Morning Med; 1 1 23
Help me choose to walk through the corridor between form and its reflection,
to the point of inflection,
to the now before inception,
to the fluctuating caldron of energy from which all things spring.
Let me learn to choose wisely,
to choose kindness over strife,
to choose love despite fear,
to choose the light above the shadows.
Morning Meds; 1 17 23
I asked for light to flow into my core all night before I went to sleep, this is what I dreamt.
Dream.
I was part of a role-playing group who were performing magic tricks.
Everyone was worried about how well they could perform.
I was thinking that if you are just yourself you will do alright.
When I first entered the hall where they were performing, I passed a booth where a marine biologist was sorting different species of marine life from one tank to another.
He was moving them one at a time from one long shallow rectangular glass tank into another showing me all the diversity there was.
End of dream
The message seems pretty clear, being yourself is always the best choice.
Just like the endless varieties of human beings, there are also many different parts of us within us.
What we have been taught to search for will stand front and center.
Many of us were not taught to search for our beauty, we were taught to hide the parts that made someone else feel uncomfortable.
As we begin to search within, looking for our beauty, we will find that being ourselves doesn’t have to feel like an act of rebellion, it can be a celebration of individuality and diversity instead.
Morning Meds 1 7 23
The sun appears to rise every morning to warm the earth.
It has continuously shone all through the night.
The light in our soul continuously shines
even when we don’t feel its warmth.
We are one with the light.
Morning Meds; 12 6 22
Persistent traffic creates a rut of packed soil.
Persistent thoughts create a durable belief.
Our beliefs are how we choose to navigate our lives.
The statement, “I feel like I am in a rut,” may be a more accurate assessment of our thought patterns than we realize.
It is difficult to start a seed in packed earth.
Even if you fill the rut with fresh soil the hardpack beneath it will not allow the root to reach a depth that will allow survival in stressful times; often the hardpack needs to be broken up or removed.
We always have the choice of venturing onto a new path, one of our own design or even temporarily retracing the steps that others have provided.
Once you begin a new path no matter by whom it was created, it becomes your own, for it is our steps that clear the way.
It sometimes takes a while to see the path clearly and stressful times can detour your progress, but every time we challenge a belief that is no longer useful to us, we pick away at the hardpack and clear the way to a new path for ourselves.
Our ruts were created by choices, our way out of them is created in the same way.
Morning Meds 12 5 22
The miracle of life dances in our being, we take it for granted.
Our spiritual life is granted for we are eternal.
Our physical life is our desired gift.
“Oh, to be human,” whispered the whisperer.
“That’s the cat’s meow, not the pleasures of success, accomplishments and accumulated wealth.
It is the thrill of living.
To touch matter with your hand.
To feel the burn of cold and the swelter of heat.
To see the contrast of light and dark.
To watch matter, transform to meet your individual survival.
Birds flying, fish swimming, the interchange of oxygen and the interaction of the elements.
The assent of mountains to create valleys to hold the seas.
To watch energy, move in slow motion in a tangible way.
To watch life spark, grow and bloom.
To watch it clothe itself by transforming elements into living tissue.
To watch the precision of nature in its intelligence to propagate and thrive.
This is the thrill of incarnation.
This is what keeps you coming back.”
Morning Meds; 12 3 22
We often sacrifice our joy of living when we lament our present experience while wishing it to be another.
Choosing to enjoy our present moments despite our preferences allows the joy of the present to become pleasant memories.
Morning Meds; 11 28 22
The more we believe that the Universe conspires to help us the more it will.
The Universe drops synchronistic events in our path to encourage us to trust.
Morning Meds; 11 20 22
Chapters in a story proceed another for a reason, each chapter prepares the reader for the next.
Often in life we wish we had arrived at our desired destination, but each chapter is a part of our journey.
It is the details that make a story interesting, without a variety of experiences we would not be the individual we are.
Morning Meds 11 10 22
We are more than we realize
Stronger than we seem
We are resilient as stone
Our eternal roots are as invasive as a weed
We have all eternity to draw upon if ever we doubt our strength
We have existed forever in some form or another
Consciousness shimmering, creating ripples within the endless sea of time
Eternities future is as endless as its past
It is impossible to know the location of when or where we are
The only when or where that we can be certain of is our present moment
For in this moment, we somehow exist
This point of moment is of the most importance
For it is the only moment can we drop a pebble of choice and create a new ripple within our endless sea of time
Morning Meds; 11 8 22
“Not much you can do about it.” Is a common refrain, it seems to be an echo of disappointment, physically this is often true.
But you can always imagine better things or imagine disappointments to be the start of something new.
A landslide reveals a hidden treasure site, or the loss of a job makes way for a better one.
Imagine a family members life improving,
Imagine a friend receiving a healing even if it is a gradual improvement,
Imagine a conflict with another softening or dissolving.
We create our reality and all of it begins with a thought, so do the things you can do, imagine better things and create anew.
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