Writing Prompt

Will they hear me when I’m old?  Does age bring wisdom or simply unfettered confidence in expression?

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ARE YOU BREATHING?

Is that a crazy question?  Well, maybe, but consider it…

INSIGHTS from A Course In Miracles

Insights from A Course In Miracles…Can you escape the world you created?  What is the reality in which you truly exist?

For what lies beyond is the next chapter and the continuing saga of the little self that believes it suffers and believes it can die.

If you believe your death will release you, then you have believed in the lie of the world of illusion that tells you that you are a body.

Be glad and sing instead.  Ask to see with me the truth of your being and the timelessness of true love.

Contemplating Time
Art by Angela M. O’Neal

The Whistle Stop Meditation

The Whistle Stop Meditation

Text to follow at a later date.  

(An adaptation of the meditation by Gary Renard  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7t266FiajA  An Original Form of True Prayer)

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME!

Ha!  A year ago today I started this Blog.  Has it really been that long?!  This year has been such a year of transformation, and it just keeps extending in that way for me.

I haven’t posted anything for quite sometime, which is incredible considering my overactive mind and imagination.  Alas, I have been scattered in many directions, precisely as we all are, and  I am just on this journey we call ‘life’.

The last year has deepened my love of Art,  and the connection somehow brings me closer to my Higher Spiritual Self in so many ways it would be impossible to express in such a short post as this.  (and I promise it is short)  In any case, my deep desire for a closer experience with the Powerful Universal Presence, that some call God, has brought me to some life-changing decisions which I know will bring me great joy and of which I have already found.

Paradoxically, life is the same.  I eat, drink, work, dress, play–whatever, and so do all those around me. Caught in an endless circle of rituals and repetitions.  Sometimes whirled out of balance by a shocking experience that breaks that routine.

I’m not much for routine, which I find boring…however, I do embrace some form of lose structure that allows me some flexibility and direction at the same time.  I have to say perhaps I’m somewhat better at it now at this stage of my Crone life.  I have to smile at that expression of myself, but here I am.  There.  Here.  So I smile at myself and realize that in the last year I’m just learning more about how to simply ‘be’, and the rest is unknown…

I see the Light in you my friend, and I thank you for sharing this journey with me.

 

 

 

A CALL TO WRITE

cloud-and-rockSometimes something stirs within my mind and sets words in there that I don’t even know myself until they find their place on the page.  They seem foreign to me, yet whisper of a past, a truth, a knowing that comes from somewhere else. Somewhere that is not the me I look at in the mirror every day.  Not the artist, (no) not the wife, caretaker, or friend.  Somewhere in another time– another mind.  Whispers into my ear these words, like warm cookies that melt in my mouth and leave a taste both sweet and bitter.  My hands deftly hit the keys or stroke the paper with pen to lay down verse, or words, or strings of words that fall on the page like raindrops from my eyelashes. Strange and wonderful. Sometimes mixing with the tears   I taste their saltiness.  The words beg me to write them.  They call me with urgency to lay them down.  How can I deny it?  When would I say– no?  Then, when I push it aside and silence the calling and plunder about my day, the words become lost and lonely again—falling in to the back drop of my memory. Slowly losing and fading quietly from their once reverberating demands.  Now they have retreated.  With me. They go behind, and (may) wait till they have yet another chance to hope to be written.  I then think and ponder–(later…)  What was that I just heard?