a path of voices retrieve the warm clues scattered your time approaches
I have never stayed with one theme on my blog for very long. This is my third consecutive week to post a “Week in Review: B&W”. Progress? Calm in my chaos? If nothing else, a personal record! 🙂
A week in review. A visit to Tower Hills Botanical Garden in West Boylston MA is always a treat. Especially when a greenhouse orchid show helps me resist a chilly Sunday afternoon.
The stack of books pictured are half of what I will be reading during Expressive Arts training. Natalie Rogers, daughter of Carl Rogers, is a big proponent of various art modalities as healer. I plan to spend my remaining time helping others find their voice in paint, dance, words and song.
It feels good to have a purpose. I find we all need to heal generational trauma. Whether abused or the abusers, we must stand still and look towards the sun. A new day dawns. Hope rises.
And ten years blogging? Wow! And it has been 12 years since my brother left earth. This blogging journey will go on until I too am released from gravity. 🕊
Looking ahead. I feel myself changing. It has certainly been a while since I have revamped my image. “Borderline Crossing” will reemerge as something new in the future. Even I will be surprised as to what becomes of this journey.
There are pieces
from dust we come
a bowl of fruit
of mind decay
while heart songs remain
to be sung everyday.
My desire is every person comprehend and realize we are ever evolving in our understanding of self. From the beginning, our quest is a time of search. The crux is we often get trapped in sick thoughts and dwell on personal failures and shortcomings. We feel ill-equipped to deal with those who harm us and then desire everything that is wrong in order to numb our pain. But time waits for no one. While moons rise and suns set, you can either wither or heal. I challenge you to discover the warmth of forgiveness. Live for that day.
I believe in agape love and ultimate truth. What remains relative is desire. Desire does not search for or find truth, but rather forcibly bends light, to pompously plop itself down on a pedestal, and demand its way. This is neither love nor wisdom.
So embrace forgiveness, the ultimate act of love. Forgiveness requires our heart to be true and freer than any other act. So let the new dawn’s clouds be lifted. Go run in the sun, metaphorically, and literally, when possible. Let the fresh air fill your life with found possibilities.