This calling

I am called…
to listen to the quiet voices in a noisy world,
to savor and receive all that nourishes my body,
to celebrate the diversity of nature that makes it so beautiful,
to be content in this space and time, 
to be aware of the Loving Presence. 

Deborah L. Tisch

 Sharing my words with the Inner Excavate Along today.

 

Light and Shadow

I have a favorite place at the park that I keep returning to, and this morning I was drawn there.  To listen to the wind, smell the summer air, feel the breeze on my skin, see the beautiful blossoms on the pond (shared at the top of this page), hear the birds and bugs and frogs.  And I was rewarded with dragon flies.  

Light falling on that wing and making it shimmer with its iridescence, and shadows on this large leaf showing each delicate line in those wings. 

I’m reminded that we are all held in that divine embrace, that the universe has all these little details worked out.  

soulful changes

It was early morning. I stepped out with my camera just to get an image of the clover, those sweet little white flowers that cover the yard until it gets mowed. In the morning light I saw a patch of white on the grass and realized it is a spider web, one of several of it’s type just glistening in the sun, nested there by the clover. 

Often I can look back and an image a few days later and it will say something new to me.  That was the case with my last post, and the image of the luggage at the bus station.  At the moment I took the photo, I knew I was moved in some way, but not until a couple days later did I understand the message for me.   The result is what you read there.  

Spider webs are a different matter.  Don’t know where I learned this, perhaps from doing dream work, but I have come to understand that a spider web can be a symbol of creativity, of new life. When I think of that it makes sense.  The spider weaves her intricate web to creatively attract and catch something to eat.  We talk about spinning a yarn, weaving, even making connections with others, all kind of making reference to what a simple spider will do with what it has.  

My own “web” has been blessed and fortified recently….

One connection I have made this week is with an artist named Liz Lamoreaux and the Inner Excavate – Along.  I have her book on order and am enjoying this 7 week read along in an online community.   

Through my connections on this blog I have “met” and shared with talented people like Julia, who just published this book. Yes, my book is on it’s way. (Have I ever mentioned that I think we are “book poor” in this house?)

So many of you have been such wonderful blogging friends, commenting and giving such heartfelt words that lift me up in ways that you may never know. 

And my dear friends here in the same town that I know personally are so encouraging and… well, lets just say I have some beautiful people in my life.

Yes, blessed and fortified. Strengthened

This little “web” of mine is also evolving.  Blogging can become a numbers game. Blogging can also take over your life. Yet blogging can and does connect us to other souls who share the same interests.  It also gives us a fabulous outlet for our creative pursuits.  I see myself as the little spider who is spinning and weaving and creating…while knowing that there is a better way to do this.   

So as I send you peace and blessings this day, I ask that you also keep me in mind as I discern how to best share what Life is teaching me, to do it in a balanced way, to continue to listen to what my heart is telling me.

Namaste….

 

Traveling light

I begin.
Starting right here, with what I have, in this moment. 
I have come to this point, 
blessed by the journey,
by all that has come before, whether I liked it or not.
All of it has propelled me, 
nudged me, 
sent me 
screaming and shouting, 
to this place.
I am…
done with waiting,
done with excuses.
I am here, now, 
ready to gather 
just what is necessary
and step out.
I come from
everywhere 
and out of nowhere,
surprised to find that 
this place 
is exactly 
where 
I need to be.
 

by Deborah L. Tisch