What if you could begin your morning by doing cartwheels, kicking high on a swing, or riding your bike? Imagine the playfulness you might allow into your life. Through play we can begin again and start our day behind the eyes of youth.
How do you celebrate childhood play time?
Tuesday, 7 August 2012
Monday, 6 August 2012
Everything is better with a friend
A swing sings softer when a friend is near.
Water is wetter when splashing with a friend.
The sun beams brightly when friend's eyes gaze upon the sky.
A conversation holds more comfort when a friend is near.
Tears trickle into a river of smiles with a friend.
The wind dies a little with a friend's protection.
Even when alone, my best friend is always by my side.
Water is wetter when splashing with a friend.
The sun beams brightly when friend's eyes gaze upon the sky.
A conversation holds more comfort when a friend is near.
Tears trickle into a river of smiles with a friend.
The wind dies a little with a friend's protection.
Even when alone, my best friend is always by my side.
Sunday, 5 August 2012
Sacred space
Waves lick the softened shore and rock me gently with their music.
The bright star beams its light upon my face sending me rays of love and warmth for my soul.
A lonely bench sits empty except for the faint outline of a grandfather's spirit.
I am home. I am loved. I am safe.
I go here in my mind's eye when times feel troubled and the darkness creeps in.
Trees whistle a happy tune through the beautiful dance of photosynthesis. A memory of young children bouncing together, holding innocent hands, on an old inner tube plays softly in my mind.
I am home. I am loved. I am safe.
The bright star beams its light upon my face sending me rays of love and warmth for my soul.
A lonely bench sits empty except for the faint outline of a grandfather's spirit.
I am home. I am loved. I am safe.
I go here in my mind's eye when times feel troubled and the darkness creeps in.
Trees whistle a happy tune through the beautiful dance of photosynthesis. A memory of young children bouncing together, holding innocent hands, on an old inner tube plays softly in my mind.
I am home. I am loved. I am safe.
Friday, 3 August 2012
Shed your skin…again
Every day, every moment we are blessed with the opportunity to alter the future of our existence. We have many, many layers - some grow old and may be no longer useful faster than others. But we are always growing into something more beautiful, more magnificent. We are growing closer to our true selves.
Take some time today and recall the last moment, or the last episode where you felt a shift in the pattern of life. Twist your kaleidoscope and see what new image emerges from the self.
Take some time today and recall the last moment, or the last episode where you felt a shift in the pattern of life. Twist your kaleidoscope and see what new image emerges from the self.
One love
Black or white. WE are one love.
Rich or poor. WE are one love.
Sick or well. WE are one love.
God or no. WE are one love.
Today. WE are one love.
Namaste - The light in me sees the light in you.
Rich or poor. WE are one love.
Sick or well. WE are one love.
God or no. WE are one love.
Today. WE are one love.
Namaste - The light in me sees the light in you.
Thursday, 2 August 2012
Another quote from another
It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird. How could it learn to fly while remaining an egg? We are like eggs at present, and you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.
C.S. Lewis
C.S. Lewis
Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Quote from another...
"Everything in moderation. Including moderation." Julia Child. Thanks to my friend Keith for that one.
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