A simple message today at DreamingExistence
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This has been my favorite holiday song for many years. While not a traditional hymn, I feel it speaks to the Spirit of Christmas and the message of the Messiah in the most profound sense. Most people are filled with a sense of wonder, forgiveness, generosity and hope at this time of year. Why should our hearts and minds abandon such truths once the music stops, the decorations come down and the world returns to its spinning, busy, hectic routine? Elvis sang it best…
Why can’t every day be like Christmas? Peace and Love be with you today and every day in the coming year. If you can’t find such peace, then be that peace.
Love and Light always,
Will I, when faced with life’s review,
be content to watch my passage?
Will I be proud, ashamed
to see my name
on that eternal movie screen?
Life, indeed a stage, and each must
play a role with no script in hand.
Do we follow our cues
for the paths we choose
or boldly improvise?
I hope with constant vigilance
to owe such little recompense
that I may revel in the rest
as I lay aside my script
with its pages worn and ripped
to bask in brilliant Light
in sweet repose.
I shall return the key
until it’s time for me
to succumb to the seduction
of another huge production
that will give me second chances
and with no backward glances,
find new glory in the spotlight-
This post is part of Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt
Visit her blog to read more posts and meet some amazing people. If you’re into beautiful sunsets, stop by Dan’s place. They are serving up cold ones at the bar.
This song was a favorite of mine in Jr High School. I still love it though it is almost never played in oldies venues.
Love and Light and happy #Free48 to everyone!
The Council convenes..
and what do they cackle about?
The demise of fiendish foe?
What dark agenda, this Murder of Crows?
There were actually a dozen or more all over the yard. Then came the sparrows and cardinals, even hummingbirds. It was like a fowlish stampede! I could only manage these few images, being full engaged in cooking dinner. It has been brutally hot this week, and I suppose this was their evening’s watering hole before turning in for the night.
Now I must go check out the full moon.
Corinna, Corinna was a favorite film of ours through the years. This little song has been worming its way through my gray matter all night. It was one of our Sunday School standards growing up and it never loses significance.
It can be so hard to carry on as the happy, bright beings we are when life’s burdens feel so heavy. At times it seems all we are seems to offend and repel those around us. It is all too easy to withdraw into ourselves, retreating from the pain of loss or fear of rejection.
It is during these moments that we have to hold that little light high for all to see, to remind ourselves that our heart light sustains us through Life’s difficult walk, and to remind the hand of darkness that the Light is eternal, its source sustaining its Children.
If you have the chance, catch the movie. Its message of love and acceptance, tolerance and honesty, remains a relevant one.
A single candle will light the dark….
I am still having issues with space, but have been working to free some up so that I can stay connected with you guys here in the Blogosphere. I value the connections I have made with so many talented, beautiful souls. May your day be beautifully filled with Love, Light and opportunity.
And please be safe out there on this holiday!
There are times I feel as though I have been to the summit of Life’s perfection and others when I swear I have plummeted to the bowels of its darkest pit. My heart knows the truth, however, which is that this life has been so blessed. I have known great sorrows and tremendous joys in these nearly 60 years. Did you hear me say that? 60, as in 6-0. Six decades, 3,120 weeks, some 21,900 days. I won’t count the moments because the only moment that counts is this one. But you get the point.
The one certainty in all of my life has been the presence of a power that has guided, protected and comforted me. For the sake of commonality I like to think of them as angels, angels being in this instance those souls working under the guidance of Love. Sometimes we pray for help and angels appear, but more often than not these entities have shown up in my life when I least expected and sometimes did not even realize until they had passed through.
I want to spend some of the last months of my 6th decade remembering and honoring those precious Warriors of Light, the gentle spirits who watched over, patiently encouraged and guided me, laughed and cried with me, and saved me from my most fearful shadow monsters.
I have had Debbie on my mind these last weeks, missing her voice, her gentle unassuming wisdom and total non judgmental love. We met online through a spiritual web site. Both of us had lost very dear loved ones and although we shared similar religious histories, we both had come to a greater understanding of the Creator’s presence in our lives. From the first email she sent to me privately in 1999 until the day she passed away in 2016, I felt as though we were soul mates and had known one another long before we came intto this life. In a friendship that spanned over 15 years, we only shared actual physical space on three occasions, but we communicated nearly every day during most of those years which included hours of heartfelt phone sessions. She and her husband were angels to me and my family. I still can’t believe she is no longer here with us, but her presence and influence was so profound that I always feel her with me.
Many rungs on my ladder upward to higher understanding were reached because she helped me up. And held me up. That’s what loving friends do. They don’t ask why you are angry, don’t try to reason things out and fix them for you, or set limits on their support. Friends just say, “I’m sorry you are in pain. Do you need anything from me?” That kind of friendship is so hard to come by, but I have been so blessed in my life to know many of these people, some related and others related through spirit.
Debbie liked to say that Life was a school where we all come to learn and to earn our wings and graduate. I believe the wings that carried her into this world were even more magnifcient when they carried her home.
What I wouldn’t give for one more hour with you, my dear friend. You introduced me to so many beautiful things. A Course in Miracles, The Four Agreements, Enya, Sarah Brightman, Josh Groban, Elizabeth Kubler Ross, my favorite Chandrika soap, the lovely Naples beaches, sharing food all around the table with family-and to think we met because of Bruce Moen and his Afterlife Knowledge site. Not surprisingly, my Angel of a husband found that site for me due to my continued struggle over losing my Mom 16 years earlier and being unable to make peace with the loss. I hope you found each other over there. You and she have so much in common.
This one is for you, dear friend.
Thank you for helping me to accept that I am as God created me. I will never forget.
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