If they love you, they love every memory of you, Each wrinkle, a chapter to feel. If they love you they love you in present and past, They will kiss all the hurt till it heals.
If they love you, each scar becomes who you are; A page in your story of life. For love doesn’t see; it feels deep within; Love doesn’t cut like a knife.
Love doesn’t see imperfections, It only feels where love can grow. Love doesn’t go for the taking; Love is the give and the show.
Each weight we hold onto in whispers Can lift like a feather in flight, If we trust in all our imperfect And balance each dark with the light.
Be love, no secret disguises; Embrace every reason you lack; For love can never find you If you’re hiding behind your own back.
Love doesn’t see you as flawless; It sees you imperfectly planned. Love will love you completely When you reach out and hold your own hand.
So love you, love every memory of you, Each wrinkle, each chapter; just feel. Love all you are in present and past, For your love is your love to heal.
You are the reason why God is called the omnipresent. Think about that.
As you improve yourself and become the best version of yourself, remember some people will continue to look down on you because they refuse to look up to you.
A seed grows with no sound but a tree falls with huge noise. Destruction has noise, but creation is quiet. This is the power of silence… Grow silently.
(Hahaha …. Silence is a perspective.)
Say a prayer of gratitude, not only did you persevere, your light and power expanded. See the blessing, release the pain.
Fear doesn’t rule here. “Be Bold”, spirit says. Show your Love for the Highest and Brightest God who gave you Life despite challenges meant to end it. LIVE LOVE LAUGH … Anyway …
When God has kept you alive, despite the odds, one really has no choice but to move forward courageously, despite the risk … Blind faith looks like insanity when you keep going regardless of threat. How can one stop, shrink, play small, when God has shown how great He is?
When I think of “being a light” in the world, I envision my front porch light. I see the moths, the flies, and whatever else coming to the light, bouncing off the bulb, burning themselves, probably secretly cussing the heat of the light for burning it every time it bounces upon it. I think of the spiders casting their webs there, catching some of these tasty morsels. The webs and the dead bodies pile up and every so often, I have to sweep the environment of this carnage.
I think of my body, the bright light people claim to see and be drawn to. I think of the bitterness some spew, the deadly, energetic intention sent my way. Those who wish to devour me, hating me because they keep hurting themselves bumping into me, yet they can’t seem to help it, or stop. They demand I dim my light, or that I stop shining altogether.
Occasionally, I have to sweep my environment … on the regular, actually.
It is said, the higher you rise, the greater and scarier the boogeyman gets. It is true. Life is a spiral, ever rising higher and circling wider as the flow goes. There are those who wish for the rise to be a fall, where the circles made are small, limited.
These ones are very skilled and quite determined to retain their authority. They are no newby when it comes to silencing a challenger, or anyone who dare be a bird, rather than a worm.
Expansion is scary. The soul-eater is frightful … it is so much worse than anyone can imagine. Yet how can I shrink, when He who has gifted me life, to be here now, is offering opportunity I cannot fathom the greatness of, yet know exists?
Reminder to the Energies Standing Tall now, in me, and elsewhere :: Drink your water. Sing the song. Dance the dance. Cry the tears. Tell the Most High, as you know it to be, your fears. Let Him carry the burden and provide a solution. It is seen and known. The answers, aren’t always …
Alignment. The shattering of the heart. The expansion necessary, gained, when put back together. Like the Japanese cups that break, repaired with gold, You become more beautiful every time you drop, And gain substance in the structure, as gold mends the connections.
Courage does not come easy. It must be fortified in the mind, Layered in the heart, filling the Soul. That loving cup isn’t going to fill itself, And those intent on your suffering won’t let another fill it for you, For too long anyhow, before dropping you again.
When young, I dreamed of Love, having a Family, Joyous times together.
It never came …
The dream turned into one longing of Protection, from those harvesters who continually pulled on my energy, r.a.p.ing my mind.
I finally received protection. I am grateful.
I let go of the first dream a long, long time ago, even before menopause.
I wasn’t permitted a family.
Invisible peepers, voyeurs, watching from afar, “loving” the energy, pushing in, taking it, using it to harm those I love … pretending they are powerful, Dreaming of “possessing” this sleepers gifts, commanding them and their output.
No. I’m not interested in the peeper finally showing up in a flesh suit,
After all the studying of me, my energy, and its capacity.
I have discovered I don’t much care for those watchers …
Window shopping in an energetic “candy” store.
The thought of entangling the flesh suit with a voyeur vampiric entity is SO disturbing, SO distasteful …
There is no need to “feed” this dream that never came, that never will … not in this realm.
It’s sad to me, the opinion and guidance I once needed from the masculine was never offered … only disdain, a sneering certainty I was in lack, somehow insufficient as partner or presence in their life, unworthy of effort.
Self-sufficiency born out of this lack programmed the mind and spirit to stop seeking comfort where stability, support, or care could not be found.
This is what is sad … the Love many of us sought could not be found.
We had to turn inward to find it.
Perhaps it is those of us who did, which have escaped the illusion that Love is outside, and must be found there, who are free of its longing and binding, the forever searching ended as soon as we found what is inside Self, that Holy Garden.
I’m left to wonder, where does that leave the connection, that never seemed to exist?
I was thinking of “please and thank you” last night. More about “please”. It reminds me of the word “pleas”, like a court petition to receive something that is in lack. (My mother really drummed these 2 words into me as a child).
I wondered if we have been trained to beg, to see ourselves in lack, to see someone outside self as a “solution” for our “problem” … or if it is actually, having “manners”, or being “courteous”.
The english language can be confusing. Perhaps it is this that has added a sense of confusion to interactions with those who don’t ever say thank you, or please. Perhaps they inwardly can’t bring themselves to acknowledge lack? Or gift appreciation to those who offer what they believe they lack? Maybe there is a hidden hatred, for even needing to ask, or be in a position, needing to receive … pushed onto those who have gifted what is “needed”.
The mind is such a fascinating organ.
Please and Thank You have always been a very important, humble, reciprocal gift for someone showing a kindness, in my mind.
Unfortunately, the world is in a state where gifts, are a form of contract, or an accrued “debt” that must be repaid.
Rarely are gifts of the heart made without intention of receiving anything in return these days.
It’s almost as if current society has turned gratitude into a requirement for interacting, and you know how rebels will rebel over requirements…
Letting go of programming is such a challenge.
However it goes, I am grateful, and quite thankful, for everything, especially sweet, unexpected gifts of the Soul.
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