Showing posts with label free spirit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label free spirit. Show all posts

Thursday, January 7, 2016

When Your Heart Calls


There is a voice within which sometimes gets our attention and reminds us of how good and beautiful we are.  It calls us from a time long ago when we first arrived through time and space. Those first moments were filled with pure joy and pure adventure.  Whenever you meet someone today with a pure, brave, daring and trusting heart; let them remind you of yourself during those first years of your life.  They invoke the purity of your own heart and invite you to be playful again. 

It is the truth that we are all pure in heart… always.  It is only what we accumulate and learn from the world around us that blocks our heart.  All negativity is learned and therefore can be unlearned.  All depression is the result of the illusion that we have lost something, when in truth, we cannot lose what is of true value to us; the eternal qualities of our own spirit, our own self.  In a quiet moment, listen for your heart’s call.  It will tell you everything is fine; there is no need to struggle and that you are beautiful just as you are … and you will be again. 

Monday, January 4, 2016

The Alien Thing Surrounding My Spirit

I don’t belong in my body anymore.  It is an alien thing that carries the core of me around.  It does not fit; it is uncomfortable and is almost manikin-like in its oddness.  My body and movement is no longer a reflection of who I am inside.  There are two punishments in life that are incredibly cruel.  One is to isolate a person from love and society and the other is to live with an incurable, rare and debilitating disease.  I have experienced both. My body that is the vessel that holds my soul is crumbling and dying infinitely slowly.  My spirit can still soar like an eagle through the sky, with a gentle breeze pushing it along so that my soul flies unimpeded and on gentle wings.  Is this my punishment for mistakes in my past?  Does this physical suffering have a purpose other than to make me more aware of the suffering of others?  It takes enormous effort not to allow my body to impede my spirit.  Sometimes I just get lost.  Sometimes I feel like I am trying to empty the ocean with a bucket and all attempts to heal this body are in vain.  I am not my body.  I am spirit but I am also imprisoned in this human shell.

Will my body and my spirit be forever separated here on earth?  Will I not be able to physically do the things I long to do?  May the Maker of us all give me the strength to endure.    I am now a living, breathing, and mirror image of a TellyTubby grandmother.