Sunday, December 10, 2017

A universe of change

We create our own universe and each of us is at the center of it. What we invite into the core of our world is our choice; what we allow ourselves to see, to experience, to feel. We can be alive to the moment or just exist. This is what I meditate upon.

To being in consciousness is to not just observe but to become part of all that is around you. The mountains become our strength, the stars our visions, the daybreak our rebirth each morning to all the possibilities we can allow ourselves to live within. Each moment of each day is important, as are we. There is a purpose to each one and everything in creation. Nothing is stagnant but constantly changing, evolving, becoming.

My world in the mountains this winter has been a very white world as we have had record snowfalls. The last two days have been combinations of rain and wet snow but at Four this afternoon heavy snow started to come down again in earnest. The kind of snow that claims to the branches, leaves, and bends the young saplings. I see my Aspen curved again toward the ground. It was finally beginning to recover from the first big snow that changed its shape. The current snow has been dampened and heavy enough to cause a repeat.

The fruit trees and bushes are altering appearances as they take on the shape formed by the wet, white powder clinging to them, forming clumps in areas, leaving only brown patches where the trunk climbs out of the ever-increasing buildup, layer upon layer over many days, weeks, months, never being warm enough, long enough, to decrease it significantly before it accrues more.

The path my grandchildren created riding their sleds down my hill is no longer visible and the entrance to the igloo they built is steadily being filled in, by morning only those who know would recognize it as anything but a huge pile berm above the road.

The light from the window highlights the sparkling flakes as they come spiraling down from heaven as thick as feathers during a pillow fight, exploding with motion, dancing on air. Icicles are growing, as are cotton like clumps of snow layered on branches, clinging to leaves and piled in the crooks and crevices. As he universe is continuously evolving, so are we, and the morning will bring a bright white and transformed landscape again, as each day brings its own blessings and surprises.


Saturday, December 9, 2017


God, please bless me
give me insight
let me focus and see
thinking clearly
let ideas take flight
ideas coming freely
like waves in the sea
radiant like starlight


Friday, December 8, 2017

Mine to explore

God lives within me....
oh, how long it took
to realize this truth
no more searching
the path is before me
together with angels
mine to explore


Thursday, December 7, 2017

It waits

The harmony I seek
is here before me
I just had to look
and there it was
a tree, a cloud
hills and rivers too
all creation waits
for us to become


Wednesday, December 6, 2017


Let me remove my mask
and set aside the illusion
I've been hiding behind
my essence awaits ahead


Tuesday, December 5, 2017


Eternal and unconditional
that is what nature is....
we, removed, must return
that is where our souls are,
where we will find ourselves


Monday, December 4, 2017


When we focus on the light,
we're able to see what it is...
truth and freedom ours,
love and peace too....