Morning Meds 2 4 23
A little speck of me, a spark of Consciousness.
A pinpoint of energy, a magnet of attraction.
A snowball rolling down a mountain gathering more of the same.
A concentrated mass of similar energy vibrating in harmony.
Small matters matter when they are no longer small.
The power of attraction always draws more.
What we start rolling can become hard to control.
We can’t go to war with ourselves, a divided house will fall.
Change the vibration of the spark that rolled, those things attracted will fall away.
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 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 17 22
Faith is as indiscriminate as water.
It will grow whatever it is poured upon.
If our lives seem to be sprouting weeds, we need to look at the packet of beliefs we are presently watering.
Faith is just another word for, I believe, and what we believe will always grow.
We are perpetually creative; this ability is as consistent as our breathing.
Morning Meds; 11 16 22
The power of the universe flows from within.
We sometimes cap it off with fear and doubt diverting its power towards apprehensions and worry, like a railroad switch diverting a train.
The energy and its abilities do not wane, it complies to where it is directed.
What it produces is not a judgment nor a reward of a watching Deity,
it is the result of which track we choice to direct its power.
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.