Morning Meds 12 7 22
I wanted to heal you, but you didn’t believe I would.
I wanted to ease your pain, but you said it was your own.
I wanted you to feel forgiveness, but you thought you deserved the guilt.
I tried to share my unconditional love, but you were taught that it was earned.
You suffer so needlessly when I am always available to help.
You are my everything, there is not a part of you that isn’t a part of me, but my hands are tied, I can only be expressed to you through the way that you believe.
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; 12 1 22
When life seems to stall when in pursuit of desired outcome, there are two questions one can ask.
The answers to one of the questions might get the ball rolling again faster than the other.
You can ask, “What has stopped me?”
This leads to a list of problematic circumstances and situations that are often beyond our control.
The second question you can ask is, “Why am I stopping?”
This puts the ball back in your hands because you have a say about you.
“I feel overwhelmed,” you have a say in that.
“I’m afraid it will not come to be,” you can adjust your beliefs.
We have access to abilities within ourselves that lay dormant unless they are touched by our inner knowledge that we are one with the Creator Of All.
There will always be circumstances and situations, and there will always be our inner ability to rise to the challenge.
Sometimes the answer is to ask the correct question.
Morning Meds 11 30 22
The horse pulls the wagons we ride in.
We direct the horse guiding it where we want to go.
We can expect to see the same scenery as long as we keep guiding the horse the same direction.
Our thoughts and beliefs seem to work in a similar fashion.
Our lives follow our beliefs.
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 19 22
Often our judgments passed against ourselves by ourselves are more severe than those by those around us.
Forgiving ourselves and the acceptance of our humaneness is paramount to the well-being of our emotional status.
We learned by repetition; we often have to walk through a forest of failed attempts to find the path to success.
No child has learned to walk without multiple falls.
Addicts don’t outgrow their addiction without multiple tries, we gain by increments of improvements.
Our greatest deterrent is seeing disappointments as an end instead of as a valuable steppingstone in the right direction.
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 11 22
Parting the vail between now and then
Peering through tattered curtains of memories persevered
Opacity turning translucent by mindful inquiry
Brief moments recorded like dreams
Lifetimes lived in another disguise
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