gifts from the mystic

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Be not the slave of your own past.

Plunge into the sublime seas,

dive deep and swim far,

so you shall come back with self-respect,

with new power, with an advanced experience

that shall explain and overlook the old.

…….Ralph Waldo Emerson

inner listening principled by trust in the sensual world may be the balm that can smooth our way out of the dark…..forget our worries….listen to the trees, wrap into the night, wish for your favorite clouds….then seize the magic…..

She had to breathe in peace, for in peace she found the quiet solitude her heart had been aching for. In the moments between raindrops she let her focus dwell and the sound of silence comforted her more than an avalanche of superficial banter.

Declare a rapture of your senses and sip raindrops from your eyelashes. Walk your fingertips along each vertebrae. Watch each hair follicle dance in the quiver of your aliveness.

Quiet times are essential. It is necessary to step out of the drama of meaningless dribble and part the rain from the drops and melt into the puddles. Solitude is like water. Drink it, create it with no regret.

I dip gratefully into the sunshine and sip dew from the grass. I befriend nature and listen to the messages. I fly to the tops of branches and feel the hum of a hummer fluttering in my heart. In the speed of light, I see the patches of shade and dance lightly. I catch a wisp of a spider’s web and dangle between the echo and the silence. It is here I find a moment to fill my heart with joy……..Carolyn Riker

no regrets

There are only two ways to live your life.

One is as though nothing is a miracle.

The other is as though everything is a miracle

.……Albert Einstein

2 thoughts on “gifts from the mystic

  1. I read something yesterday that I was reminded of in reading this post…… (hoping not to butcher)… We eventually get to an age where we realize the people we never gave a chance to hurt us. When we were younger, we might have thought that good luck. But now, it seems a tragedy. The quiet is a place not only of opening, but one of acceptance and forgiveness. I am convinced it is a well that sits within our soul. ~ Ever, Bobbie

    • I, indeed, feel the wisdom in this teaching…..I wrap myself up in all of the adventures I have known….and try to resist the hardening I see so much of around me……thank you for the gentle heart tugs Bobbie….

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