The angels want you to be supportive & non-judgmental of other people’s beliefs & values, but also to seek like-minded friends & acquaintances who support & lift you up without judgment. We all need a sacred space held just for us to explore who we are.
Our feet are sacred because they carry us around.
Our hands, because they allow us to touch others.
Our heads, because we can see, listen, think, pray, learn, and grow.
And our hearts, because they allow us to give and receive love.
All of us is sacred, like the light that shines within.
Your purpose is sacred; your path is divine. You are loved.
Telling your story is not the same as sharing your soul. People tell stories all day long without ever truly revealing anything about themselves. Give yourself the gift of a sacred and trusted circle where you can experience the healing power of revealing your true self.
sit quietly and allow yourself
to take up residence in your own skin
let the lighted sage clear away
all the congestion of a life
filled too full,
played down to the wire,
breathe in the sacred smoke
breathe out the swirling negativity
that fills each cell,
allow only peace and calm to remain,
allow the warm candlelight
to take you adrift
into the ocean of your being,
your spirit, your essence, the captain
on your journey into the higher voyage of the soul.
let go and float,
bodiless and mindless
floating on the waves of being
until you sense the connection,
to all that you are,
all that you were,
all that you ever will be.
float in the ocean of your being
Ebbing and flowing,
cleansing and nourishing,
the tiniest fish that swim
in your veins, to the largest whales
of your soul, rely on the life-giving
water from within, nourished by the sun through day,
directed by the tides at night, touched by
the hand of God and bestowed the power
to create and sustain life, to raise up
great storms and inspire the heart of man,
to love with great fury and tear down walls
built long ago by another people’s war
The water that makes you
is ordained with holy wings,
harness the power of the great ocean inside,
use it not for devastation of the unruly and
sinful parts, but as a sacred trough from which
all may drink and find the blessings of life
I once wrote what was on my heart
Without thought to form or line
Words flowed freely,
Pouring from me as if a long-ago built
Dam had broken, allowing the pent-up
Stagnant muck behind it to find freedom
Spilling over and rushing downstream
With a fierceness that warned observers
To step back lest they be caught in the torrent.
Behind the sludge, once loosened,
Free-flowed a clear stream of seemingly
Endless inspiration tapped directly from the Source.
Yet how quickly a newly-remembered spring
Is once again muddied by silt and debris.
To remain pure requires constant movement
Removal of garbage, purifying of the sacred water
That longs to move and change
Shape the forming, growing soul
Carve the being into that which
It was born to be.