Our willingness to begin anew starts by ending the chapter before.~Ani Po
From page to page, day to day…we are glued to the pages before us. Trapped in the pages, whether favored or not, joyful or heart-wrenching…we cannot see what lay ahead until we turn the page.
It is often easier to turn the pages when in pure enjoyment, as we scan the words upon the pages. Not-so-easy when pages bring sadness or more challenges in our being.
Just as in our favorite reading material shows when words do not align with our thoughts of the day…we simply put the book down…tabling our attention from disheartening portions of the day. When we are ready to begin again, we pick up where we left off or we skip the chapter in it’s entirety. It is our book…we can do whatever we want…
We never really know the extent of family…until we are ‘with’ our family.~Ani Po
Not until we speak our truth do we know who they truly are. Freely speaking with loving heart, unattached to whether it is or not received. Speaking and taking note as if it is or it is not.
With a feeling or a sense of connection, we’d like to think we have made a deeper connection. Is it a deeper connection or merely feeling our deepest desires of such? It really does not matter…as long as truths are freely shared..
Fear and anger exist in the mind, creating more distraught and disease. Accessing faith and love via the heart we come to a deeper understanding of being. Turning disease into ease.
The virus exists and so does the cure…where do we set our gaze? Removing our own masks, we allow our higher self and ingenuity to come forth. Problems become opportunities, chaos becomes sorted…breathing in uncertainty, breathing out with authority…
Stepping into the Canvas with brother sister raccoon. Removing masks of our own fears and disease, donning our own transformation and resourcefulness…allowing ease to present itself…
Everything exists because of a made up reality.~Ani Po
We could sit and ponder this topic or we could arguably deny or accept it. All things came from a source of reality, whether small or large scale…all things came from somewhere. Where did they come from?
The planets exist because someone observed them. The trees and air we breathe exist only because we are taught to believe in them. Similarly…all structures, dogmas, governing bodies…they all exist because someone had the vision to make them so.
So what about our days? Are they real? Sure they are. How we see them is yet another doorway to our own interpretation of reality. What is real today…may very well be different tomorrow. Today we fight passionately for a cause…only to give up or lose faith in the cause. So then what? What and/or how do we dream a new reality?
Just Be. Just allow. Just Love the dreamer within and dreams that follow. Mirror the inner self outward into the world, creating a brighter or dimmer place…depending on other varying realities and beliefs.
Or…give up worrying what others believe, approval of others, and what their reality is for that place in time. For time and space are merely dreams of a reality…whether we choose to play along…that is another idea who’s idea may come to or not at all.
I sat and contemplated personal safety during a recent ceremony of sorts. Observing the obvious pain and suffering being dealt with, there was also an angelic presence in the room. Seeing the yearning of wanting to lend a hand to those in need and allowing thoughts to just dissipate.
Returning to space…I gaze out again, noticing safety of those closest to me. With love emanating and joyous returns in energetic feelings.
Again…letting go of a yearning to fill an emptiness within my current space…I break into silent laughter. Knowing and understanding how things can come together and how others can send mixed signals, I crawl into my cave of understanding and un-understanding…letting it all go.
So, the feelings of wanting to help another disappears for a moment, as to allow processing of their own. And the feelings of wanting to cuddle in the arms of pure love and joy…this too allowed to be present…only to disappear…
Then there is another wandering thought…how can this be? Why do others act upon the feelings that exist at all? Is it our yearning to be whole? Can we not see that we are whole?
Last weekend I shared space with so many emotions…all of them beautiful as could be: pain, fear, anger, joy, love and bliss…then they all vanished into the cosmos…Ani Po