Sunday, February 27, 2011

Rest


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


You are safely held


http://www.fractal-recursions.com

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

Saturday, February 26, 2011

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.

fractal from http://www.enchgallery.com

Friday, February 25, 2011

Fractal FYI


If you click on a fractal, you can usually expand it to fill your screen, which makes it cooler, still.
Try it on the "No Fear" post.  I especially like that one.
BTW, I don't see how the picture above could be a fractal, 
but it's listed as such.





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.


fractal from http://www.enchgallery.com

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Sands of Time


I swim through the sands of time
Hot sand sparkles in the sun
Streams between my fingers
Scatters hard against my face

I swim through the sands of time
Hot sand burns at the touch
My 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 time
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


fractals from http://www.enchgallery.com

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

fractal from http://www.enchgallery.com

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)




fractal from http://www.fractal-recursions.com

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Glass


I want to be a person of glass
Transparent
Readable






From Dark Nights of the Soul by Thomas Moore
(how's that for a short post?!)

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

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
fractal found at http://www.eugenef.com