I imagine I have many entries about the sun in this blog to fill a book. That's how grateful I am to always return to that gold electric glow up in the sky and on the inside. That sun, it never stops shining, whether you can see it or not, its light ever-waiting for you to land on it with your eyes or with your heart.
What an undeniably wondrous existence this is.
I remembered something this morning. A trip to San Francisco that I made years ago, a trip the whole
I find it peculiar when I wake up to a familiar feeling, not knowing what put it there, what stirred it up into my awareness and yet still being able to connect and recall all the memories with it.
The hold of the folds that is this life, is the grand gesture that is God's own hand reaching to restart your heart. Hold on tight. There's no looking back, simply because there is no 'back there' anywhere in life. There's just right now, and whatever language of light plays out in your heart in this moment.
Our lives are woven with feelings and our days put together with geometry. We see what we think we see, but it is what we feel that tells us which world our soul currently inhabits. And when that world feels like light, and gratitude, and the magic of the unknown filling you with inexplicably good feeling anticipation, you must remind yourself to tip your hat to the sun up in the sky and deep inside.
When a book clearly articulates a map of "time" that makes the most sense, you have to go get yourself a copy of that book... “N...
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but someti...
May I be filled with loving kindness. May I be peaceful and at ease. May I be free from suffering. May I be happy. May I be safe. May...