...

never underestimate the privilege it is to be You..

anticipation...

as I begin to contemplate what is to come this year,

I find myself relishing the anticipation that has replaced the dread of the last 12 months...

that familiar "on the edge of your seat" heart quickening

what happens next thought process...

the who and when and how will all of this play out,

decisions to be made, pros and cons to be pondered,

and ultimately choices made and changes set in motion...

exciting choices and even more exciting changes,

the blending of lives and their shared dreams,

the opportunity to once again, stretch and grow

and bathe in soul healing Joy...

it is so glorious to feel alive again,

and though external input can only add to that,

it is wonderful to be in this place once more,

where the clouds are completely silver, not just their lining,

where the rain tastes sweet as honey,

and the horizon stretches on infinitely,

full of promise...

I am filled with anticipation for these days,

filled with knowing that all of this,

I deserve...