With each year I become more grounded, As my soul becomes more free, I’ve grown roots that keep me stable, I’m finally enjoying being me.
Life is now rich with simplicity, I avoid the drama that some may bring, I’m happy in my own company, My heart has learned how to sing.
In each new silver hair I rejoice, Aging is a blessing, some never know, My journey has brought me so far, And hopefully, still, some way to go.
I cherish each precious moment, The laughter shared, the silent peace, In every chapter, I now stand stoic, With wisdom my worries cease.
So here’s to the years that shape and mold, With knowledge gained and stories to tell, I embrace the path that I have walked, In this seasoned body, I’m happy to dwell ..
What people don’t realize is that some people are single in this generation because they are healed, which makes them incompatible with trauma bonds.
Unfortunately, trauma bonds are the template of our culture at this time.
Those who choose peace over trauma will have difficulty in relationships because most people that we meet are emotionally damaged in some way.
Healed people seek healthy bonds. These bonds hold space for authenticity and correction. It’s kind of like an oxymoron.
About 90% of the relationships/marriages that we see are actually trauma bonds. Those involved “need” the other person to make them feel whole because they’re both broken mentally, emotionally and/or spiritually.
“To love is to give the light from your own soul. Love is an inward beauty which flows from the heart. Let love rule your heart and life.”
“Ministers of God are by your side, no single detail, not a thought or an action, escapes them. But they judge not; they only love, with deep compassion and wide understanding. Remember, so that you look upon all people with the same gentle loving kindness.”
“Every soul has to withstand great pressure and be well tested. Suppose you are called to an important piece of work which is going to involve many souls; and suppose you had not been tested and proved? It is possible that you would break down under the stress of the work. Follow the path of light with all its testings and disappointments.”
~ White Eagle
There is a very important reason you don’t replace an accomplished person with an untested one. The untested won’t be able to bear the weight of responsibility, however, they have drivers (also unqualified, or they would already be in position) who will assist them in fouling up every sacred thing, while pretending to be accomplished.
They took offense To the symbols my spirit impressed upon itself During its battle. They didn’t feel Our journey worthy. The Most High Corrected them.
The journey Requires no defense No explanation
It is personal This walk with God
Others may scoff Ridicule Deny the right of
But did they pray Before they condemned?
Were they of Unity Consciousness Or were they laying out rules Deeming another insufficient Or faulty, or unworthy of?
What are you supporting With your vital force?
What are you earning Taking Interrupting?
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I am almost home now, And you, you are always waiting beyond that horizon I must make for myself again and again. My old body and my young body, in one body, greeting and meeting, half aware and half unaware of going or returning. The door opening to a new light, an astonishment of welcomes, a surprise party. The true dream beneath the first dream. ~~From the book “Everything is Waiting for You, by David Whyte
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I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which came to me as a seed goes to the next as a blossom and that which came to me as a blossom, goes on as fruit. ~ Dawna Markova
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All limitless beings, without exception. Human life is like a stream swiftly flowing down a steep mountain. This body is subject to destruction. You will attain bountiful happiness. There is no permanent circumstance. We fear not, but remain undaunted. Bless us that we may be mindful of impermanence. ~~Natural Liberation, Translated by Alan Wallace
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wildflower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.
William Blake
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The further you enter into truth, the deeper it is.
Pride – “My Name is Pride” poem by Beth Moore
My name is Pride. I am a cheater. I cheat you of your God-given destiny… because you demand your own way. I cheat you of contentment… because you “deserve better than this.” I cheat you of knowledge… because you already know it all. I cheat you of healing… because you are too full of you to forgive. I cheat you of holiness… because you refuse to admit when you are wrong. I cheat you of vision… because you’d rather look in the mirror than out a window. I cheat you of genuine friendship… because nobody’s going to know the real you. I cheat you of love… because real romance demands sacrifice. I cheat you of greatness in heaven… because you refuse to wash another’s feet on earth. I cheat you of God’s glory… because I convinced you to seek your own. My name is Pride. I am a cheater. You like me because you think I’m always looking out for you. Untrue. I’m looking to make a fool of you. God has so much for you, I admit, but don’t worry… If you stick with me you’ll never know.
She was born behind the piano of a saloon that never slept, where laughter was loud and mercy was rare. Daisy Hart learned early that the world had sharp edges for girls like her. Her mother drank to forget, her father’s name was a rumor, and the men who tossed coins her way thought her future was already sold. But Daisy didn’t wait for fate—she carved her own. By sixteen, she could ride, shoot, and stare down any man who thought her weak.
When her mother died, Daisy buried her out back with nothing but a prayer and a promise—that she’d never end up beneath anyone’s boot. Months later, she walked into the county courthouse in her best dress, chin high, and asked for a badge. The sheriff laughed, but the town needed order more than pride. By summer’s end, Daisy Hart wore a star on her chest and a Colt on her hip, and every drunk who once mocked her learned what respect sounded like when it cocked back steel.
For years she rode the dusty trails alone, chasing thieves and keeping peace in a place that never expected it from her kind. When she finally hung up her badge, the saloon still stood, older but quieter. Folks say that if you listen close on a hot Texas night, you can still hear her mother’s ghost smiling—because Daisy didn’t just survive that world. She tamed it.
Lily Mae was born in the backroom of a saloon, her first lullaby the sound of poker chips and pistol clicks.
Her mother did what she could to keep her safe, but the world behind those swinging doors had sharp edges. By twelve, Lily knew how to patch a knife wound and read by lamplight, hiding borrowed books under whiskey crates so no one would laugh at a saloon girl’s daughter trying to learn her letters.
When her mother died, folks said it was only a matter of time before Lily took her place upstairs. Instead, she walked out of the saloon with a medical bag and never looked back. She apprenticed under the old town doctor, traded sleep for study, and stitched cowhands, drifters, and lawmen until her name carried more weight than her past ever could. By eighteen, she was Dodge City’s only nurse — steady, calm, and unflinching even when bullets tore through the doors at midnight.
Men who once sneered at her mother now waited in line for Lily’s care, hats in hand and shame in their eyes. She never said a cruel word, just worked until her hands shook and the lantern burned low. Some called her an angel, others a miracle. But Lily Mae never believed either. She was just a girl who refused to let dust, or men, decide who she’d become.
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