Looking in the Mirror
Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.Archive for life
Thankful Thursday
Wow, I can’t believe it is Thursday already. I have been rather quiet this week, working on transfering and updating my server based blog over at Reflections in the Mirror. I thought I’d try my hand at this to give me more options on what to do with blog; besides I’ve been paying for the server for two years and have not made good use of it. So, this week has been rather slow in communication with you dear hearts, but do know that you are all in my thoughts, my heart, and my soul.
Today I am thankful that:
1. Tomorrow is Friday, and the weekend is near!
2. I skipped my shower this morning; however, the water is still on so I can take a shower now. 🙂 (Visit Oracle of A Pearl)
3. I’m breathing!
4. I’m seeing!
5. I’m feeling!
Remember, we have so much for which we can be thankful. We talk, we walk, we see, we hear, we think and we inhale, we exhale, usually without effort! So, why is it we spend so much time dwelling on what we can’t do, don’t have, and what is going wrong? We can immediately recall negative experiences, people and circumstances without seeing we have the ability to walk away, get away, or make a change! Perhaps we have far too many options from which to choose! Perhaps we simply like complaining? I think if we spend just a little more time saying thanks for what we have, we won’t have so much time to dwell on what we lack. So, let’s activate the devine laws of abundance by being ever greatful for the allness of life. When the universe sees we are conscious of and greatful for what we have, it is buzzed to to shower us with more. Even when it seems the well is dry, we can affirm, "I can hardly wait to see the good that will come from this!"
Peace, Light and Love my kindred spirited sisters and brothers!
~CordieB.
From Lush to Love
This poem was written in response to Simply Snickers Prompt. This week’s words were look, line, and lush. This week, we celebrate the birthday of French Impressionist and Pointillist painter Camille Pissarro, who was born on July 10, 1830. Thanks Linda for the inspiration on this one. I was also inspired by a recent post written by Tobeme, End of the Rope. Thanks, Tobeme!
From Lush to Love
In the very back of the garden, behind the evergreen bush
resides a homeless gent who years ago was labeled a lush
life had dealt him a bad hand; he’d reached the end of his rope
so he drowned his misery and pain and gave up all hope
and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at his table
the poor gent became just what his peers had labeled
In the middle of the garden under the bright sunshine
stood a single mother hanging cloths on the line
She knew the pain of being judged and ostracized
Yet with the faith of her being, above all obstacles she’d rised
she found a loving connection with the man at her garden’s inn
so she made it a point that he’d have at least one friend
so each day after retrieving her cloths off the line
she’d invite him into her home for a hot meal and wine
he’d tell her the stories that lead to his fall from grace
to each sad story she’d give a positive spin in its place
she reminded him he had a beautiful soul and loving heart
as time moved on he embraced each day with a fresh new start
he developed a positive out look on life and love
Discovering his his true self, he became aligned thereof
and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at the table…
the peaceful gent became just what the kind mother had labeled
~CordieB.
Another Quote for the Day: Don’t let ’em steal your joy ~Sinbad
Quote for the Day: We are what we believe we are. ~CordieB.
Peace, Light and Love. . . .
Spiritual Riddle – It’s the little things…
I am the soft tickle of bubbles blown in the air
I am the wind gently billowing through each strand of your hair
I am the lucky discovery of a lone four-leaf clover
I am the ecstasy of the first kiss from a new-found lover
I am the the amazed eyes upon the first look…
Of newborn babe, straight from mommy’s nook
I am the amused, confused on a roller coaster ride
I am the quiet majestic of the ascending tide
I am sweet rain gently falling to the ground
I am the whispers of the leaves heard without sound
I am that which comes so often; yet we don’t understand…
the blessed dawn, as sunlight blankets the land
I’m seen in the stars, shining ever so bright
I’m heard in the voices of lovers each night
I’m felt in the kiss of a rose on a nose…
and the sweet, sweet aroma of that fragrant rose
I am laughter on hindsight of not going berserk
I am a hug and fresh sheets after a long day’s work;
The sun peaking through the clouds after a pouring rain storm
The rainstorm after a drout of love transformed
I’m more valuable than all riches, and everything
I exist in the little things and what they bring
I am the sensation of a Popsicle on a hot summer’s day
I am the innocence of life and love in children’s play
I am an Angel, often found in the eyes of a girl or a boy
I am most mystical, not egotistical, yet so simplistical…
I am….. (click below for riddle answer) 🙂
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In the Course of One’s Lifetime
In the course of one’s lifetime
what will one learn?
will one learn of hatred?
what bridges will one burn?
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In the course of one’s lifetime
in the blink of an eye
will one find the answers
to the who, what and why?
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In the course of one’s lifetime
what will one sing?
will one sing a love song?
what gifts will one bring?
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In the course of one’s lifetime
what crafts will one master?
what gods will one serve…
in the mists of disaster?
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In the course of one’s lifetime
What will one fulfill
Will one’s cup flow over
what bridges will one build?
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In the course of one’s lifetime
What heights will one climb?
How far will one fall?
In the depths of sublime?
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In the course of a lifetime
what will one foresee
when one takes his last breath…
what will one’s thoughts be?
~CordieB.
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Opening lines from Gregory David Robert’s Shantaram:
“It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured. I realized, somehow, through the screaming in my mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them. It doesn’t sound like much, I know. But in the flinch and bite of the chain, when its all you have got, that freedom is a universe of possibility. And the choice you make, between hating and forgiving,can become the story of your life.”
Quote for the Day: You can be so heavenly bound until you are no earthly good – Dr. Oscar Lane
“In the Course of One’s Life Time ” inspired by Simply Snicker’s Poetry Prompt. This weeks words were, climb, course, and craft. Let us keep Linda and the Midwest, USA, in our prayers, as she and her community have endured natural disasters due to flooding this week.