by divine-design


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The Sun Has Risen Once Again…

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“I am afraid too, like all my fellow men,

of the future too heavy with mystery and too wholly new,

towards which Time is driving me…

Then like these men,

I wonder where life is leading me…”

Pierre de Chardin

TODAY: Warm, joyous, blue sky, humid, happy and bright! (Yes, I see its suddenly raining huge drops!)

IN ONE WORD: Wonder

COLOUR OF THE DAY: I see a splash of SUMMER colours before my eyes…

HOW I FEEL: “I will only move as quickly as the slowest part of me can go.” Ah, the shifts, changes, ideas, creations! Ecstatic moments when insights flow. Messages, nudges and revelations.

PHYSICALLY: Days of intense energies all around me and in me, downloads, then depletion…and then I rise and begin again…

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INSIGHTS: And then – we are straddling two worlds, this rapidly evolving one and the ‘old’ one that is familiar in all its forms. But as we hang on to it, dragging parts of it along with us, finding ‘the way’ tough, because of those we may be bringing with us…are resisting, fighting, ignoring or challenge our deep desire to move forward – to be more…

Some days we can see it! We even feel it, and we live it! Other days we feel weak, battle weary, even afraid… Only to rewaken on a new day filled with hope and our dreams intact …

THE COLLECTIVE: When you wake up tomorrow, take time to notice how many things are running smoothly, how many small miracles compose your day. As you take in your world, you might feel a moment of Gratitude for the basic fact that, once again, the sun has risen to illuminate the abundant Earth, and the earth’s gravitational field holds you – and all that you hold dear, in a tight, life-affirming embrace….

AFFIRMATION: “Joy and happiness are mine…”

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who then are you?
and who am i?
if not more than stars,
and something less than snowflakes…

the breath of a god,
who chooses to be unnamed.
the croak of a frog,
the moan of a dying branch…

eric