Missing You…Missing Me

These words are from The Wild Pomegranate, a beautifully and poignantly written blog by a friend of mine: 

I find that I’ve been missing my morning writing time.  I’ve missed being in that quiet space in the morning, that creative womb of silence, where inspiration naturally blooms to the sound of a waking world and the clicking of fingernails on a keyboard.

My new moon intention is about finding my creative voice again, which has taken a back seat in recent months.  And, because it’s all about me, it’s all for perfectly selfish reasons, of course.  *laughing*  But in all sincerity, I miss the community I once enjoyed in Blogland – the daily (or almost so) interaction with like minded people who bring so much joy, inspiration, companionship and “I get you!” into my life.   Ah, there we have it – the “real” issue, I guess:  I miss being around people that “Get” me.

I’ve missed you!  You who find that what I have to say has value and import, who understand that I am a multidimensional human spirit who will not be squeezed into a box or a label or a “position”, and who cheer me on through good times and bad.

And I’ve missed sharing what’s on my heart and in my mind.  I’ve missed the words themselves.”

As I read these final notes of today’s post, I could relate completely in many ways.  First, the inner joy of writing words.  If ever I were to have a love affair it would be with words.  Writing them, typing them, watching them appear on the paper or the screen in front of me.  It’s mesmerizing almost…with a sense of magic happening before my very eyes.  At times I’m in disbelief that I was blessed to create something so eloquent and dare I say, elegant.  In truth, there occasions where I’m in awe of the words that flow so easily.  It’s a gift..I’m fully aware of this…and equally as in love with it.  

What also struck me in Gracie’s sentiment was a reflection of how I’ve been feeling while away from my writing these last several days.  A longing, a desire to connect here, to share with this community that exists in my heart and soul, if not in my everyday “real” life.  Your presence and willingness to be here in this place with me has become a part of my inner self.  We are Universally connected, in a way that sometimes “real” life can’t offer us.  Some of you live across the ocean.  It’s unimaginable that we can so naturally, so authentically come together as One in this place.  And again, I find myself in awe.  Of you, of us, of this Divine thread weaving itself into our lives and our souls. 

So thank you.  For allowing me to be myself, to share with you so purely and as Gracie so beautifully stated–for “getting me.”  You warm my heart, you speak to my soul.  And today my loved ones….your loving presence is the whisper I feel from within….xoxo


Words Are Power

Recently Maya Angelou was featured on OWN network’s Master Class program.  I found myself wide-eyed, sometimes even teary-eyed, hanging on her every word.  As she began to tell her story, she talked about WORDS – and the power they hold.  Words are things, and they have the power to exalt another with love and dignity – or wound with ugliness, jealousy and disgust.

Ms. Angelou went on to point out words stay with us: they live in our carpets, on our furniture, our clothes – and eventually, they seep into our being.  Take a moment and allow that truth to really sink in:  every word you speak calls forth its own power!  And now take a moment to consider the words you use, the way you speak to others – the way you speak to YOURSELF.  What is the power you are emitting from the words you speak?

I’m reminded of something Caroline Myss taught us in Mysticism:  words are prayers.  Imagine yourself praying, asking for the power of your words to become reality.  Perhaps we would choose more carefully what we allow to flow from our lips.  Perhaps we would be a bit more willing to take the time to hear the voice of integrity that lives within.  Perhaps we would opt for love rather than judgment.

Allow yourself to travel through your day with a belief in the power of your words.  And visualize your words as prayers, calling on Spirit to create the reality you request.  Would this not compel you to be still, to search within yourself, to find the space to connect with Spirit and hear the truth of what your soul wishes?

Would this not stir from within you the desire to use your words for the good of yourself, and all others whom you love, know or meet on the sidewalk?  Would this not awaken in your being the ability to listen…..to the whispers of your own heart……