Category: gratitude

Sun Rise

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.

Persistent Traffic

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.

The Cats Meow

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.”

Choosing to Enjoy

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.

Chapters

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.

Endless Sea of Time

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

Imagining Better Things

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.

Pearls of Purpose

Morning Meds; 11 6 22

Pearls of purpose are often born of sorrow, conflict or disappointment and

become the road map guiding people’s lives.

An oyster secretes layers of a material similar to its shell to protect itself when a foreign particle becomes lodged within.

These layers of secretions are produced to surround the irritation and this protective process is what grows a pearl.

In time the irritation becomes lost beneath the layers until only the beauty of the process remains.

We too can have irritants that can become lodged within, and we too form protective layers as we deal with them.

Our protective choices are always fear or love and what we choose to surround them with determines the structure of our pearl.

It is within our souls to wish to help others and if followed it can become our pearl of purpose.

If we strive to wrap our disappointments, conflicts, sorrows with love for ourselves and others we can shape our purpose towards helping others.

Without challenges, irritations, disappointments there would be no pearls of purpose, saintly lives, heroes or champions, for out of pain empathy is born.

If your purpose is to help others, strive to love the process and apply love to every situation.

Scarcely Noticed

Morning Meds; 10 31 22

Surrounded by invisible gases

Scarcely noticed unless unbalanced

Providing existence with our every breath.

Existing in a bubble in space

Scarcely noticed unless unbalanced

Providing existence for our every step.

We dwell in bubbles both seen and hidden

Scarcely noticed unless unbalanced

Protected by an infinite Consciousness.

We don’t doubt the existence of air

Nor the existence of our bubble in space

Yet sometimes we falter.

We fail to see the bubble of love

Scarcely noticed unless unbalanced

Provided by the Creator of All.