Balls of Possibility

Morning Meds; 12 27 22

Like a Christmas tree adorned with clear glass balls our future possibilities hang before us.

Every foreseeable and unforeseeable outcome suspended in time, waiting to form.

Each living possibility waiting to expand as it is directed.

Each event or thought birthed by us or those around us affect the contents of all the balls.

They continually adjust to the flurry of change.

Change is brought on by numerous events, but we tend to fixate on the most dramatic,

and fail to see the little changes that proceeded it.

Our future goals can seem to be unreachable.

It seems some dramatic huge event must happen to bring it to fruition.

Start making the little changes and all related possibilities in your possibility balls will change with it.

A steady process of changes in the right direction will allow the dramatic event to expand.

Thoughts are always the predecessor to change, a change in thought will affect more balls than by action alone.

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.

Old Bones

Morning Meds 9 29 22

Wearing the fetters of memories retained impedes progress.

Often the only thing left of an experience is it’s old bones carried along as a sack of burden.

If the only usefulness left is the wisdom the experience provided, preserve the wisdom in your heart and let the old bones go.

Questioning Curses

Morning Meds 9 18 22

I don’t believe in curses, but I do believe if someone does the curse can manifest. I believe thoughts sprinkled with faith will always produce form.

I do believe in contractual agreements prior to incarnations where as an essence of light or a soul we make choices as to what we wish to experience in the pursuit of self evolution and/or in the pursuit of anothers spiritual growth.

These acts of pre-birth choices are made in the spirit of unconditional love, although that aspect can be well hidden in a life experience. We may not realize that aspect until we meet again beyond the parameters of duality.

I wonder if situations blamed on curses are possibly just the unfolding of collaborative choices we previously made and that the discomforts of it are just the steping stones to growth?

Our proclivity to see ourselves as a victim often hides our inalienable gift of freewill and without recall of our choices, being a victim is a logical conclusion.

Thankfully, love dissolves fear and all of its many emotional forms.

If someone were to sent love to the suspected curse instead of strengthening it with fear, maybe it would open the doors to accelerated growth?

Beneath our surface

Morning Meds; 10 19 18

Faith is the relaxed confidence that below the surface, all is well.

Fire heats long before you see the water simmer.

The miracle of metamorphosis is covered by a cocoon.

New spourts take shape within the seed.

We continually grow, sometimes it takes time to surface.