In this contemporary day it is easy to consider the Holiday Season one of Gifts to be given and received from friends and family. Yet there is a depth of offering in this Seasonal Turning, rooted in ancestral genetics pre-historically, bypassing all consumerism whatsoever, unless, of course one wishes to include the invitation and the fact that during the depths of Winter contemplation one can be consumed by the Fire of Light!
Winter; the time for turning inward, to face, and welcome the Darkness. Such beautiful support there is in this Seasons longer nights and darker days! So we go within to the best of our ability. There may be all kinds of thoughts, memories, emotions that once thought 'dealt with', or not. And so they rise, to be seen/acknowledged. And so they rise to be gathered and brought to the Light that is growing and building. We celebrate the return of the Son, the Sun, the Light, the Light of Day. All of it is in the Turning of the Dark to Light.
What an invitation!!!!
Bring up the old forms, rules, and 'ow-ies' from the basement and the attic (literally and figuratively!), lay them all out without remorse or regret and let the Light from within your precious Heart and Soul shine on it, bathed in acceptance, washed in forgiveness, and dissolved in the releasing.
Over and over and over again if that's what it takes.
Oh, it takes more than once?
No Problem!!!
Afterall, when the toilet is clogged, do you only push the plunger ONCE to get the lines cleared??!!!?
Heavens Sake, NO!!!!
Plunge this stuff!!!! Flush it with every bit of Light you've got!
Dont underestimate your resources either, there is more than than you 'think'!!!! (Follow that Riddle!!!)
Flush it clear with full-hearted enthusiasm. And when you feel tired, or tuckered out, know there is a whole legion of Angels cheering for you,
"YEAH!!! GO! GO!!! FLUSH IT OUT!!!! THATA WAY!!!!! GOOD JOB!! WAY TO BE!!!!!!"
or something like that. You'll have to check into your team and see how they cheer you on.
Sometimes when the thick of the clearing is going on, its forgotten there is support and cheering and resources unending. This is a reminder.
There is support.
All the time.
All Ways.
Help yourself remember.
Be active in remembering.
And remember, asking for help is a way of giving a gift;
there is so much help waiting to be asked for, and available once asked for.
Give the gift that keeps on giving;
ask for help.
Blessings from the Blizzard!!!
Precious Winter Turning......
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Plutonian Winter ....
I am burning.
Finding the hardwoods of habit
feeding this fire like rocket fuel and a match
well lit
burning til complete
and then
some more,
or is it
and then
s'mores!!!
The softness of the pause
the gentle cradle of Stillness
Mind says 'aaaaaah....'
then the next wave rises in the tailwind
of Minds stirring.
over and over,
giving every wave to the Vast Void
As though there is nothing else
eheheh, and so it is!
The Old rises
"To GOD!!!!"
The Old rises
"TO GOD!!!!!"
The Old rises
"TO GOD!!!!!!"
the phone rings
a friend
in gratitude
we speak of Stillness
and say no more.
And so it is.
This that speaks
and pores/pours/poors
Poetry no more
fluidity of Forgiveness
Vapors of Old
Mind says its all bunk
has no rhyme
no meter
to pulse
the human
oh, Well.
And so it is.
This Silence Is.
Finding the hardwoods of habit
feeding this fire like rocket fuel and a match
well lit
burning til complete
and then
some more,
or is it
and then
s'mores!!!
The softness of the pause
the gentle cradle of Stillness
Mind says 'aaaaaah....'
then the next wave rises in the tailwind
of Minds stirring.
over and over,
giving every wave to the Vast Void
As though there is nothing else
eheheh, and so it is!
The Old rises
"To GOD!!!!"
The Old rises
"TO GOD!!!!!"
The Old rises
"TO GOD!!!!!!"
the phone rings
a friend
in gratitude
we speak of Stillness
and say no more.
And so it is.
This that speaks
and pores/pours/poors
Poetry no more
fluidity of Forgiveness
Vapors of Old
Mind says its all bunk
has no rhyme
no meter
to pulse
the human
oh, Well.
And so it is.
This Silence Is.
Monday, December 15, 2008
The Splendor of the Moment
Well.
Yes.
I AM.
Well.
Now, residing in Portland, Oregon.
First winters snow has arrived.
Cold weather for here.
Thank you Colorado, for acclimating me to 'cold'!
This 'cold', THIS cold is only senses responding relatively.
Relative, subjective..... eheheh none of it is True!
Few words for this realm of dissolving.
IF there were to be a report it would say,
"Sunny is no longer with us.
If you see him, know him as the Light You Are!!!
yep, thats All folks!!
Yes.
I AM.
Well.
Now, residing in Portland, Oregon.
First winters snow has arrived.
Cold weather for here.
Thank you Colorado, for acclimating me to 'cold'!
This 'cold', THIS cold is only senses responding relatively.
Relative, subjective..... eheheh none of it is True!
Few words for this realm of dissolving.
IF there were to be a report it would say,
"Sunny is no longer with us.
If you see him, know him as the Light You Are!!!
yep, thats All folks!!
Monday, December 8, 2008
Freedom is right HERE......
So simple.
This
Presence
of Life
Waiting
patiently
for 'me'
to
Remember
Stillness.
This
Presence
of Life
Waiting
patiently
for 'me'
to
Remember
Stillness.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
And NOW.......
With each passing touch of the breath that IS
There is less and less to say.
NO one to say it, No one to hear it.
So here, now, breathing.
Yes
NO matter what, yes.
It is all the rising of Life
no matter what, yes.
NO where to 'go'
for I AM HERE.
There is less and less to say.
NO one to say it, No one to hear it.
So here, now, breathing.
Yes
NO matter what, yes.
It is all the rising of Life
no matter what, yes.
NO where to 'go'
for I AM HERE.
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