Morning Meds; 9 2 19
I suffer from impatience, anxious to fully imbrace all that seems new.
I was reminded that every step I’ve taken was necessary to get me to this spot.
The new it seems is really old and most of what I get is just a review.
It’s catching up on memories necessarily hidden, seemingly forgotten.
Rusty doors and forgotten trunks, contacts signed with blood.
Conditions set in lives before to lead us home again.
Like breadcrumbs scattered along a trail that were spread at other times.
We can gather them like memory pills to remind us who we are.
The conditions we feel may not be from now, it may be a gift given to ourselves.
It’s here to draw us deep within to remind us of a promise.
Promises made to effect you now at this new and present time.
Honoring promises made to ourselves long ago may release us to move beyond a precieved blockage or health condition.
Nullifying contracts are possible once we see why they were made.
We have agreed to what we have.
We can change the agreement.
We are only limited by the boundaries we set on our imagination.
Our imagination is the key to all there is.