Rest

Let go of yesterday

Let go of tomorrow

All is well at this moment

Breathe

Smile

Rest


You are safely held

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Voices

 I am one

I am many

Memories, beliefs, feelings . . .

Many voices

One voice

One true voice

Speaks through me

I am many

I am one

I hear Your voice

In each voice

I hear and know

You

I am drawn

To heart and soul

I am drawn to the light

I see, I sense, in each soul

Each voice

My heart; my life

Reaches out

To touch

To love

The life

Within

Such pleasure

The light of a smile

A shared knowing look

Shared pain

We know

And are known

By love

Through love

Our voices communicate self

Our voices carry love

To the souls

Of others

Truth spoken

Can bring freedom

Your truth

Not what's been given to you by another

Only the truth that's been given to you

By Spirit within

Speak truth

Speak hope

To those listening

For the voice of Love

Speaking through us

Empty Expectations

Expectations

Projections into the future

Living where you're not

Hopes and dreams

Built on air

Collapse

In reality

Expectations

Emotions attached

To illusions

Self created

Expectations

False belief  

That you can know

Or control

The future

Can create or foresee
What “should be”

When dreams die

When expectations

Are not realized

Where are you?

You are always

Only one place:

The present

You always know

Only one time:

Now

Breathe in now

Feel the earth beneath you . . . now

Know you have all you need

For right now

Every moment

Every day

You will have what you need

Your future is revealed

One day at a time

No other way


* * * * * * * * *


Results of placing expectations on others; on how the future will be . . . 
resentment, hurt, disappointment, anger, hopelessness . . . 
Expect yourself to do the best you know how right now.  
Trust others to do the same.
There's no other time within which we can live.
It is always now.

Let go of yesterday.
Let go of tomorrow.
Smile
All is well at this moment.

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Nothing Changes (HD)

52 years this body has existed

52 years ago its genetic makeup was set

Known

By God alone

Soon

To be revealed

To the owner of this body

At conception

Was there a special little party

On chromosome 4 (address 4p16.3)?

Did my trinucleotide repeats get carried away

Going beyond the usual 35 repeats or less?

This is the information I will receive

How many CAG repeats are there at that particular address

On chromosome 4?

If the number is high

The unanswerable question is

When will neurons start dying
Are they already?
When will my body start showing the signs of it?

The bigger question is

What does one do to prepare for such information?

Nothing, really.

Nothing changes

My body, my self

Will not change

With the knowing

The day after knowing will not vary greatly from the day before.

So the real question is

 How will I choose to respond to whatever the news may be?
(an easier question if I am "normal")

I plan to share champagne with my family

No matter what the results are

Celebrate life

This is all part of life

Until the freedom of death

The main thing to do is remember

Remember what I know

Remember there are choices

Remember to stay in the moment

Remember that Love is real

Remember that Love fills, surrounds and carries me

Always

Remember that my precious body and soul

Will be carried and led lovingly

Whether it malfunctions, or not

And we will all have malfunctions of the body

We all need Love to carry and guide

Til we're home

p.s. to those who have not read earlier posts, I am awaiting results of a genetic test to see if I have Huntington's Disease.

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Sands of Time

I swim through the sands of time

Sand sparkles in the sun

Streams between my fingers

Scatters hard against my face

I flow through the sands of time

Skin burns at the touch

Flesh scraped raw

I travel on

I fight time

I fight what is

Clothes and skin shred

I am shredded away

I stand in the sands of time

Fists clenched

I scream 

At what is

Scream long

Scream loud

Scream at the fight

Which cannot be won

Scream loud

Scream long

For all those hurt

By what is

Drained 

I lie on the sands of time

Face to the sky

Count the diamonds

Count the diamonds in the sky

Sand firm and cool beneath my back

Dark mystery above and around me

I am engulfed by time

In quiet surrender

Patience

Patience, my Love

Time flows

Round and round it goes

All will be well

All will be well

I will swim again

The scream will return

'til there are no more sands of time

Within which to swim

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No Fear

There is no fear in Love

Love is patient

Love is kind

Love does not envy

Love does not boast

Love is not proud 

Love does not dishonor others

Love is not self-seeking 

Love is not easily angered

Love keeps no record of wrongs 

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth

Love always protects

Love always trusts

Love always hopes

Love always perseveres

Love never fails

God is Love

We are made in God's image

He planted his seed of love in each of us*

God is Love

We were made in his image

Think about it.
Formed by love for love into love . . . ?

When we fear, we've lost sight of Love

Or never knew Love

I've known you, Love

I know You still

Yet, I know fear

And long for more . . .

But, You know.   

You know and smile

As you hold me safely in your hand

There is no fear in Love

*"His principle of life, the divine sperm, remains permanently within him."

1 John 3:9 Amplified version

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Words and Thoughts of Hope and Encouragement

You always have choices.

You choose.

You can do anything for one more minute, 

one more hour or one more day.

Live one day at a time.

Baby steps.  It's just one little step at a time. 

Do the next loving thing. 

If you don't know what to do, do nothing.

Choosing to do nothing is an action.

This too shall pass. . . it always does.

Be gentle with yourself.

Keep it simple.

Stay in today

Only when I get out of my past and stay away from my future can I genuinely experience what's happening right here, right now, within the context of just that: what's actually occurring in the present moment.


Neale Donald Walsch

In the present moment there is no stress.

When we accept what is right now, even if we’re tired or frightened or hurt, we don’t need to also allow stress to cause further harm.

Learning to accept the present simply as it is, without demanding it be different, is what opens us to the fuller dimensions of life.

(Stephan Rechtschaffen, M.D.)

Breathing in, I am calm,

Breathing out, I smile.

(Thich Nhat Hanh)




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Glass

I want to be a person of glass

Transparent

A window to Love

Liminalist

I think, when asked what I "do", I shall answer that I'm a liminalist.

When in a liminal state, one is on the cusp; in transition.

Not always comfortable.

Well, rarely, if ever comfortable.

Yet, a place of promise. 

As I pass through liminal phases

I am transformed

arriving, one assumes, on the other side of a threshold with new ideas, deeper understandings, a more solid sense of self .  .  . 
something to make it all worthwhile.

The walk through darkness

Clinging to the walls of those bottomless pits of despair

for fear of falling and being swallowed up altogether . . .

Lamenting . . . crying out for release . . .

(such drama we experience in those dark places!)

The walking is part of the process . . . the not stopping.

Believing that there is, indeed, a threshold to be reached and passed.

Darkness can be a place of fear

A cavern seemingly without end  . . . 

A place to wallow and whimper.

But, it needn't be something to avoid,

nor could you if you tried (and we all try).

Where do things grow?

The darker the soil, the richer, yes?

Deep roots reach down for water and nutrients.

In which direction does the plant grow?

Toward the light.  

The seed is planted in the darkness of the earth.

Then, it seeks the light.

The roots must always remain in the darkness 

to keep the plant alive

There's life in the darkness

My roots grow deep into secrets of love and wisdom 

They touch and delve ever deeper

in order to keep me alive

and carry me toward and through my next liminal experience;

to help me past my next threshold.

There is much to be learned in the dark times.

Much to be winnowed away.

One tends to be leaner and cleaner 

on the other side

Bits of falseness cleared out;

pieces of bitterness and blame;

hatred and shame . . . 

These remain behind

as you step into the light once again.

After each time of transition

(though, it seems to me that life's just one transition after another!)

I believe there are fewer lies in one's head and heart

and more awareness of truth (to hold onto when going through the next one)

Nope, not always a fun place . . .

I spend a lot of my time feeling that I'm wandering in the darkness,

saying and doing silly or hurtful things,

feeling clueless and desperate to get out

But, those sweet tastes of richness;

tastes of something beyond

the delicate melodies that call me onward . . .

keep me moving.

(and sometimes it's a kick in the pants that does it)

The sweetness is always there

My roots remind me

Deep inside I always know

There is beauty and goodness

and a healthier self

just a little further down the road.

Of course, not all liminal times are dark

I've just been traveling through some dark ones recently

Sometimes, I've felt a bit disconnected; 

my bits not quite fitting together as they used to.

I've described elsewhere times of feeling fluid or vaporous.

All very interesting.

Actually, if you will allow me to take greater liberties with this one word,

aren't we all a bit liminal all the time?

Aren't there always parts of us in some form of transition . . . a place in between . . . be it physical, emotional, mental . . . ?

All the universe is in continual movement, change and realignment.

Our awareness is what varies more than the reality of change. 

I envision these little cusps all around us 

Little golden bursts of newness and rebirth!

Unlimited varieties of transitional growth 

Mountains, plants, animals, us . . .

A quote I saw today:

"May your roots go down deep into the soil of God’s marvelous love."


p.s. I'm very surely not making light of people who suffer during times of darkness (my drama comment).  The pain and suffering are very real. It's just sometimes when I look back, I wonder how I could have gotten so bent out of shape.  oh, right, I'm human.)

(I really, really planned on making this a shorter post!  

Oh, well.  Greetings to those who made it to the end.)

Liminality

Liminal

Neither here nor there

On the cusp

Threshold

Beginning

Rite of passage

A deep process dissolving and remaking you into something new.

Life is a series of transformations

Our job is to allow the transformation to take place.

Be sculpted, renewed, changed

A process of constant renewal

You need to feel your own essence - 

who you are when you are not acknowledged and supported 

by someone else.

Liminal Lynelle

Spending much of my time in this in-between place

Disassembling, then regrouping

Liquifying, then solidifying

Purification

Simplification

Sifting

Putting the hard stuff in the waters of reflection

Seeing it for what it is

Choosing what stays

What goes

inspired by Thomas Moore, Dark Nights of the Soul

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