It is open....walk on through

Always in motion is the future.

YODA, Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back

 

We all eventually reach that moment

when

today meets tomorrow

the past holds us back

but the future beckons us onward.

 

We stand at the entrance to a whole new world

the gate is open

possibility beckons

and

yet

we stand there

gazing with eyes shaded by the lenses of the past

processing analytical intellectual thoughts

academic mind games

all

the while

our heart beats

and

yearns to overcome the fear

that holds us back

it beats with the thrill of possibility

hopeful that tomorrow

will

be the day

when my feet move forward

into all that is possible.

 

I stand in silence

and

 muster up the courage to move forward

through the gate of time into tomorrow

where

dreams

can

and

will come true

and

we

can

be birthed into the actualization of all that

we

can

be.

 

Come on!!!!

The Universe Beckons

the Gate to tomorrow is Open

and

it is

up to us

to enter

a whole new world.

I'm walking through....

don't just stand there....

 

come on---let's see what tomorrow holds.

 

On this Monday Evening

when

my feed burner continues to be down...

and I don't know how to fix it.

i stand at the gate of possibility

and

say

goodnight.

See you tomorrow.

 

Hugs and Blessings

 

A Bit of Love Dew....

Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash awayMy sanity
'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean

I'm shedding
Shedding every color
Trying to find a pigment of truth
Beneath my skin

'Cause different
Doesn't feel so different
And going out is better
Than always staying in
Feel the wind"Come Clean (let The Rain Fall Down)"

Confusion rushes over me.

My Spirit is parched,

longing, searching, hoping

and

needing a

bit of

something 

perhaps a small electric charge to rejuvenate me,

or

a cool drop of water to sooth my heart wounds.

I walk along,

passing the streams of my past,

none of it looks clean anymore,

nothing seems to appeal to my hearts longing

and yet

I find

that I keep looking for you...even

when there a moments of my day,

when

all I want to do is run away and pretend I never knew you.

I scream those silent screams in my head

and I wonder if you can really hear me...

They say...you know who they are...

that YOU hear everything,

know everything.

Is that true?

I search for you all over again,

even after I tell you good-bye

I seek you

like a

child who has lost her favorite doll,

I look at the sky,

I touch the ground and dig all around in the middle of that

dusty earth

from which we were derived,

atoms of time already passed,

former cells of hope and life and love,

now just clay

waiting for reformation.

My soul feels as parched as the earth,

and

yet I walk,

walk,

and search

longing for you

just as that deer of the Psalmist longed for water.

I stop for just a moment

and calm the chatter in my head,

I center myself and go deep inside....

and

in the silence

I feel the wind blow against my steamy skin,

refreshment of sort,

and

as suddenly as I begin to believe that you are no longer there,

from out of nowhere

deep inside,

a

tiny midst begins to fall all around,

it hits my head

and

 slowly runs down

an

anointing of sort,

 but for what I ask?

I can almost smell the clean crisp smell of new life forming somewhere deep in the crevices of my heart...

These love drops they run over me,

cool me,

and

suddenly

I realize

there you are...once again

right here..

right inside,

all around

even in the air I breath.

Refreshment,

tiny bits of God's Love Dew

wash over

my parched Spirit

baptize my

wounded heart,

cleanse me of the hurt

and

I

stand

revived,

spirit renewed

and

together we walk forward

into

the Mystery of Life.

May The Spirit of the Universe

Refresh the Parched places of your Soul on

this steamy Monday

and

for just a moment,

a tiny fragment of time because that's really all we can take in....

let it run over you

and

give

your burning heart

drink.

Hugs

and

blessings

written the day after Pentecost 2011

hope the Spirit will help me soar to new heights