Tag: gratitude
I Waver Not
I can only be with gratitude. It is the way of my freedom. It is the path leading always to the doors open before me. I walk. I go there in the direction of life’s pointing that I arrive at the manifestation of intentions planted before time touched time. The soil ripe still. It has not changed inside the wait. It has only grown to … Continue reading I Waver Not
I am In Awe of You
I go there down paths before unpaved. I walk lightly that the feet of me not touch bottoms-deep. You keep me there held always in the light of your voice. I listen closely that my hearing leads me there always inside the light of the way to you. Where go I down the path leading me to the very sight of my being? What of … Continue reading I am In Awe of You
Magic is Happening
I have been faithful, standing upward along this journey in faith, even when the teetering threatened to take me. The way has been filled with deep uncertainty, and moments more precarious than ever before known. It has been a walk along a road of loss, the kind that comes with losing things through letting go. I have learned to lean on the shoulder of life. … Continue reading Magic is Happening
We Bow in Gratitude
We give thanks for that which is given inside the tangible seeing of the holding of our sight. Both the known and the unknown gifts from a source vaster than the stretch of the imagination reaching for answers in order to know. Oh, but the glory remains hidden behind trees that thought cannot see its way, only the way of the soul searching for the … Continue reading We Bow in Gratitude
The Way of Life’s Bounty
There in the infinite space of your breath do I lay my head, face eastward toward the sun. I am guided always by the light. It is the way. It is the star of my following when night falls and the quiet feels haunting. How serene your voice. How mysterious the way of alignment that I can only pause the thinking of my thoughts to … Continue reading The Way of Life’s Bounty
I go there, wherever there is to go
An Ode to San Miguel de Allende, a small colonial mountain town in Mexico that was my home for ten months. I am reminded that all things arise, and all things fall away; all things come, and all things go. I stand now at the exit, a door that was just before an entrance into a world foreign. No longer separated by language. I have … Continue reading I go there, wherever there is to go
