Morning Meds; 12 8 22
Traditionally we see our Gods through words visualized, an outline of form we color with our thoughts.
These outlines were passed down from elders to youth and from receiver to written page and many truths were and are preserved through this tradition.
The youth adapt the pictures to the procession of change and pass them down again.
The forms of God that were too ridged to conform to change fade away, lost to the transition.
These written words are an attempt to stall change and preserve a moment so others can gain, but the Creator Of All, the All There IS is too grand to be fully contained in ancient scripts or carved stones.
The All There IS is a living presence always coming to us, adapting to our needs and is never a distant stranger waiting for our approach, for we are one.
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.