Morning Meds; 11 27 18
The droplets of sunlight, piled up on the stoop, I pushed open the door and waded waist deep through the drifted warmth.
The rain shone like diamonds on the forest floor, the plants scampered gathered the wealth.
The beating quasar in my chest shined it’s light into the surrounding darkness.
I nestled my head into the softness of the stone pillow and rested in its strength.
One of the joys of consciousness and free will, is to see things differently than how we were taught to see them.
Use your imagination to.
Turn tumors into snowflakes and watch them melt away.
See viruses as fairies and tell them to bug off.
See doorways in obstacles,
tunnels through mountains,
create boats to cross rivers,
fly instead of walk,
send love to what we were taught to fear or hate.
Healing, spiritual growth, transformations in relationships, might be as easy as paintings a new picture and stepping into its reality.
Have a creative day.
Meditative Imagery 