Keep the Pulse of Love Strong.

Keep the Pulse of Love Strong.

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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.”

~ Lin-Manuel Miranda (Tony acceptance speech for Hamilton).

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Originally posted on RebelleSociety.com

Music of Laughter’s Magic

Music of Laughter’s Magic

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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

 

Grateful for Gratitude

Grateful for Gratitude

woman writingGrateful for learning
to see the puzzle pieces
of my life, the missing links,
and connections with others.
the mirrors and amusement
of divine guidance with joy.

Grateful for the inner voice
persistence with my resistance
understanding my willingness
to begin again… and truly listen.
Through the consistent
reminders and signs

I am growing as I am changing
through the transitions
new truths and perceptions
are surfacing
with the wisdom innately
knowing the course
as I trust
through breathing, relaxing
and continuing to listen.

Sit still and the waiting
of the muse amusing me.
Or do I amuse the muse?
Delights in the devotion
of releasing the doubts and denial.
living once again
in the wholeness of the being.
~jh

In Those Little Things

In Those Little Things

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Found in the little things we do daily
the habits, good or the bad
Intentions made manifest
Is this really what we desire?

Found in the little things we do each moment
a smile, a doubting thought or maybe simply numb?
Intentions wait for instructions for manifest…
What do we really want?

Found in the little things we do in breathing
Love ourselves, enjoy the moment’s reflection
Intentions unknown and on automatic
Do we realize what we trust?

Found in the little things we take for granted
The sun, a flower, a bird’s song, a friend’s call
a hug and smile, the warmth of love, balance in abundance
Intentions natural and always within reach
Could this really be in our dream?

Time to time
I fall into darkness
wandering around in the unseen, yet felt
the depth of denial’s hug
finding the little things hidden
The habits and automatic leaps into the negative

Those little things that means so much
allow and accept these visits within
for the magic is also quietly dancing, smiling
as the inner child just cries in the silence,

echoing into the nothingness of dreams,
after getting lost in the in-between space of living.
Ego pushed the inner voice into silent.

Yet I feel the difference with the inner lightning
and this is way I let go and fall into the darkness
to light the way and find those little things.

So I stop and count the blessings
I clean and sweep, hugs and heal…
the inner child looks up as the magic takes her hand
as I listen closely to those in-between space
and the void of dreams unmanifest.
Feel the quivering of my soul’s heart relieved
as I manifest those little dreams in the reality I live. ~jh

#LiveYourMagic

#Trust Your Inner Voice/Child

 

 

 

Nighttime Visitors

Nighttime Visitors

moon venus

Within the stillness of the morn
as I see four planets whispering
in the darkness came the answers
Through the cawing of the animals
Horse, crow, dolphin to start
the reclaiming of my power

By remembering my journey
The highs and lows
And lessons learned
Each adventure taught me wisdom
Time to understand and start to live
Some of the vulnerable aspects hidden
Behind the mask that I wear to disguise.

I know some of my gifts
I throw away because of fear
Knowing I just suppressed
A truth of magic that lives inside
Time, the animals whisper
To ride, fly and swim again
In full power
I know what to do
And fear isn’t a worthy excuse
Time, again… to live my magic

The music of my soul sings deep
With Master Whale
The storyteller and holder of records
Time…again
To sing my song
And release the depth of my powers wide
Dance with the fire
Burning inside of me
Aching to hear the truths
And simply be me again

The cycle comes and now
the wave takes me higher to see and hear
The clear messenger, Hawk as he circles
Death and life and let go and move further
With the help of the Great Mystery
Father Sun, Sister Moon, Mother Earth
breathe deeply and embrace the natural magic
Of all I am and always will be. ~jh

 

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