Do we only see and hear that which we believe to be real and doubt that which we cannot see or understand? If love could be seen would we feel it? If sorrow could not be felt would we hear it? The spirit so luminous, so bright, so real and yet we do not see it. We see, hear and believe in perceived images, houses, cars, children, jobs, clothes these are what we believe in. In times of crisis, we see the good in others.
Rarely do we see or accept the good in ourselves.
Has the light gone out or are we afraid to feel the tremendous power the spirit invokes?
Rarely do we see or accept the good in ourselves.
Has the light gone out or are we afraid to feel the tremendous power the spirit invokes?
Spirit is immune to our overindulgent, over saturated, conditioned minds, it speaks only to our soul.
Listen quietly, hear the soft, gentle whisper as pleasantly your soul is roused awake and your question is answered. Who Am I?
“ Notes from my life”
Becoming a Butterfly
Knowledge is an obscure footnote to the “Notes of my life” for I believe it is just when we feel that we have it all figured out, that it all seems to fall apart and when we think that we have absolutely no idea what we are doing that we achieve some of the most meaningful experiences in life.
“Notes from my life”... How many there are? Where to start...In the beginning, middle... the here and now....life is sometimes inconspicuous. All life’s experiences converge into one and yet they are all still separate occurrences that shape and define our journey. The journey has seemed long and yet at times I feel life is short and I will not accomplish whatever it is I feel needs to be experienced, achieved, lived before I transition from this life to the beyond.
The Essence
As a girl, I was remember being very spontaneous an yet very serious. Raised without a 'religious' background, I was left to life’s experiences to guide my learning's in all things spiritual and mortal. From as I can remember, maybe 5, I walks on my own on beautiful, sunny days and experiencing feelings and thoughts of such enormity. Who am I? How did I get here? Why am I here? All at the age of 5 if I 'remember' correctly. Today I ask myself these same questions and yet the wonderment with which I ask the questions ha changed to a 'true' longing for an answer. Why? Is this a sign of my age? A sign of the most recent 'footnotes of my life' or is that how it is for everyone at some stage in their life? I do not know and this is why I ask?
Life happens and then what? Does it matter why? What if the answer is just "You are who you are" you are here for whatever purpose YOU choose in this life. What do you do with all those incidences that you cannot reconcile in your life (are they your purpose?). If 'nothing' has a purpose beyond an experience itself, if there is no meaning, if everything just is what it is. Why do so many struggle so hard? Why do so many of us have such a hard time letting things be? or is that just me?
Save for my sanity, I search to find 'purpose' in my life, there have been too many footnotes along the way, to many experiences that have me asking..to what purpose? a true and reverent need to understand 'my' life.
What is a butterflies purpose if it is here for only such a short time? What happens to the caterpillar who works and struggles so valiantly to arrive at the day of transition? Are they one in the same?
When all the questioning is done, is that when the transition is complete and the butterfly appears, only to stay for brief 'moment' and then pass away leaving an ethereal remnant of it's existence, it's beauty, it's softness and it's strength like a gentle caress of a soft breeze on our lives through it's dance like movement of it's wings of freedom.
It's time to sit and quietly listen...Namaste
