Heart soften with the lingering thoughts of lessons, learned and yet to be learned. That inner knowing of things in anticipation, yet also the steps to get there; the scatteredness of all that is and yet to be fills the mind with anxiety and gratitude at the same time.
Words coming and going and wishing one could catch them all down before those beautiful butterflies of wisdom fly away. Or like a balloon filled with good cheers seemingly floating along for one to grab the string out of curiosity and wonder. The painted sky of colored clouds reflecting the brilliance this world has to share if one looks up for a moment of time with the inner child’s view and perspectives.
Once caught, the worlds of possibilities can open and spill out so many possibilities of potential… almost to overwhelm with such joy and merriment. Tears of such joy stream down the face and the download of lessons come again.
Softening the heart with the truth of why we chose these adventures and delightful lessons of the soul’s clearing. The music and dance of the soul drive the path and it is only when the mind calms down and the heart comes center in the breath, we understand the delivery of the messages through signs, people, and magic.
We enter this space and time in the void. Void of creation, void of potential, void of discoveries. And we hear the truth for the first time.
For me, it came with a car accident as I closed my eyes to enter this realm and hear, “You are love and loved. Don’t forget this.”
And I couldn’t forget this and it was often reminded to me as I sat, reflecting with a pen and journal or the keyboard humming under my fingertips.
Love and Loved. So many times I questioned this truth and yet when I felt this truth… magic happened.
Dreams fill out the blank space, either letting you know what is filling our world up, for good or bad reasons; or opening your world to a new array of brilliance to explore…the new adventure. As the new moon in the sign of home comes now, looking at your dreams can regain your powers and rebuild your foundation stronger.
Take the time to dive into the dream; explore what you need to understand and perhaps leave behind. It’s okay. We haven’t missed out of something special. Perhaps it has grown into a new and better form or the timing isn’t right for it. Evolve your thought to witness the reality as it is now. You may have gotten knock down or distracted for your own protection. If this grand scheme is truly yours; it will manifest. Seasoning the reasons, the service for this idea to bloom is the delay.
Does the dream serve a purpose for others to value it? Or is it just a passing thought of wonder and you just liked it enough to follow this butterfly flickering by you by chance?
When the thought idea feels grounded and certainty of joy arises… this is the one to act on… Simply put… your heart sings with your feet still on the ground.
I have followed many ideas, only to find it lead me down the empty field of wishes… no real joy…just an idea of abundance. Too many of those can slowly kill your enthusiasm for living.
Open mind allowing too many ideas to flood your head, each seems valid for someone, doesn’t mean it is for you. If it is a fly by idea and you happened to just like it enough to attempt it; chances are you are getting more of a lesson than the riches you dreams would happen. Though if your heart truly pulls you in one direction over others; don’t stop yourself with a doubt or second thought. Lessons are good and we are here to have a few of them.
Wondering why my interest in this? Simply the last few nights have danced with the past lessons and wounds in the making still trapped in the deep recess of my heart and soul. Time is rebalancing myself and focus forward through those lessons in love, career, and relationships of all kinds. Writing helps me acknowledge the creation and opens the healing at a deeper level of forgiveness. Sharing may help someone through the pain; regrets, and depression it may cause…shine a little light of hope, healing and peace of not being alone.
I have been guided back to my foundation I have had ignored out of self-pity, pain and allowing the depression to rule my world into those dark recess of my world needing to be cleaned with a little love or a lot of love. Remembering the foundation is not reliving your past; it is to regain and reclaiming your power. Finding your strengths and patching some cracks by letting yourself be you without a doubt in your mind. Remembering you are in this world; not of it. Not a part of the brainwashed robots or corrupts souls desperate for the getting it without appreciation. You know them; the lesson givers. The ones you look and admire their cunningness, yet know karma can be a bitch after stepping on too many good souls.
Reading some quotes of some of the good souls’ words has helped my regrouping and embracing my formation into this world of mine. Some have been told to me along the way to assist me to continue on the twisted path of art adventure. Some just seem to show up at just the right time. Here are just a few.
~ Learning never exhausts the mind. Leonardo da Vinci
~ “If you are striving to do something you value, it is so important to surround yourself with people who unequivocally support your work. It is both a trap and a poison to have so-called friends who have the same injuries but no real desire to heal them. These kinds of friends encourage you to act outrageously, outside of your natural cycles, out of sync with your soul needs.” Clarissa Pinkola Estes
~ Sometimes a little silliness is all you need to get a better perspective of your problems. Dodinsky
Thank you Universe for not giving up on me, the way I thought I had. Count your blessings for the life you have; as tough as it gets, the more stories you have to share. Each is a new chapter in your book of life. Make it amazingly brilliance as you truly be. Be the wonderful friend of kindness; be the amazing supportive parents, allowing your child to be that child of their own making; be that wondrous artist sharing your magic.
Be you. Be true. And always just be your beautiful amazing you. You are love and loved. Don’t forget this!
I hear the whispers of the waves; vibrations through the colors and motions of friends
Sending a hug
And feeling the caress of the return the moment’s waiting for the world to turn
So I response without initiation Follow through with intentions As I feel the noise within me surge Passions and the silent yes Climbs up my spine as the breath is taken.
Deeper into the soul’s grace And the beauty of the dance persist Music lingers between my fingertips As the pounding keys bounce in delightful rhythms Song of the heart tingling brilliance
As I wait within the whispers Overhearing the ideas and plans The wavering notions of peace and chaos Smiling with the exhaling strokes of fingertips’ song Take a moment of appreciation For those friends’ vividness echo through the breath. ~jh
Hearts have been broken open, and tears pour out. Love burns in each candle and continues to grow regardless of the inhumane actions of a few. We can blame the guns, yet are they pulling the trigger? One human got enraged within himself and took it out on other innocent, joyous, loving humans.
Ask yourself: How does this reflect on me? How can I be a better person? When and why have I criticized another person? Have I carried a grudge against a person? We may not have a gun, but words can do damage too. Or, words and actions can heal and mend the hearts and souls now.
Yesterday morning, I woke with this deep sense of self-hatred, yet I knew that the depth of my hate was just a fraction of the amount of self-love, which expands unlimited. Perhaps I sensed the world’s pain and gained the perspective of the world’s consciousness in the craziness we find ourselves in.
Moments after this madness began, love still burned strong as one of the victims texted I love you to his mom. In moments of crisis, love is at the center, within each hero, whether they lost their life in Orlando or in any of the innumerable shooting tragedies in recent times.
I won’t call the people who lost their lives, victims. To me, they are heroes. I focus on the courage, beauty, kindness and the love they were. Each had a story of giving, loving and adding their brilliance to this world. Their candles still burn within the love we all have for them.
Open hearts break and expand with each breakthrough… with more love to heal the wounds as we continue to evolve with the madness of the times. Bless the heroes, their families, and friends. Bless the people around the world for uniting as the true oneness we are… called humanity.
Compassion rises up like the sun, and each of us has a choice in how to reflect and express ourselves in these grievous times. For me, I will hug, share a smile and laugh more. Each of the heroes that we lost in Pulse did this daily, and I plan to continue this legacy of their stories.
Pulse is a club with the mission to honor the heartbeat we all share, a place where a person can be themselves and share some fun with friends and family. And it will continue as our hearts continue to beat in unison and unity.
We have the opportunity again to gain some insights and reflections of the values we share and listen to the enemies within us all. Hatred will continue; it is human nature, though there is potential in this if you have a passion for loving manyfold. It is the focusing of the energy that we need to shift.
Stop for a moment, and think what we want this world of humanity and these generations to be remembered as the worst time of violence and separation or a time when humanity got their act together and started loving each other through mutual acceptance. Stop building walls that diminish the space for hearing the words of truth. Open your heart, and expand your love. Love is endless and joyful brilliance. The true sweetness of this human experience we crave to know, receive and have is Love.
“We chase the melodies that seem to find us
Until they’re finished songs and start to play
When senseless acts of tragedy remind us
That nothing here is promised, not one day.
This show is proof that history remembers
We lived through times when hate and fear seemed stronger;
We rise and fall and light from dying embers, remembrances that hope and love last longer
And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside.”
When entering the stillness the quietude, releasing the mind, the ideas and I fade into the nothingness of being I enter the void of darkness of creativity visas of possibilities.
Come to the place in time and energy where magic lingers, waiting waiting dancing as someone come to claim the innate magic within
the music of the soul the beat of the heart the truth dwelling leisurely yet pounding with grief until we get that clue
Laughter is one way to reclaim the obvious understanding the trust distilled in each cell. disconnect the monkeys. Another is the music outside that creates that opening inside inside the deep, the dark to light the way
to that lingering magic waiting, twiddling thumbs or tapping toes… waiting for the knock on your head connected to your heart leading to your realizing
You are that magic always available always lingering always persistency present like that thing called Love. Simply be aware of the loving magic you truly always be…
Enjoy your laughter as you’re dancing to your music. It is the most beautiful YOU. ~jh #LiveYourMagic