Indelible Memory

A blaze of glory.
That’s the only adequate description of the sunrise this morning.
It was just after 6 am. The sun was peeking beneath the low lying cloud level, creating brilliant arrays of red, orange, and yellow that reflected off the billowy softness of the densely clouded sky.
And, as always, the piercing brilliance of the beauty of the moment quickly passes as the sun continued its relentless ascent into the morning sky, leaving but the indelible memory etched forever in the warmth of my soul.

Goslings

The innocence of Nature once again is seen in furry little tufted balls with beaks, young goslings precariously perched upon stilted legs.
Their amber down glistens in the soft rays of the morning sun rising. Father and Mother Goose keep a watchful eye on the little goslings as they amble about foraging for their breakfast near the bank of a babbling brook.

Present Occupation

I have been working at my present occupation for nearly thirty five years. During that time my work schedule has been all over the proverbial 24/7 map. I am currently working from about 4 am until 3 pm, five days a week.
Out of the more than nine hundred co-workers in my company, I am currently number two in seniority.
Truth is, when I first hired on in my present position, I told my co-workers that I would only be here until I found a “real job”. Thirty five years later I am still actually looking.
This job is not what I had envisioned I would be doing for my entire working life. It is not the occupation I would have consciously selected in the beginning.
It has had a few upsides. I have a couple of friends whom I met along the way. I have had opportunity to write (as I am now doing on my breaks) and publish a number of things, including a fantasy fiction novel. I have not been “chained” to a desk inside an artificially lit room.
A couple of friends, years ago, chose to attend Law School. One became pigeon-holed in a particular expertise of law that was needed in his father’s law firm. The other became exceedingly proficient at his field of legal defense, winning nearly all cases that crossed his desk. But he is not happy. He hates the confrontational nature of aggressive legal defense, and were it not for the “paycheck” and associated benefits of being a lawyer, including the lifestyle of the successful, he would leave it all and engage himself in some field of humanitarian work in society.
They both “chose” their occupations.
In reality, I “chose” mine, as well… because I have not “chosen” to choose otherwise during all these years. Like it or not… I have exactly what I have chosen.
And so do you.
If you don’t like it… then choose to choose again.
It can be done… and it’s really just that simple.

The Essence of Being

I sense within me exactly what my challenges are. They just appear to elude my pen in being able to put them on paper into a tangible, confront able form. I get awfully close from time to time… but never quite right on the mark.
There are just certain feelings… sensations… internal truths… that are never quite definable in the three dimensional world. The existence of the fourth dimension in reference to emotions and desires is never quite quantifiable to the human mind. It exists mainly in the deepest and most precious regions of the love of the heart.
To know it… one must feel it. To understand it… one must receive it and treasure it in ones immortal soul.
It is a physical, ethereal evidence of the existence of Love, itself.
It is the essence of “Being”, manifested in the eternal “Now”.

Political Change

I attended our local political caucus meeting last Tuesday night. In the past, our little precinct has gathered 6 or 7 individuals to the meeting. That night there were 21 in attendance. It was a similar phenomenon at all of the precinct caucus meetings in our district.
I believe “the government”, as now constituted, has finally managed to awaken the “sleeping giant” – We The People – at its most potent level: “the grass roots”.
Change is definitely in the air and is about to become a reality.
I believe incumbents of both parties should be concerned.
It’s time to return to our Constitutional values and remove the mire of socially toxic waste created by the perennial professional politicians who have intentionally endangered our futures.

Soulmates and Heartmates

A soulmate is a friend with whom you find a natural affinity of togetherness. You act on similar impulses. You finish one another’s sentences. You are comfortable together with engaging conversation or communing silence. You are friends always… regardless if you see each other daily or only once in a great while. You always reconnect as if there had been no significant distance of time or space between you.
A heartmate is a soulmate with a deeper commitment of love. It is a friendship wherein you feel the very heart strings of your soul are tenderly knit together into one tapestry of honor and companionship. It is a friendship of vulnerable honesty and innocent intimacy. It is a friendship that transcends the limits of mortality. Your hearts beat as one, consciously aware of the Moment and living the intent of Namaste’.

Heartbeat

Everyone is so different.
It is nearly an expression of vanity to actually believe one could offer advice and consultation on life’s challenges that could be of value to everyone who should happen to read it.
There are too many personalities. Too many needs. Too many individuals.
But perhaps we may be able to touch a few. If only even a few could be lifted and spared some of life’s challenges and disappointments… wouldn’t it be worth the effort?
We may not save them all. But perhaps we can save a few.
Close your eyes. Listen to the beating of your own heart. Concentrate and listen as it becomes more clear and consistent. Do you hear the quiet echoes all around you? It isn’t the echo of your own heart. It is the rhythmic symphony of the varying and consistent beating of the hearts of your family… your friends… your neighbors… and the world. Listen to the crescendos and decrescendos of intensity that are tied to both happiness and sorrow. Listen to the heartbeats of mankind, now intermingled with all of Nature and Mother Earth. It is not deafening… it is the symphony of Life, powered by Love and syncopated with pain and disappointment.
Listen to the music of all creation and know you are a part… a player… a meaningful contributor. Open up your heart.
You are needed.
You are loved.
You are… unique.