It is such a beautiful, peaceful walk we take daily.
Tuesday evening is restorative/yin yoga.
Thursday evening is Casa Tibet Meditation.
Friday night dancing with Blue Soul
At home every day, we hold space open in our hearts and minds and human embodiment to create,
live, sit with and foster peace, love, joy, hope, generosity,
kindness, genuine interest, beauty, living wisdom,
gratitude and thankfulness….
We Just Sit in meditation quietly and daily. We practice quiet and the question, there’s art expression, training and learning with the mind, qi gong, gym, swimming, walking, dancing, tea and conversation, intuition, sanctuary and new perceptions. Simple, nutritious good food for meals created together. Writing and photography. Books and audio books, rest and renewal, always in the setting of the natural world of birds and trees and oceans, skies and stars, flowers and planets, sun light and human beings, breathing the same air and sharing the same home of Earth.
Even though outside, at the moment, is chaotic, unveiling and tragic, inside all of our lives and common humanity, a new way of being generous, kind, loving, aware, and peaceful, is being held open and and birthed as a new healthy and wholesome way of living together on Earth….
one choice at a time
one day at a time.
It is a time of choosing what to do differently….
just sit and quiet the mind,
open the heart and soul and express
and walk in peace radiating love to one another.
There are no chosen ones, no one better or elevated,
there simply is all of us and human choice
to be kind,
be lightness and light full.
Be love.
Flourish happiness.
And Live together in peace.
The bells are ringing.
It is time to practice living wisdom.
It is time to live with beauty.
It is time to hold open the light of being alive and kindly present.
The Bosom and Breath of Life
Shadows hold sway around humanity
clutching at the very bosom and breath of life,
ducking in and out of all cultural, social, economic,
political and religious circles,
weaving a web for those who succumb.
Yet the ever-living presence of Light penetrating
the gossamer’s pattern,
can melt away the mazes into meadows.
Meadows, where flowers bloom and thrive and open wide,
within this light-filled, living environment.
Radiating genuine love and true interest into all of life
between one another, between groups of people, between countries,
into the vast blue skies and onto the Earth,
awaiting ripened willingness to participate differently.
Wisdom’s warmth, embracing,
charts a new course, embedding a handwritten map,
through cycles of time and breadths of space,
discovering and opening new realms of daily living.
Dispersing myth,
dispelling shadows
while overcoming humanity’s dark instincts
of hatred.
The heart loosened from its ticking task
unfolding and flowering into its pure and pulsing wisdom,
bestows and renews hope
through the acute awareness and care of the other
and courage of the will.
The heart and soul as an interior place, castle, and sanctuary
whose ivory tower rises
to the larynx of love-imbued song and speech,
willingly offers the sacred endowments and arts of the hearth:
truth, beauty and goodness.
And the etheric human heart becomes the new organ of life,
whose melodic wellspring of the soul and spirit’s abounding love,
pulsates illuminated wisdom rhythmically via the waters of life
filling and feeding the inspired will
with abundant generosity, virtuousness, and purpose.
The Backbone of Humanity
Haloed above our heads shimmers a golden ring
Giving way to an opening down the back of the neck
Revealing the hidden passageway
Into the backbone of humanity.
Light pouring through
Filling the skeletal structure with tomorrow
Quietly working
To fulfill the quickening dream
of humanity’s evolving life over time.
The old and brittle backbone of humanity
Instilled with a new golden substance
Breaking down, yet enlivening
The very structure of uprightness.
Pushing upwards and outwards through epochs of time
Within the limited form of darkness one vertebra at a time
Into the world of light and living form
Moving the new human garment into freedom.
The light and love of the Sun present
In the very bones
And blood
Of our ever-ripening human forms, organs, and life.
The task is before us to choose to live wisely within love
Willing to accompany each other
While upholding hope within humanity
Despite the existence of the shadows, death and destruction.
When the dawn appears, so does the Earth
and our living human forms;
When the sun arises, brilliance reveals reality and potential;
When the seasons change, wisdom works in Nature
and in our human conscience;
When the human heart and soul awakens, love abounds
and all things are possible.
Snow White Roses
The Earth was covered with a snowy-down blanket of white snow. The air was filled with large, falling white flakes as open as snow white roses, as tender to the touch. They melted upon my face and felt like wet tears of joy.
The wind around me started swirling and picking up speed. My vision blurred with the tumultuous movement. When suddenly I felt embraced by a lofty being full of warmth, full of comfort. Amidst the raging storm all around me, I experienced a calmness, a peace, I had never known before, inwardly. And then I heard a voice. A kind and beautiful voice whisper to me, “Do you know my name? I am the one who comforts and walks alongside of you, the one who loves you? I am the one who is always with you until the end of time. Awaken, oh awaken, you in me and I in you. Awaken, oh lovely flower. We are one and the same.”
Then all was quiet. It was a deep quiet, like the quiet after a springtime rain. It was sweet and pure and fresh. And I stood entranced in this beauty around me and within me for what seemed a long time or a short time. I had no sense of time.
Slowly my face was covered with more tears of joy as I opened my eyes to the calm falling of large white flakes
as open as snow white roses, as tender to the touch.
The touch, the opening. . .
It was but a moment but I was deeply touched.
Awaken, oh lovely flower,
upon my face,
within my soul.
Awaken. . .
Be Love.
Photos, Writing & Poetry by Jillian RoseMary LaBelle Sophie