Turned off the light switch and went to sleep… in the chance that just in this one case maybe… I would catch a glimpse of a dream… the darkness wrapped about me… the light the slimmest of hopes… I feel into the abyss… the void of my own making… leaping forth with all the faith I had… sleep captured me… as I struggled to remain aware… lost in my unconscious is the answer that I dare knot question…

Circles appear and as bubbles float off in all directions… the colors mingle… they spread out… taking on riders in the chaos of an imagination… a storm one can settle into… and find shelter from… protected… a way to walk through the entrance and out the exit… of being a participant… in mind… in body… in soul searching for the edges of the extreme reach… the circles appear to the delight… captured in the blue one I sleep deeply… swept off the face of conscious thought… a lingering on the shelf… deep in the unconscious wonder… safe and sound filled…

Within the reflective state of my affair… a plateau is reached… a silent precipice… a stretch of the imagination… inclined I am to stroll the many miles… of endless sands that time has placed on the shore of my dreams… some white of the purest light… others black with the forces that my beings mistrusts… all parts of the same branch that split… one side white the other dark… different ends to the same ride taken in turns… one goes right the other left… each makes their choice and goes forth to explore the possibilities… within as well as with out the affair with time goes on… reflective in its passage… the line of a life time stretched long and thin… one beginning to one end…

From each we pull a certain some thing… a sliver… a peace of the whole… the one that makes us perhaps more then we ever believed possible… the desire to be more… the need to be more… the passion to be more… that sliver of peace is all we get to grasp… and maybe all we ever get to have…

Pauses in between the words… the line written… unheard for a splitting of a second… a slight pause between the thought and the sound of the words as they unfold in the distance… the speed of sound traveling… a light wave of sound rolling toward the ears… the sound track off to one side or the other… left with pauses in between…

In the search the objective is not as important a lesson as what we find out about ourselves in the course of the journey… Mine have all resulted in a sort of Oz type of reflection after the search… I found what I already had in my own backyard…

Where is the some place when we need that some place… where is the place that when we enter wipes away all the thoughts we have… where is the some place we can go to in our time of wanting to just be… nature’s way is to move away when it is time… to separate from the many… to find a comfortable place to just be… to settle in and wait for the hand that greets us all… that takes us all… a singular stroll for each… where is this some place where we can prepare for the time when it is time to say what we must… what is already known… the tears are for those left to handle the remains of the day… the tears are for the music never played… the words never spoken… the occasions never shared… the tears are for those of us left to deal with the sending off… there is this some place where we can settle in to the knowledge that the day is sooner now with each passing day… most of us are unaware of the hand of fate as it washes over us… in this some place the hand is noticed… it is seen each and every day… part of life this is… part of the circle… opening up to form a line… a moment of beginning… a moment of ending… and all the steps in between… in this some place we shed the burden and take on the wings… the shades of light we aspire to be… all questions answered… all wonder put to rest… where is this some place that we go to rest…

Once a certain stage is reached… the pages turn slower… each day becomes a perfect picture of activity… our tired limbs push forward regardless of the weight of the day… we know that the number is less to the one side then to the other… we know the pendulum has swung to the slide… the climb now over we are moving at an easier pace to the sounds of our own drummer’s beat… we begin to over stand the attitude of the experienced… walking… running…driving… encourage we are to step out of bed… to walk a mile… to sing in tune… once a certain stage is reached we know what is expected of us each and every day… and we choose to leave a drop of some thing… for the next one to figure out along the way… know longer is the race important… being in the race is set aside… being in the present take priority…

The fine line… the edge that once crossed places us to the other side… mystical by its very nature… the moderates inside wander the fine line… crossing over and back… searching out and finding the balance and virtues of each line of thought… we can have an opinion… an idea about how things should be accomplished… how both sides to a discussion can formulate a working model… this fine line of compromise… of give and take… while imperfect in its ability to achieve quick and direct movement… allows for input…allows for the representatives of each to have their say… their voices to be heard amidst the roar… the fine line exists in all aspects of our life times… in the spring time of our youth… in the balance of our adult years… we know when we cross over it… we know when we straddle one foot on either side of the equation… we know when we slide two far to one side or the other in our desire to see the world improve… to see justice… to see the best done… occasionally we put aside the posturing to due… and in the doing we find our way… as frustrating as it appears and is at times… the fine line welds a sharp edge to all those who fail to put aside their differences in the quest for finding a solution that moves forward… some day we will learn to do the best we can… knot just to do the best we can right now… until then we have to be satisfied with what people are willing to put forth… with all the fine lines coming together… life can at times become more complicated then in and out… the fine line grasped yields a step up… the ones missed pose a tougher negotiation… a change in rules… a flanking maneuver… the difference in the end is measured in decisions made and those knot… reaction to the pitches and curves tossed over the table… the ones caught… the ones dropped… the high priced idealist who sang the praises… it simply comes down to diverse ideas… exchanged over time… balanced along some very fine lines packaged in a document and delivered…

The branches divide… each a part of the whole… a tree of a family expanding to the horizon… each a part of two… with traits of similarity to the whole… each one carries the structure within of being part of the past… while at the same time they are individual entities that must add and take away from the whole of their being to be themselves… eventually to bear fruit… to bloom as the ones before… growth is a balance of learning to be who we are… in the world in witch we choose to live… accepting the decisions of creation from the whole of our being… we explore the pull of growing up… toward the sun… toward the branching out… all the while stepping away from the whole of the limb we were entrusted two… our little place in the tree expanding to hold us… to support the structure of our family… each a branch… divide in two… within us… as well as without… both us… both balance and compromise… both ends to beginnings… both keys… inspiring the awe that trips… to question… divide is… the branching out… of the balance within…

The twisting begins in earnest… spreads along the lines of communication… struggles with reality… drifts off into the night… mingles with the truth… impossible to separate… to know the difference…

In many ways I will be the one shied away from… in my line of thought… to seek is to gain more then one bargains for… accept the ways that move in time with yours… the sinchronicity… the sinergy… the collisions of thought… accept what inspires the creative impulses… the push of your imagination to create beyond what is possible… respect the muse that walks with hue… around hue… beside hue…

Pieces of the total are collected into other pieces… the entire body is just words… a sea of words… expressions… that have meaning to the author… it is the pieces that form a collection of ideas related to a singular thought that trip the imagination… that embody a concept… they are pieces of the total… pulled from the text… placed in sequence… to formulate for a moment an expression of the imagination… the total is all the words one could imagine saying… the pieces are those that best represent the idea collected under one particular heading or idea…

Love at times is not a productive emotion…

The relative emotions sway within us… we are captives of them… captured by the years of memories we sit in recollection of the previous version… the one that stood over us in protection and advice… the one that collected our tears and smoothed the way we walked upon… the relative closeness shared… we sit in this recollection as a mirror of our life time… a line that stretches from a time before our time to the now of where we are… a snap shot of an entire journey… knot complete… knot ready for the silent solitude of change… but moving slowly… enriched by the knowledge of having reached a realization of wealth… of true wealth… the relative emotions swell within… capturing our minds in the wave…

In the letting go we gain more… in the separation of hues we grow in ways we never sought… in accepting our way we gain the peace of one mind…

The impulse to be creative… the inspiration at times is external… a word or phrase… that twists… a sight that sparks… a sound that trips… an environment that allows us the space to relax and let go on the creative way…each twist inspires a response… a step in the right direction for us to learn… really learn the lessons placed before us…

One drop… a single molecule… a force of one…

The process moves you… from one place to another… the future beginning… now possible the scope of things… the river of dreams open… play fully are we aware of the solitude… of imagination… of sitting in the dream chair… or climbing the dream tree… or resting in the hammock of ones imagination… a swing two and from… of being one then two… then one… then connecting to another… the process moves you… in the search for the thing…what ever that thing is… we want to be shown… to know what it is…

Love is about letting go… about giving freedom to those we care about… we seek permanence in life that we can feel secure in… we falsely believe that by holding on we show our love… when restriction while secure at times are not loving… we seek the ever after… the one… the limit of our imagination… forgetting that as each day passes we can expand on that… letting go allows one to grow in love… to expand their world as you expand yours…

Life is a series of changes… of growing forward… of learning… life is a progression… one can look at it as a falling apart of each stage as we grow out of them… I prefer to see each day as a master peace… as perfect an expression of life as I can make it… we change… we grow in our abilities… our creative impulses change… we experiment with diversity… with our unique nature… if we wish to see that as events falling apart as we grow through them… that is one way…

‘Twas a dream… or so much of one it seemed… a passion played out as a theme… an illusion I struggled at times to know what it means… The color of life taken to the endless extreme… pushed to the edge with smiles and laughter… tossed into the ravine… echoes of strife the reality bites of ones mind… illusions the fantasy… a series of unfinished signs… a reason to simmer in the glow of the morning dew… to stir the paradise regained within the gift of hue…

Let the music keep our spirits high… let the building keep our children dry… let creation reveal its secrets bye and bye… when the lights that shines within us reaches the sky… a few lyrics from Jackson Browne… modified to send a difference… let the light shine within us… reach for the limitless sky… and maybe the deluge will be of wonder… of creative genius… of the perfection of the master peace of each hue… let the music… set our minds to dancing… and out hearts to singing… a soul searching… of the wondering path… that leads us to explorations of endless possibilities…

Growth requires transition… movement… a series of small steps… when we look back we see the divide… but each day we just stepped one step… one movement… one stroke of the brush against our tapestry… at any time we turn we see growth away… for it is written in the stone of our life… while the step toward is more mystifying… unclear until we step into the now and see it unfold… the foundation of today is upon the many yesterdays of our life… the growth we are experiencing today is a realization of the lessons we learned till now… and tomorrows will be the same only added two by what we in joy this day…

The world does not have to be in balance for you to be… energy patterns are fed or altered by each they touch… the edge of one is the beginning of the next… a crossing over from using one to the next as a point of reference… witch it is… the sun… the moon… the tides… the winds of change… some times we can lose sight of the objective in the one tree… the one sign… the one blade of grass… balance of one… is as contagious as a smile… as laughter… to remain within balance amidst the chaos… to see through the mist… the activity of so many… to find the center and to stay there… energy flowing… aware… balanced… at peace…

At some point we let go… in the distance we sense the strings that bound us release to the four winds… we are free… let go… unbound… The smile that fills me is effortless… sentimental… there was a time in this life when I could not consider this as possible… I felt that there would always be a forever and always… a shared pathway… one that we both took in stride… at some point my way separated from yours… separated to follow the need within me… to reach to the farthest edges of my imagination… within that I held the strings close to me… allowing the void to be filled… using the thread to weave the tapestry of my life… to high light each day… to in joy the pleasure of the company of thought… of music… of art… of words shared in the depths of ones soul…

I believe in the passage of hue… in the inspiration of thought… in the creation of magic between two artists… between two individuals… I believe in the magic of tomorrow…

The song is of change… of being the person I am destined to be… the song changes… it grows with me… each day a note added to the symphony of sounds that make up my life times… each another interlude of chaos that plays into the fullness of my life… This is a song… a solemn and full song of life… a parade of tunes arranged in a long line of favorites I wish to hear and roll inside of… the song is endless… some times wordless… some times sung at the top of my voice… some times washed over… in the chaos of the day…

The culmination of your days develops hue…cautious or other wise… it is the hue that is… in time we get to where we are going… having trod many a path… each step adding a bit of color… a bit of spice to the scent of us… the person we are at this now… is a slice of the entire picture that is developing… never is change about risk of moving forward as much as it is about the risk of standing still…

Ends… beginnings… entrances to alternative space… we feel what we can manage… what we can bring forth from within our mind… some days there is little left to feel… on others we are numbed by the feelings… the range is both wide and full… difficult to find solace in the chaos… find it we due at times… at others we are separated from ourselves… holding on two… as they race in opposite directions… pulling us with them… the end comes… our eyes heavy with the day close as sleep captures our mind and lulls us… on the morrow we whisper… and we are gone…

Synergy of space and time… a message sent found in the confines of where you are… the air is filled with ideas floating about… grasp one and open it… hold it to your ear and listen to the intrigue as it spins its web about hue… nothing more need be said… words spoken in silence are often the most profound expressions… a sigh says yes better then the word itself… If I only knew so much in times before… that is the full expression of life… a lesson learned is used to create more wonder… more interest… a lesson learned is used in the now to trip the imagination one click more… just to see where the path now leads… and if by chance the paths collide… one will hear the sigh… the laughter amidst the rain that falls…

To write upon ones being your name… it is done with a soft purpose… a way of remembering the hearts we have been touched by… our letters mixing with theirs for a time to trace a name across time… a shared memory placed in a category worthy of heart beats and delicious wonderings of the soul… we are stirred by such lessons… maybe in time I will learn to write… or sing… or in joy the lessons of life so perfectly that a word may be written across another’s memory… to be erased in time by the passing of another day… another time… another touch worthy of a memory…

The need to know at times is a personal journey… an exploration of meaning centered within… while it is important at times to engage ourselves in discussions it is just as enlightening to open our minds to the spirit… to the wisdom of what we sense within the page… for it is not by the hand that we feel… of the eyes that we see… in this respect… it is by quiet contemplation that we find our way amongst the many twists and turns… by respecting we are respected… by caring we are cared for… by serving we are served… by adding in silence to the multitude we are rewarded…

Love is required for growth… A love of self… a love of life and where you are going… Within the fertile minds of an imagination growth happens… it will be nurtured and cared for when there is love to surround it… growth is a process of learning… of being able to experiment with diversity… and alternatives… we build up on the foundation of today… and each day we add some thing to the mantel we stand on…

In silence some times there is inspiration to move… by the silent hand we are encouraged to follow our hearts… for we have finally silenced the voices within enough to hear clearly the voices of our own… the ones that balance us in harmony with the world in witch we live… when silence finally grasps us we are ready to listen… and ready for what ever…

When the picture is small we focus on the molecules involved… the many exchanges of movement… the constant chaos of life that resides in each… step back a small amount… enough to allow the picture to be larger in ones eyes… to see fate one must be looking at a much larger picture then blame… when we ask why… we do conjure up the blame picture with its minute details… only when we learn to ask other questions do we find other answers… how… where… when… with whom… what… will lead you to other sources of knowledge… a strong person accepts the responsibility for their actions… blame is some thing different… negative… responsibility says it is me… right and wrong… what worked and what strayed… what leads us to suggest a path is some times more then we realize… for the hand of fate is responsible for paths crossing… the hand of destiny is mixed within yours when it is time to decide… You can ignore them… or acknowledge them… matters not… does not change the reality of their present… without them there is no meeting… no crossing… no avenue people of diversity can walk that will lead them to one another… there is just two much space in between…

A Celtic ancestry brings to mind the swirling of the mists… it need knot matter why… how… when… where… with whom… the other messages filter in and out… a conduit of information… a reference for others… a gift that is a curse… to those who have it… until balanced… sight is a difficult gift… for we feel deeply the visions we have… Knew enough to know the Celtic ancestry was present… a little bit of it in my family… both father and mother… they never talked about it… made slight references… nothing more…the ease at witch I walk in places and connect told me some thing… the wall that appears when I get to a certain point tells me some thing else… mystical ideals… it is time to push the gift to the center… and open the present…

The message is never truly over stood… in perfect clarity of mine… you see… you hear… you feel the words touch and retouch… read… unwrap… stroke the mind… open the imagination wide and free to catch the glimpse of what is before you and still we often mist the forest of our ideas for one singular tree… anxious we are to know… so much that we sow our ideas in every direction… in time all about us is filled with fertile thoughts to cultivate and use within… we consider the differences… the connections that develop and we wish for more… the frustration of time… of being held in time… of space separating the limits of what we imagined possible… there seems to be a conflict within ones own self… a rendering of the fabric of hue… the tapestry woven over the decades of life is seen as one panel… one idea… one single drop of imagination… it is more then any single idea or series of ideas… it is the realization of all the ideas we have ever had… and we are reaching as we have never reached to grasp but a single seed…

In my awakened life… contrary to popular opinion… I have not left… for I am in all ways here where I have in all ways been… it is not I that wanders off… it is all those who find life more appealing… who find each day more free and open to the touch of their imagination… I become the catalyst for more… the spark of inspiration or the fire that ignites the kindling… the stirrer of the mixtures within the frame of hue…

I once described the sense in me as being a conduit… a means to connect… ones source of wonder with another… the other part is expressed as always two never one… meaning simply that… in regards to others I am close but distant… there in the shadows… the edge of reality… a glimpse caught here or there… I can never be the person others wish me to be… I can only be what I am destined to be…

The hue expresses the entity as one vision… a series of colors or one shining delight… touch that and all that you ask is answered… touch that and the inspiration of words pales… touch that in another and you are filled with the present… a shared vision of hue with the realm of another’s imagination…

Life appeared to me as a series of doors down a hallway… some we have the keys for… some open when we approach and some we have not gained the combinations two… in the end there will be doors that never struck our interest… were hidden from our eyes and some we knocked upon or pounded on and never opened… who we are… what we have obtained in our life times is directly associated with the doors we did experience with our eyes, hearts and souls wide open…

The metaphor is similar in context… in that of a ride… a thrilling yet at times scary ride… in the realm in witch I walk or in witch I am called to walk… it is at times necessary to collide… to come together to push apart… to push in a direction of need… The hand of fate castes me into places and almost to a person the ones I meet collide and then we get carried off in diverse directions… each to pass on what they have learned… when the time comes we move along the path of our way… and soon we have only memories… whispers… so yes the thing I fear the most cycles around in my life… often it is a sign that I have done some thing perfect…

The meaning of the communication is the response you get… action… reaction… it is how we communicate… one to the other… how else are we to learn…?

A balance is struck… if one pauses to wonder what is correct in the realm of another they miss the opportunity to explore what is correct for them… decisions need to be made in the delight of what we now know… in the wonder of the moment… on how the outcome we desire will influence our today and the tomorrow we are longing to reach… if we pause in our process to consider how another would wish us to decide we are trapped in a limbo… we must rely on ourselves… on what we have learned in our life times of living… in that light we are capable of making the right choices for ourselves and all those involved… in the sight of the hind if we are Miss Taken then we apologize and move on… learning from the experience… what is right for you… is just that… but knot necessary what is right for any one else…

The art of the compromise… of using the best of both… to accomplish the necessary tasks at hand… a lot of things are easiest when we learn to compliment the true gifts of another with the gifts of ourselves…

In the end… an amusing set of words… in the end… a chance to let the mind wander off to logical or illogical conclusions… to places never imagined or to ones wanted butt never dreamed possible to have… in the end the story is told and the dream realized… in the end… they got each what they deserved… each satisfied to a degree… some more then others… in the end…

One only has to ask… ask and you shall receive…I have a different belief… and one that perhaps limits me to some degree… since I limit what I do to everyone… except in the rarest of occasions… I made a promise to never ask… it is my limitation I over stand that… and I am satisfied with the limitation… preferring to wait for the opportunities as they present themselves… There are a number of places knot open to my wanderings… I used to be hurt by the closed doors… but when they happen now I over stand it is me… being me… and some times the imperfections of me just fail to meet the others expectations… that used to scar me… I am younger now… more relaxed in my way… while I wish other wise I allow the choice to be made… I have to accept another’s opinion of me as they see me and want to relate to me… the way I choose is to continue… There is nothing unique to me that can not be found in a million other places… I made a promise to me… to be open to everyone… as much as I could… in the light of what I now know of me… I can over stand the reluctance of some to remain behind the closed doors… the string of closings runs back in time to the farthest corners of my awareness… and will continue I suspect until I learn my lesson… what ever that lesson is… The limitation of my belief is that everyone is welcome… and in so doing I simply will not wander into places where I am not… or where I have to ask… I over stand this is a limitation that I have… but it is one I am comfortable having…

In time we get used to certain doors being remaining closed when we knock… eventually we stop knocking…

If you approach a door and it remains closed… it is a sign to find another door…

Not all matters are of our taking into hands… fate has a hand in ours… as does destiny… both for us and for those we share the time with… not all is as we wish it to be… patient or in patient… busy or lazy the time is what we have… what we choose to do with it defines us… and the hands of fate and destiny we respond two… or three times in our life we get an opportunity… to grasp matters within our own… the rest are combinations of collisions and movements of ours combined with the collision and movements of others… we learn to embrace the chaos…

Many discussions begin within the realm of oneself… eventually they do find the delight of the day…

The other side is the one just across the way from where you are… a disassociated trip that becomes to slip outside yourself to slip into another with an alternative point of view… an exercise in control of the changing views one allows…

Hard ways… in life only one thing should be hard and only when appropriate…

Gifts some times feel more like burdens until… we accept them… and use them in ways to help others… the fear or the shame some times prevents us…the fear of being who we are… different… or as being seen as odd… when we are young is crippling…

The journey is everything…

I worry more when people agree with me and my perception of God in all things… Some how as I grow it seems more real then when the thought first was realized… My perception is built upon a life of experience… of connecting… the beauty is that it allows for everyone to find their own niche within… Surprised I am by the many “religious” people who argue in this regard… while spiritual people embrace the concept…

The will to be free… to have choice… is it better to force a being to do some thing or to encourage them to do it because it is what is right..? Often we rebel when we are told to do some thing… as opposed to being encouraged… easier it is to follow a leader who leads by example… then one who leads by words alone… We are offered choices… a great many avenues of belief and asked to find one that works within the frame work of your life… then we are asked to live that… belief… we have the will to be free and faith is built upon believing in what we are all about… faith is leaping off the edge knowing we will find a safe landing place… People often confuse the hand of providence with some mystical intercession… when the hand is with us each day… encouraging us to be true to our beliefs… to be true to the person and soul we are…

One does have to believe in some thing… in a some thing beyond this some place… one has to sense that there is more… just beyond the stretch of their imagination… the changes we are capable of obtaining increase exponentially as each day passes… one does have to believe they are worth of being… that they have worth… value… beyond the strict structure of payment done for work… one has to believe there is a higher level of some thing… and with that belief comes a realization that life is more…

Love is blind… in the sense that the emotions allows us to knot see the imperfections as they are… but as pieces that fit within ours… love allows us to step beyond the physical hue… be that by rose colored glasses or by filtering for what we expect… love is blind in many senses of blindness…

Religion and facts are at odds a great deal of the time… In religion we are asked to accept a lot on faith… to believe in spite of logic… there is a mixing of fact within any religious writing… this gives perspective to the reader… the spiritual guidelines would not have strength if left to the realm of the divine… it is not possible for us to equal a divine… so the lessons are written in a way we can interpret and over stand… Religious text mix the real life with the spiritual… spoken in story form they leave a lesson that the interpreter translated from the oral histories to the written text… The basic message is truthful and wondrous… factual… well we can debate that one for a long time and never come to a conclusion…

The force to witch we react to a person’s writing often time inspires them to communicate else where… The meaning of the communication is the response you get… if you are getting silence that just means they have nothing to say in response… they have been rendered speechless… or they choose to voice their opinions in other ways… people seek open dialogue… most just wish to be heard and accepted for who they are… as we grow we like preaching less and in joy dialogue more… we seek out the ones who peak our interest in many varied subjects… if everything centers around one subject… we tend to lose that grasp… for most their spiritual nature is very personal and private… and whoa to any one who treads on the sacred ground… At some point we all have had the joy of a knock on the door at 8:00 in the morning on a Saturday by some one wanting to know if we have accepted Jesus as our personal savior… to a person like me… I find that intrusive…

We do tend to force our beliefs on others… well maybe knot force… but we do share our beliefs with all those around us… because our beliefs are who we are… they just naturally come out of the closet with those we are close with…

People are ambiguous about religion… about discussions of facts and faith… they truly wish to believe… yet once they reach a place where they have to step out on their own to learn… they resist… and they are stuck in that limbo of knot liking the way others tell them… but knot wanting to go figure it out for themselves… so they sit there dissatisfied… the purpose of being spiritual is to bring one closer to the other elements of existence… they are guidelines for keeping perspective… for living and respecting life… religions while at the core provide this also have the burden of organizations… strict rules… and methods… spiritual development should be embraced not forced into a mold…

When all is said and done… Godde wants us to care for one another and the world we share… I am knot so sure there is a care about what religion we are born into…

A step is taken to put into perspective the past with the now we are living… what ever help one gets in doing sow will lead to a better over standing of the lessons learned…

Keep what is in sight close to you and you will get there…

Magic surrounds us… exists in all we do and see… and when we look for the way we find it… believing allows us to see… all life is circular… days… weeks… months… seasons… years… and within each a gem to be polished…

Problems are opportunities to test our abilities…

Spirituality to me is a very personal and private relationship that I have… it grows because I feed it in balance to the other aspects of my life… I respect the elements of me… of what I am capable of doing at any one time…

A number of people have made the same reflection in relation to seeing God in the struggle of life… Maybe they do… I have not the experience in that regard… I believe God exists in all life… there fore I see the hand of the creator in each and every day… the day is not a struggle… to me the day is a tapestry to be created from the beauty of our imagination and actions…

As you already are aware I have a different view of spirituality… that it requires only a belief and time to reflect… I have arrived at this being witness to many who follow the path of reading and praying… and never reaching the calm… the true meaning behind the words… the true respect for each other and for all life… It works for you… and I am happy to know your definition… I have heard it described in a number of ways… each person has a slight variation on what it means to them… a personal reflection they use to connect… as long as it works for you… that is what is important…

I was asked once in a theology class a very challenging question… that has influenced my way of thinking for some time… the question was simply… what if we are wrong? It is a challenging question because it creates an opportunity for discussion… witch was the point the instructor wished to get across… what if we are wrong… or a part of what we believe is wrong…? Challenges us to think of the places that could possibly be… and in so doing… begins a search within us to find the answer… to question and seek answers is a humbling experience… we have to admit we are unaware and open our hearts… minds and soul to others and reflect on what we find out… at some point we will decide how this information fits into our lives in a meaning full way… We are challenged as people of faith to knot only believe… butt also to believe in the God within us… in our own abilities to change and bring the message that is central to everyone as we live our lives… as examples… In my experience… truly gifted… spiritual people are not sequestered in a building… they are out in the world making a difference… experiencing the every day and rejoicing in the wonder… ask the challenging questions and follow the path they lead you on…