Connections

In the spirit of past lives ....

Connections. Awareness. Love. Light. Right now.

How often do we become so entrenched with daily life that we forget to stop and watch a sunset?
Or watch a bird soar effortlessly above the trees?

How often do we avert our gaze from another in order to miss an opportunity to talk?

I read a quote once that said "Strangers are just friends waiting to happen".

If that's the case, how many friends have I lost to my own focus?

We only have THIS life - one time.

How we operate and function in this life, will dictate our lives to come.

Regardless of your religion or what your concept of "heaven" or the "afterlife" is, it cannot be disputed that if you give good things, good things will follow you. Now and later.

We need to engage in the world around us and take it in. Breathe deep and emerge from our hibernation. Absorb the magic that exists every second of every day.

If you stop and listen to a bird flying above you, the world and everything around you will stop-
except for the bird.
His fluttering wings will be the only sound you hear, the beautiful whisper of movement.

If you stand on she shore and wait for the tide to come in, the silence will overwhelm you. Then slowly the crescendo of the waves lapping at your feet will build...into an orchestra of sound.

If you meet the gaze of a stranger moving past you on the street, time will stand still and you can almost hear their thoughts connecting at light speed with your own.....interrupting and claiming your frequency.

If you sit really still and wait...you can even hear the pop of the sunset as it falls behind the horizon...just begging you to crawl inside.

If you open your eyes you'll see it...and you'll never be the same.

The connections will follow you and beg you to make them whole. You won't be able to deny
the power in the sensations.

Give light, give love and embrace the spirit of an open heart...
it will follow you in this life and guide you straight on into the next.

January Sunshine In The Afternoon

The sun dips behind the mountains for one last time before disappearing from the horizon completely...
leaving a faint but fiery shadow in the sky, marking it's dynamic exit.

Is this how we go? Does our spirit fire dance one last dance on earth before slipping through the dimensions of space and time? Do we get to say goodbye? And if so, can anyone hear us?

What of past lives? Do I believe it?

I have to.

I have to know that my spirit remembers things my earthly brain cannot.

Connections with people, places and time- transcend all of the elements of this dimension.

It feels (at times) as if almost elevated to a different plane of existence. Once dialed in, I can feel the vibrations of light and sound...

everything becomes something.

In the darkest of night I can feel the world around me...I breathe it in...and I want it all.

I want to feel the passion of life in my belly- strong and on fire...
like a sunrise I want to crawl into.

The magic of chaos...the spell of that natural wonder....
the sensuality of the space around us....it will bring us home again and again...and again.

to dance our quiet shadow dances...
feel wet grass beneath bare feet...
bask in the glow of liquid sunshine...
and make love to our good friend the moon.