This morning I heard something on the news about raising the federal debt ceiling. Not being well-versed in political matters, I’m guessing that means our federal government has raised its credit limit so it can borrow more money. I’ve done this on my own credit card when I’ve needed…
I am nobody Although sometimes because of the things Eternity does through me, People think I am Somebody. Being Somebody is hard. All the ideas, concepts, and expectations pushed upon me from outside, and if I believe for even a second that I am Somebody, Those ideas, concepts, and…
Liberation is only the beginning Once you are free from suffering caused by attachment There are endless, beautiful planes of Awareness to explore. To get through the door, You must release all baggage. There is no room under the seat There are no overhead bins No cargo area. No…
Eternity speaks to us through the heart. Our challenge is to learn how to listen when the mind is chattering away. The ego knows habits and fears, and acts out of self-preservation. The heart knows only love. The heart seeks nothing because it is everything – it is Unity –…
The nature of the Earth is giving. We live on her and in her energy body, So it’s easy to tap into The abundance of the Earth. Gratitude opens our hearts to the spirit of giving. When we are thankful for the air we breathe, We recognize its abundance,…
I’m generally not a very politically minded person. I’m much more interested in meditation and spiritual practice. However, when our government goes completely haywire, then it’s time for people to step forward with ideas to make it better. At all levels of government, a way to keep it simple is…
Watching the world is like looking through a kaleidoscope: Beautiful, intricate patterns of Light with every turn of the wheel. … I surrender And realize I am those patterns, ever spinning.
A bird made of stardust stretches across the heavens, bridging the gap between all the worlds. Upon noticing the suffering radiating from a small blue planet called Earth, the bird gazed upon the world. The Rama shook and shimmering feathers fell to the surface. Feathers of a million different colors…
Gazing through your window, I watch you move Swift and precise as I walk alone On a dark street. I want to reach up To touch you, assure myself of solidity But we are worlds apart and where I live Nothing is solid and nothing is certain Except the…
for me, one death (even of a fish) always brings remembrances of other deaths. Last night as I contemplated death and loss, a haiku came to me: George, blue fish swimming Here once, now gone, love remains Joy having known you ~jenna