Life is Too Short

Life is too short to worry what the neighbors are doing. I still do not understand why some people worry about the weather, worry about what is happening overseas, or what the neighbors are up to. Especially when there own house is in disarray.

Too much time worrying about everything else only keeps us from getting our own stuff in order. Am I in order? There are those who ask this everyday and strive to better themselves from previous days, while others are still stuck on something that is out of their own control. Shaking my head here.

I often ask “So what are going to do about it?” They reply “Nothing, it is out of my control.” Exactly! So why worry?! Instead…why not just send love to this area of concern and move on?! I know my house is always due for a sprucing up…so I return back to my own house and tidy it up.

Stepping into the Canvas letting go that which is out of my control. Worrying less, focusing more on my own house…making sure it is in order. As for today, I will send love to those who need it and stick to the grass-roots of my own homestead…with hopes that it catches on elsewhere…

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Arms of Our Beloved

In the arms of our beloved, we are home.~Ani Po

Where to take refuge, find comfort in our days? Where to bask in the love awaiting my soul? It is there next to the sycamore with buttonwood so inviting. It is there under the umbrella of mother whispers call my name.

Fading into the past, remaining centered on the warmth of your caress…I move forward with a glimpse of what may be. It is here my beloved…that I answer the calls. It is here my hopes are restored. Giving up daily only to start anew…my hopes are restored.

What now? Where does thou have me go? I am ready…take me to this place of infinite possibilities with room for just one more. I no longer travel alone but with those who seek to know your name. Guide me, teach me…take my hand to this secret place…so that I may take those who need.

Stepping into the Canvas in the Arms of our Beloved no longer afraid. Though death may be of tomorrow or not for a thousand years, I live for this day as it were the last of its kind. This day and this day only…I might have…vowing, promising to shed yet another tear. From bleeding heart to the arms of our beloved…I am Home…Ani Po

Arms of our beloved

Love and Gratitude

From the very first post to daily messages of thanks received, I am forever grateful for those who have come and those who are on their way. I am grateful to those who pass this along to a friend or any person who needs a different outlook. It was and always will be my hopes that these words upon the Canvas lift someone in need, someone challenged by the monotony of the days and just seeking inner balance.

Whether a daily reader or one who has reached out a hand in need, I send my love and gratitude. Thank you from the bottom of my heart as we learn and grow together. We are here together to share, experience and allow one another to have our own experiences within this Canvas of Life.

Though we may tire and grow weak, we lift each other up in our most difficult of times. Though a floating fish head may blur our perspective, we see divinity in the story of Victor Frankl and those of similar accounts. It is in our perception that taints or beautifies our vision for the future, our outlook on present day or joyous and painful memories of the past. It is our perception that quantifies our reality from this day forward.

Let us go together…to this place of joy. Let us go now…where others are afraid to travel. Let us go now…fearlessly through our own valley of death…only to be reborn.

I will go with you…Ani Po

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Sitting Quietly

Sit quietly allow the world to spin. At light-speed it travels but we remain in sacred space. No matter what the world presents we see peace, love and joy. No matter the naysayers we continue down the path before us.

Not ever really knowing where the path leads but a general idea as to what awaits. Is it a fairytale to imagine there is happiness awaiting our arrival? Is it blind to think we see a brighter outcome to the bleak? Some may say so…but where do they stand?

Not judging them or picking a battle, just inviting all to take a stand for sacred space. We know what we want and reach for that which is most desired. While our circumstances may prove challenging, how we respond to them lay the difference of finding this joy. In seeing circumstances as they are, contemplating all possible outcomes, we align with what proves most beneficial.

Stepping into the Canvas quietly and assuredly to a place most desired. It is peace within that paints our outer realms. It is joy of self that changes the world around us. It is Love in our hearts that removes all fears of standing firmly in our sacred space.

quietly and assuredly