June 29, 2014
“Rest easy and go with the faith you lived with”
― Walter Mosley

I care about the world I live in, but I readily admit my confusion and so I have narrowed down my vision. If I open a door and find an ugliness of despair that pulls me down with the heaviness of fear, I am most likely to slam it shut quickly and put a chair beneath the handle. Sometimes I tell myself I will return another day when I am stronger and better rested.
Perhaps I fear being pulled so far into that world that the door will close and I will forever be lost, I don’t tell myself I cannot change what I see, just that it doesn’t feel right now.
It is not in my nature to just accept what I cannot change, for acceptance seems to imply approval and there is much of this world I do not approve of. I refuse to surrender or acquiesce to people or situations simply because I cannot find the strength or courage to confront them, so I close the door and walk on.
I walk on with the faith of Love, for I truly believe that there is no definition of words for the meaning of Love. I don’t think it is suppose to be boxed in by words or trapped like a butterfly in a net, for I believe it is omnificent and has the unlimited power of creation. I feel it on a breeze. I smell it all around me, in the woods, the flowers, the salty sea air, the freshly turned soil, the newly cut grass, and I wrap myself with Love and often the tears fall unabated with no remorse or apology.
My faith in Love has endured since the beginning of time and I have seen it, and felt it, and smelled it and never tried to define it, only to live it. Even in the frailness of my humanity when I have thought it lost, Love has gently nudged me and niggled at me till I turned my face toward the light and smiled in recognition.

“It’s not what you have on the outside that glitters in light, it’s what you have on the inside that shines in the dark.” 
― Anthony Liccione

June 23….Violets Sparkling

This violet got me to thinking about the word sparkle, and whether a sparkle had to be seen with the eyes or might it also be felt?

If gem crystals sparkle, and sunbeams, and sequins, and babies eyes, and the ocean, and stars, then why might my heart not sparkle?

I am fairly certain my heart sparkled today. It is the only word that truly fits what I felt. And no, it wasn’t a burrito I ate or the fact my heart is 65years old. In fact I giggled thinking it sparkled like an alka seltzer. Remember “plop plop fizz fizz oh what a relief it is”? It was that kind of sparkle, the letting go kind, and started somewhere deep inside and bubbled up with that giggle. It was like my heart broke free from bonds that held it and released the Love within.

May all your hearts sparkle today and radiate out into the Universe in a never ending ripple.

I am a silly old romantic.

I am a Dreamer.

I am a Believer.

Love, Light and Laughter