On our dates this week God said to me:
It’s about Your Voice not their hearing.
Practice Perseverance
You have what You Need to Keep Moving Forward
Embrace All Your Nooks and Crannies
Have Confidence in My Persistence
Pace Yourself
Fear Does Not get the Final Say
On our dates this week God said to me:
Entering Darkness Helps You See the Light
Don’t be Afraid of the Darkness
Fits and Starts Work
There is Room for All of You
Bring it in Closer
Hold My Hand
Keep Your Eyes on Me
On our dates this week God said to me:
Sing Your Own Song
One Note at a time
Know Your Instrument
Let the Beat be Felt
Tune Your Instrument
Yes, I AM Sure
Just Listen for Me
During our date, God said to me:
Allow the Fire of Your Light to Shine
Be Responsible for Your Light
Tune into the channel of Your Light
Silent Light, Holy Light
Don’t Rush the Light
Light is Real
Even anger plays a role in light . . . don’t fight the light
Let Your Light Shine
Let Your Light Shine
Shinning My Light is Safe
Play with Your Light
Keep Creative Vision alight
Be with Your Light
You’ve come a long way baby, celebrate!
This year I am going to be doing some experimenting. I will be sharing the thoughts I write down upon the conclusion of my morning date time with God. I hope they are helpful and you find some that resonate with you. Peace, Colleen
Be of good cheer!
It’s that time of year.
And if what appears
makes no room for cheers
don’t fall for the fear
of never having a reason to cheer
simply hold hope for the new year
It’s kind of an end
but depending on what you believe
Time is only pretend
and based solely on what you perceive
Hold close to yourself
Dive deep into the well
Pay attention to the beat
of what makes your heart leap
Each breath is an end
Each breath begins it all again
Each beat sets a new course
Anyone can move past remorse
A new moment with new air
maybe even bringing flair
deeper than the aires
like those who pretend to care
Wanting and desiring
something deeper and less confining
It’s more than silly musing
It’s the muse stirring
waking us from our sleeping
inviting us to embarking
To a path worth discovering
not limited by defining
something all others are expecting
permission to step outside the protecting
No proof needed
from outside sources
only what is feeding
our soul’s courses
Are we listening
to our heart’s beating?
It’s a call to rhyming
with our heart’s timing
Now the beat’s banging
has begun
Regardless of the world’s timing
no reason to keep hiding,
Our souls are calling
wanna have some fun?
It is peculiar how much peace it brings
like the feeling of being on a swing
I don’t even have to be outside
Just seeing them through my window makes me sigh
The rhythm, the swoop, the formation, and the loops
The precision and timing, the way they all fall in line
It is a thing of beauty to behold
It is a thing of wonder that touches my soul
Maybe it just seems easier to be up there than down here
Down here amidst the chaos
Down here where there are obstacles at every turn
Down here where we are all wishing we could be up there
To dance in the sky and spread out wings far and wide
Down here when we dare spread our wings, we are criticized
Is it because we can’t see them or don’t know their size?
No room for that they say
Who do you think you are?
Oh sure, they are happy to have you form a line
but it’s not for a dance
it’s for a trance
I wish you could tell me your secret little bird
What makes you free to fly?
Are you as scared as me that you’ll fail?
What fuels your courage to try?
Is it because you can see your wings?
Is it because you are doing what you are told?
Or is it because of a longing in your soul?
A longing to fully express all that you are
A longing to show the wind just how strong you are
I look through my window and see you all share your design
A pattern of courage and living in the flow
A formation of beauty like you just know
You know that in this moment you are being the song of your soul
Tell me, little bird, can you teach me?
Me, the one who can’t see her wings
Can you teach me?
Teach me how to fly free?
What do you mean
three pointing back at me?
How can it be
If I am the one who sees?
Or is it more true
to say I am the fool
believing it a tool
to be able to point at you?
What are we pointing to
whether at me or you?
Is the intent to find contempt
and something to rally against?
Or find a way to direct
a level of respect
for the elements
we hold with discontent?
What makes us perceive
or even believe
the things we label as peeves
are that which need to be relieved
and not merely weaved
into things to reconceive?
“You spot it you got it!”
So hard to admit
The very thing we want you to omit
Is within us . . legit
Instead of buying into the conflict
and a head that wants to quit
We can opt into a different realm
where standing at the helm
is the gem
of what is held
deep within our cells
Beating like a drum-bell
opening a door outside the hell
of thinking we must expel
the elements that compel
us to see ourselves
as less-than-perfect vessels
Our hearts hold the vision
A different kind of prism
Through which we envision
The qualities of opposition
as the avenues of an expedition
enabling us to become magicians
and metaphysicians
Transforming our peeves
and pointing us to what makes us free
Over committed
Over whelmed
Over doing it
or just Over it?
What happens when we go under?
do things go asunder?
or do we just wonder?
or try not to shudder?
Attempting to discover
what lies beneath
Will we recover
from taking away the sheath?
So much protection
to bar infection
we find ourselves at the intersection
choosing the path of insight or deflection?
What will it be?
Who might we see?
Can we agree?
It is worth a degree
of fear
to look beneath the debris?
Looking through the under
might cause some blunder
but what if it utters
insights engendering wonder?
Only with some courage
and dodging transferral
we might find the transporter
to become an over all explorer
Moving past the confines
of our minds
Can be a grind
trying to find time
To explore the unknown
daring to become known
navigating outside labels thrown
at us like they are our own
It rather hysterical
becoming almost lyrical
Moving with the beat of time
to find our own rhyme
Venturing to define
what we deem as fine
outside the party line
of what is deemed refined
The path to get there
seems to come from nowhere
beckoning us closer
to seeking exposure
Of what our heart composes
and believes are roses
petals soft and wispy
twirling of mystery
So if we dare to seek
go within to the deep
we may discover
what is there to uncover
steered from our breath
that which is meant
to guide our trek
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