Can extract sunshine from a cloudy day!

Join the great company of those who make the barren places of life fruitful with kindness. Carry a vision of heaven in your hearts, and you shall make your name,your college, the world, correspond to that vision. Your success and happiness lie within you. External conditions are the accidents of life, its outer wrappings. The great, enduring realities are love and service. Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow. Resolve to keep happy, and your joy and you shall form an invincible host against difficulty. ~ Helen Keller
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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Walking the Path of Simple Abundance

Simple Abundance
"an inner journey
a spiritual practical course in creative living
a tapestry of contentment"

At the heart of Simple Abundance is an authentic awakening, one that resonates within your soul; you already possess all that you need to be genuinely happy. The way to reach that awareness is through an inner journey that brings about an emotional, psychological, and spiritual transformation. A deep inner shift in your reality occurs, aligning you with the creative energy of the Universe.

Such change is possible when you invite Spirit to open up the eyes of your awareness to the abundance that is already yours.

Listen to the whispers of your heart. Look within. Your silent companion has lit lanterns  of love to illuminate the path to Wholeness.

~ Sarah Ban Breathnach

In the clamor of things that yank for attention, it is good to be reminded of a certainty that more often escapes me. That I have in possession a chest full of treasures IF  I would only take conscious care each day to acknowledge and see. And so with the goal of  not missing out on what is essential, truly abidingly essential in life, I purpose to work through the "Simple Abundance" book and share, hereon, about my learnings. 

The Lady Prism

Tuesday, April 19, 2011


ჱܓ♥ ჱܓ
¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆I banish ¨¯`♥ღ♫♪ღall doubt 
and affirm my ability to create and manifest the best. 
ღPeace indwells my spirit, and BLISS is my life.
I am surrounded by a mist of love,
a love that is not withered by the day,ღ
ღ but is grown precious by each season...

I can tell you how I feel you little space of mine here so listen well. Sometimes fear grips me like the claws of a crazed out crab and I choke in my own imaginings. It doesn't help that this peripheral world is like an act out of a circus gone bad.

And sometimes no matter how I try to lift my head above the fumes my pores involuntarily suck in all the grime. Filth goes straight into my blood stream creating screaming cells of red anxiety. I look for a cave to crawl into, some insipid quiet safety where the unknown doth resides still, dark and dank but bearable. I sink flushed deep in palpitation some days. And I am all alone in this world despite all company.

Nay, those are just some days, little space.

For after I have whirled down spiral into the abyss of my own de-bliss, with hands outstretched  allowing  my my full weight in motionless surrender sink into the ocean bed of  dysfunction, I awake. 

To the invisible sounds of angel gurgling bubbles LIFE oxygenates my lifeless meanderings and I flail my arms to swoosh back up to shore. And I strive with one stroke and another and another, pushing my feet with one wild kick energy rocketing me toward that promising sunlight. And I reach it.

A breath once again and fresh sweet air on my face, pure and promising, the wind whispering to me secrets that it keeps. Of a love so divine inside me forever pulsating. Of strength renewed like never before. Of dreams that were a gift to me and mine alone. I am alive.

Death and life in a cycle of days. Miracles unnoticed. Resurrection is a promise - already fulfilled.

Friday, April 8, 2011

If You Forget me ~ Pablo Neruda

ჱܓ♥ ჱܓ
¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆ ¨¯`♥ღ♫♪ღ♥" I want you to know
one thing

You know how this is:.

If I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn
at my window,
if I touch near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals
were little boats
that sail
towards those aisles of yours
that wait for me.

Well, now
if little by little
you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
little by little

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad
the wind of banners that passes through my life,
and you decide to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots
that on that day
at that hour
I shall lift my arms
and my roots
shall set off
to seek another land

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seeks me
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without living mine.

~ Pablo Neruda