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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Tuesday, April 19, 2011


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¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆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.

1 comment:

  1. May that Divine love pulsating within fill you with love and joy and all good things!


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