Tag Archives: awakening
An Easy Way to Find Right Answers
Recently, when shopping for a pair of sneakers, I had to excuse myself to get past a woman and her daughter who were blocking the aisle. The daughter was trying on several pairs of sneakers, and the mother looked a … Continue reading
I am…
I am the non-self, the person, the woman, the being, but never separate, never alone, always part of all that is. I am the wind that passes across my face; I am the aroma of the rose in bloom; I … Continue reading
Are You an Old Soul or a Young Soul?
For years I heard people talk about old souls and young souls and I didn’t pay much attention. What did it matter how old or young a soul was? As I’ve contemplated the age of a soul and why it … Continue reading
Living Life as a Prayer
For years my prayer was to live my life as a prayer. It took many more years to come to understand what that meant, and had I known, I just might not have prayed so hard . . . or … Continue reading
Morning Meditation
In my morning meditation, I begin with a prayer, first of gratitude—a thanksgiving for life and all that has been given to me—and then I ask for healing, for myself and for everyone who has asked me to include them … Continue reading
Who or What Is God?
If we ask, “What is God?” as opposed to “Who is God?” our deeper listening gives us a different answer. In our language, we have reduced God to a pronoun. By doing so, we have created God in our image … Continue reading
The Doorway
I walked through a doorway last night in the dreamtime. It took me a long time getting there, and when I finally arrived, I stood at the threshold a while not quite ready to walk through. We are like that, … Continue reading
Phillip’s Wisdom on Respecting Our Differences
You pull into your life that which you must experience. All that is within your life cooperates to give you the experience. This is not to say you control the experience or how another cooperates. Although we all are connected, … Continue reading
Learning Patience
In the Western/US culture in which I live, we are impatient. We do not like being in the space between what was and what is to come. Sitting in the Irish mist, I call it, because it reminds me of … Continue reading