“Grandfather, tell me about Spirit,” the young boy with jet black hair asked. “What is it you wish to know, grandson?” “How do we know Spirit is with us?” “Close your eyes, grandson,” the old man with long white hair said. “Breathe deeply and focus on the sounds of nature. What do you hear?” “I … Continue reading
“This world,” he would say with a sweep of his arm, “is not the real world. This is only a play, created by all of your thoughts. Only those who believe in this world are born here, for we are what we think, what we believe. How could you be born elsewhere when this is what you believe?”
“We’ve met before, you know,” she said, ignoring his thoughts. “I am your guardian, Steven,” she added, still smiling gently. “You don’t remember because the last time you saw me was between this life and the one before it. You made a commitment to yourself then, that if you repeated certain stubborn habits of selfishness, you wanted to be ripped away from your family, to die in such a way that you would carry with you the memory of the tearing, never to make the same mistakes again. Thus it is we find ourselves here.” Continue reading
One day I took the photo here of the three red-tailed hawk feathers I came upon four summers ago. They were gifts of the two hawks who lived in the area. I was later blessed to see them in the sky with their young hawk. That little one, half their size now, came by again … Continue reading
Four years or so ago I was befriended by two wild red-tailed hawks who lived in the same area I did. They left me three feathers, which I treasure. They flew along above me, landed on fences near where I walked so I could see them up close and they always drew my attention upward … Continue reading
By Sister Mary P., RSM It’s 3:23 in the morning and I’m awake, because my great, great grandchildren won’t let me sleep. My great, great grandchildren ask me in dreams, ‘What did you do while the planet was plundered? What did you do when the Earth was unraveling? Surely you did something when the seasons started failing, … Continue reading
A heartfelt, powerful post from Tom Mills: By Thomas O. Mills Email: firstname.lastname@example.org A few mornings ago, I was having my first cup of coffee and reading my newspaper when the doorbell sounded. There stood two women, about my age–old–smiling and holding out a booklet for me to consider. They wanted to talk to me … Continue reading
By Michael Brine First, Native American Wisdom: “Peace comes within the souls of men when they realize their relationship, their oneness, with the Universe and all its powers, and when they realize that — the centre of the Universe — is really everywhere, it is within each of us.” ~Black Elk, Oglata Lakota, 1947 … Continue reading
Forgiveness. Jeez, what a subject. The deeper the shock of betrayal, the more we need to experience and process our pain—and the more we need to forgive. But forgiveness is hard. After years of therapy, I know that forgiveness is strongly recommended for our own healing, but it goes against who we are and what happened. … Continue reading
This is the prayer the Dalai Lama says every morning: “May I be a guard for those who need protection A guide for those on the path A boat, a raft, a bridge for those who wish to cross the flood May I be a lamp in the darkness A resting place for the weary … Continue reading
Jesus offered himself as, “an exemplar of the consummate power of love over evil, wisdom over ignorance, forgiveness over vengefulness, light over darkness. Continue reading
This experience is still with me—the power of honoring the speaker and what that honor brought out in those young girls. I used to watch news shows with a moderator and a group of experts in attendance, but with all the raised voices and constant interruptions, nothing of value was ever shared. To heal our country, we must learn to honor each speaker with our own reflective hearts and minds. We need to hear what is truly being said to hear what is important and how best to work together to build a healthy future for all people.
Another special animal story came this week (in an email—no groaning—it’s a love story and you’re really going to like it.) Someone reported it came from a French newspaper, but gave no details. So, thank you to whoever captured these moving pictures, a testament to the power of love that lives in all creatures, great and small:
It shouldn’t be so hard to take the next step in our evolution, should it? Imagine this: “I respect you as a fellow human being. I respect that you may have views different from mine, and that they’re valid to you. I haven’t walked in your shoes, so I’m allowing there are reasons you feel the way you do. I also acknowledge that I don’t know everything, and that I have much to learn. Let’s see what we can work out together.”
We, as our highest selves, are God’s heart to love, God’s eyes to see need, God’s feet to go there, and God’s hands to serve. To me that meant that we each have an overriding purpose in the grand scheme of things: We are needed, every single one of us.
One young man was hunched and twisted in a wheelchair and there was just something about him. His job was to slowly unwrap himself, force his upper body and arm up to slap a piece of paper hanging above him. We looked into each other’s eyes and I saw that there was somebody home! He couldn’t talk—he made grunting kinds of noises. Every time he slapped the paper, his smile was huge and he earned a penny. He liked showing us what he could do and getting a paycheck every week. I was quiet when we left. Continue reading
He’s homeless and jokes that he’s ‘embracing his inner-homeless guy.’ My mom paid for him to fly home for a few days and the people at his work are pitching in to help him with new furniture and stuff. He’s both sad and grateful. It’ll be a process; the insights gained from something like this tend to unfold over time.
It is sad that most of the trash we Americans make sits forever inside plastic garbage bags in landfills. Mother Nature trys to turn what she can back to soil, but she can’t get through the plastic. What I wanted before was strong garbage bags and there are tons of strong bags, but I want to do better than that now. I want strong enough and biodegradable. (I did consider trash-can-sized paper bags, which are certainly the best option, but they were all too expensive for us.) I’ll see how the ones I found work–if they are strong enough–and I’ll report my experiences.
No one deserves to be treated disrespectfully–not even that highly-stressed man who had so obviously been mistreated himself. All he knew about communication was angry, amped-up-fire. I realized later that if I had spoken with anger, the situation could have escalated to one in which someone might have been injured. I was also grateful there were lots of people there; it would have been much harder to speak up otherwise.
Once the reader has calculated her and her partner’s numbers for the Numerology Blueprint, the author details how they affect each other. Natural Match numbers indicate an instant rapport. Compatible numbers mean couples get along most of the time but will agree to disagree at other times. Challenge numbers are tough; misunderstandings and communication breakdowns are common and the relationship could become toxic. Continue reading
On March 28th, I was indeed blessed to receive an email from Renee Prince, author, filmmaker and close friend of a wild Red Tailed Hawk. Her email made my heart sing when she wrote, “Yes, you can make friends with wild hawks,” a question I had asked in one of my posts–about me feeling I’ve … Continue reading
Once we plant our feet on the path of seeing perfection in non-perfection something remarkable happens. Every flicker of a kind thought, every small effort to forgive, every hand extended to help others out of the muck is acknowledged and magnified by the ‘universe.’ Continue reading
It could be all of it together, I suppose—but my daughter and I have shelter, water and food, I have befriended some of the kids here who catch me outside to talk, natural disasters have always happened, and nearly every state is suffering with loss of revenues. So, what is it? A test of some kind, I guess. Do I really mean what I write here? Do I apply this unconditional love to myself, my beloveds and our lives, and other people? Continue reading
I tried to negotiate stepping off the spiritual path time and again, thinking, “Uh, could you hold on for a bit, Lord? I gotta go do something. I’ll be back, I swear.” I hunted for a soul mate with spiritual qualities, but didn’t find him because I didn’t stay ‘on the path’ myself. Continue reading
Outside the three-dimensions of our world, we have friends in high places. Continue reading
It blows my mind when I think about the pace of the 1950s ‘til now, when it seems like everything is going 20 times faster. I want every blessing for them, but they’re going to have to be flexible and creative, faith-filled and inventive to live and build families and careers in this world. It’s okay, though. I know they picked this time to be born the same as I did.
Our petty-selves can’t see the higher road and, frustrated when ignored, they keep stirring up trouble like kids do, because negative attention is better than no attention at all.
Dear friends of Notes Along the Path,
If you read my post yesterday, you read that I was feeling separate from God. I knew I wasn’t separate–but it was a dried-up, scary feeling, anyway. I asked my dear friend, Sharie, at email@example.com and http://sendingjoy.wordpress.com, for help and she has blessed me with her words and prayers. I awoke this morning and began writing again! Like she says, it worked. Thank you so much, Lord. Thank you so much, Sharie, for lifting me into the Light with you. I share Sharie’s blessing-words here because maybe someday they will help you or someone you know.
I wish I’d known more what life would bring us when my children were still children. I tried to raise them believing in the best of life, with hope, knowing that God and the angels were watching over them. I tried to raise them to be kind and to help those who needed them. I … Continue reading
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