Morning Meds; 9 27 21
We don’t have to preserve
Yesterday’s experiences,
Our recollections,
Our collections of now.
They are not us.
An experience never is.
We are greater than them.
We can scrape the collapsed form from our wheel,
Toss the unsolved poem away,
Clean our palette,
Toss the cracked carving into the woodstove,
We can start a new story.
Every moment is new.
Only we can fill it with old.
Yesterday’s disappointments
need not sour our now.
We always have that choice.
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Author: Kevin Burleson
My wife Cheryl and I live in St. Joseph, Missouri. She is retired and watches three of our 12 grandchildren and 1 greatgrandchild. I work as a maintenance man at Highland Community College in Highland, Kansas.
I have a BA in Art with an emphasis in ceramics.
I am a second degree Reiki practitioner and BQH (Beyond Quantum Healing) practitioner.
I started writing spiritual related posts in 2018 and started sharing them on a few different Facebook sites.
This site is to consolidate and re-share them.
It is also to share short stories based on images seen while in meditation.
My hopes are that it will inspire others to use the powerful tool of visualisation to enhance their spiritual journey.
Thank you.
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