The late night list of gratitude

For the daughter I am graced with

For the beloved not with me who IS with me

For the abundant health I have

For the supportive dad Bronte has

For the skills I am using daily for my livelihood

For my steadfast heart

For my newest peer connections

For my faith

For my willingness to keep on trying loving

For my growing strength to do what is right

For my typing ability

For my alone time tonight

For my ability to be alone

For my appreciation of my alone time

For my creativity

For the muses in my life

For the friends of years and new each day

For the mother in my life

For the healthy relationship with Sydney

For the lights that are on and the heat that can be used

For the comfortable bed that awaits me

For the chance to begin again tomorrow with focus

For all that I am and have and can be...

haikus of the season part 1

acquaintances made
in candle lit living rooms
on holiday nights

tender beginnings
the scent of spiced candle wax
brings back memories

to meet and to greet
a bold new year with new friends
i need no other gifts

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80% of Full Moon

Oh Luna.

Daughter was convinced you were following us last night.
As we walked up the driveway she declared:
Momma, the moon is following us?
Do you think so dear one?
YES, she was sure.
Well, then the moon is following us.

I am forever happy to have the reflected light of the day follow me.

I am forever happy to reflect back respect and appreciation for how I love you.

The Scoop About Me

"I am a grounded gypsy. With boxes of past journals. Boxes...Write haiku mostly daily and think in haiku on command. Don't wear a watch. Love the ocean. Love that I was reunited with my birth mom. And choose peace as my preferred state of being. "

My wish for today is that your heart's desire finds you. 

To meet mid-way in effortless movement like that sweet intersection of the in breath and the out breath. 

And in that spacious gap, blissful recognition.

There is a poem brewing in me
As I consider slumber.

A poem waxing toward fullness
Of memories as sweet as the fruits of summer
Handpicked berries that never made it to the basket
That were thoroughly enjoyed in the moment
Indigo blue stained fingertips tell the tale

And with a breathless smile, I delay washing my hands
preferring to conjure again the memory
of the hours spent picking berries
Without a thought
of the passing time

Tanka

There is a hillside
Abundant with daffodils
Returning each spring

Recognized are you, season
Upon season, as love blooming

The Global Coherence Initiative

There can't be enough effort to build community, compassion, and coherence in the world and sometimes the point is to stop, do no thing and BE coherence first within that more will be called to feel compelled to do the same. Why? Because it was the only thing to do that moment. --Deborah


To join the collective team...


http://www.glcoherence.org/

to love and the beloved

i say to you love
begin again tomorrow
in the name of love

Lunar Eclipse & Full Moon

I can't find the moon
So low in the sky this night
Full though she is

I can't stop myself from smiling lightly while listening.

Haiku Trio

Sleepless night again

Tender thoughts my companion

I DO miss dreaming 

To wander my hallways

Of mind and heart without you

I DO miss listening

To the back door then 

To slip into the field where

Our dreams play together

Beautiful is this Insomnia

Love.

The nights I resist sleep do I come here to write to the Beloved.

Dear One. It is of course preferable that I lay back in the arms of love.

And with the company of a joy-filled song, do I celebrate my love

dancing in communion with the Spirit of you

for life
for song
for love
for you

Did you ever think you had it all figured out?

I have no desire to figure it all out and that makes all the difference.

Blessings for the simple celebration of connecting again and again.

Enneagram Prayer of Gratitude

I am grateful that I live in a perfect Universe and know my own perfection because my True Nature is the Universal Source itself.

I am grateful that the Universe is made of love and that I am filled with an endless supply of love that I both give and receive.

I am grateful that I live in a dynamic Universe and know that I can achieve everything that is my heart’s desire.

I am grateful that I am an individual with my own life experience and unique gifts, as well as being an expression of the Universal whole.

I am grateful that I receive the wisdom of the Universe, knowing that I am guided to my highest good in every moment.

I am grateful that I am supported by a benevolent Universe and know that I am always safe because True Nature is indestructible.

I am grateful that the Universe is abundant and that I am filled with joy and endless possibilities.

I am grateful that the Universe is all-powerful and eternal and that I am filled with strength and eternal life.

I am grateful that because I am all of these I am also filled with endless and abiding peace.

Amen.

Used With Permission.Copyright 2008 Paula Warner.

There is a place in you where there is perfect peace
There is a place in you where nothing is impossible
There is a place in you where the strength of God abides



Joyce Bennett, BMsc, MDiv
Life, Success and Spiritual Coach,
Specializing in Recovery Coaching
www.abcsofliving.com
www.centerforjoyfulliving.org

Letter to the Beloved

Dear One,

To feel so flooded with vios, that principle from which life manifests into expressions of vitality...

The birds feasting on worms with dew in the air and on the grass
The sun teasing us with its soft golden pink light cutting through the veil of fair indigo clouds

It happens in a flash that is timeless.

God is all around
Breathe in the essence
Swim in the manna
Drink till we are in ecstasy

The parting words always

All is Well
Life is Good
We are Truly Blessed

Dormant vitality in me awakens
Heartspace stretches into new territories
Sleeping pain and love expresses itself
Tears of joy and aching are one and the same

Recognition of the Sacred is a Precious Experience.

Love,
Your Beautiful Muse

When It Comes to Writing

In the process of clearing first, we get to the beauty and truth beyond the mental cobwebs.

in this world of extremes, we can only love too little.

-rich cannarella