“As I sit with myself
I listen to the silence.
She is comforting
and soothing to my soul.
The absence of noise
speaks loudly
and on many levels,
nourishing every fiber of my being.
As I sit with myself
I am content
with all that is,
all that has past,
and all that will be.
As I sit with myself,
I hold the space for myself,
knowing that everything
is as it is meant to be.”
~Rhapsody Bohème
For many years I have struggled with how hard it is to plan for anything. When you have chronic pain, no two days are alike and you never know how your day is going to be until you wake up in the morning. Sometimes you’re blessed and it’s easier to manage, other times it takes a longer start to get going, and yet other times you can’t seem to get going period. Just recently I posted about the Pain body and how it reached havoc in my days for some time now. From there one of my followers shared “The Guest House” from Jalaluddin Rumi with me and it was divine timing as I had never heard it. Thank you John. I related with it so much, and it mirrored my own journey of trying to Embrace the rain as well as the pain. Rumi reminds us to acknowledge whoever shows up in the morning and to be grateful, for everything has meaning and a place. Yep, even when it hurts like hell and when it doesn’t make sense like so often. You may also take comfort in knowing that God’s and the Universe’s soldiers, it’s healers and light workers will always carry heavier burdens. Simply because they can handle them although it doesn’t seem fair. Still someone needs to share the light and bring those messages to others to inspire and help. This is exactly what I’m trying to do today and thank you to John who has shared it with me, I now share The Guest House with you.
The Guest House by Rumi
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of it’s furniture, still treat each guest honorable. He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.,
~Rumi
The Poem you see below, I wrote several years ago.. Nature Heals ~ Sometimes when the world gets too much As our inner mind chews over such and …
Breathe In Nature
I love this poem from a new found friend here on WordPress and I love love love to find such special connections that speak to my soul. More and more the number of “US” is growing and it’s refreshing to find your tribe members and like minded kindred spirits. Life becomes even more meaningful in the process of it.
I would like to share these connections much much more in the future, so that as many people as possible can feel connected in whatever way and form fits their needs. It’s amazing as we uncover our stories, peeling away the surface levels to slowly reveal who we truly are. To be accepted for it, empowered and cheered on. It gives us wings as if there is nothing we can’t achieve. It’s so meaningful to spread motivation and inspiration when we are strong, but also find a place we can lean on each other and rest when we need to or have something on our mind.
Here, within your tribe, you can share those moments. Spread joy or vent and find compassion and understanding for the successes and challenges we face each day. Each one of us has a story and a reason why we are here and why we write. Let’s get to know each other a little better and share those special finds and moments. There is so much wisdom, knowledge and experience here that we can find an endless supply of resources and support. It’s about lifting each other and my friend Sue does exactly that. I hope you visit her soon and say hello for me.
Enjoy…🙏🏼
Sometimeslifeis weird. But…lifeis alsoeverything. Everything. (Every breath…every smile…every laugh…) Even,especially,when it’sbad. (Every sigh…every…
“Believe”
Check out this beautiful poem from one of my WordPress followers. Please stop by her blog and say hello. She is amazing.
This post is my point of inspiration for the day and I am so glad that I read it. Life is everything, throughout each tribulation and each struggle. This message comes at the perfect timing. Thank you so much. 🙏🏼💙
Don’t forget to tune in tonight 7PM PST for our weekly Reiki healing session. I see you there and I am building the energy throughout the day to bring you maximum light and love.
Vanya – Butterfly 🦋 Picture taken at the Zoo.
Magnificent beauty, what struggle have you endured. Trapped in your cocoon, tight, unable to move, choking your mere breath.
Bidding your time, out on a limb, patiently waiting, trusting to make it through, unharmed, life’s future in your favor.
An act full of force, finally setting you free, on your terms, timing considered. Outgrowing your confines, “I am ready.”
A crack and a pop, breaking your mold, leaving the old, stretching legs for it all to unfold. Breathing anew and filling your soul, remembering the struggle that now is just old.
Magnificent beauty, born from struggle and pain. The time is here, unfurl your wings. Glorious fairy to the heavens you fly, beautiful, gracious, a dance of delight.
Between the darkness and the light, the shadows of black and white… and all the spectrums in between. Amongst the pain and times of joy, the tears of despair and moments of coy, between a heart that’s full and a heart that breaks, a moment in time or a memory once mine.
To remember all things have purpose and meaning, to make them all count as best as you can. To carry love in your heart no matter what, it’s the stuff warriors and hero’s are made off.
Picture taken from Pinterest
I came across a little midweek inspiration with this beautiful poem from Marisa Donnelly @tinybuddha.com. It immediately spoke to me, as so many Moments escape us doing busy work, having to adult, looking after our obligations and responsibilities, or doing whatever.
It is always balance that is key and pursuing your passion and the things that allow you to live louder as often as possible. I would love to share this poem with you today while sending a huge virtual hug to whoever that needs it, and maybe a little nudge and reminder to push yourself to make time for those things. You already know it will be worth it.
I hope you live louder
I hope you laugh more. I hope you sing at the top of your lungs. I hope you drive with the windows down and let the wind rustle through your hair. I hope you hug. I hope you kiss. I hope you surround yourself with people who make you feel alive. I hope you become the type of person that brings good energy wherever you go, and the type of person people want to be around. I hope you speak what’s on your mind, that you raise your voice for injustice, that you tell others that you love them, instead of waiting until it’s too late. I hope you live louder, shine brighter. From this moment on. ❤️🦋
“How many years of beauty do I have left? she asks me. How many more do you want? Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.
When you are 80 years old and your beauty rises in ways your cells cannot even imagine now and your wild bones grow luminous and ripe, having carried the weight of the passionate life.
When your hair is aflame with winter and you have decades of learning and living and loving sewn into the corners of your eyes and your children come home to find their own history in your face.
When you know what it feels like to fail ferociously and have gained the capacity to rise and rise and rise again.
When you can make your tea on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon and still have a song in your heart. Queen owl wings beating between the cotton of your sweater.
Because your beauty began there beneath the sweater and the skin, remember?
This is when I will take you into my arms and coo YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING you’ve come so far.
I see you.
Your beauty is breathtaking.
~Jeannette Encinias
I chipped away at your cold exterior,
Dodging shards of ice until you were no longer hard,
But even though I cracked the surface,
Your heart would not melt.
~ Christy Ann Martin
I came across a poem again. I once wrote it for a friend who became a quadriplegic, and there is a reason that it has surfaced again. Mom’s life is changing so much. It is filled with loss and gain, acceptance and letting go, finding new meanings and reasons to go on. A life once familiar is no more and adjustments are needed to embrace the unknown. I’ve said it many times, but as time ticks away, my gratitude for being here to help her with this mission is growing to new heights. I know that her days would be much darker without me.
I believe the poem is relevant to what is going on and I will share it once more. As it becomes multi dimensional, and perhaps is fitting for many others, I will dedicate it to Mom and to everybody that needs help, encouragement and love. May you never forget to dream and feel loved.
“An Angel spreads it’s Wings”
An Angel spreads it’s Wings over you by day and night,
an Angel quietly sings when you wonder what life brings.
When everything is gray and makes no sense,
he brings you strengths, comes to your defense.
He takes your pain and lifts your sorrow,
you’ll see it gets better, just wait till tomorrow.
With patience you will face each day,
finding new means in every way.
You find hope and courage, the sun begins to shine,
each day will bring new progress and everything is fine.
It’s a new beginning but never the end,
your life goes on, an Angel was sent.
An Angel spreads it’s Wings to help through the night,
to conquer every mountain, to join you in the fight.
Picture taken from Pinterest
