Thanksgiving for Love

I awoke from a dream with gratitude. But I thought I had forgotten to post anything of this occasion, Thanksgiving Day -- because it already happened in the dream and I was thankful. But I forgot to relay it to those I love. Now I am grateful that the day has just begun. And a good day it is.

For Love

I am grateful for Love, and the Dream of Love

Thank you, Dream Master. I am filled with this love.

I love my family. You fill my heart completely.

Yet, there is still room. It grows.

I love my friends.

You keep me on my toes.

Life is rich in this journey with you.

It really never ends.

I am grateful for the comfort

and your counsel.

I love you and I thank you.

The mirror shines more clearly now.

I am grateful for this opportunity to get it right,

to recognize the Source of Love in everyone,

to love all as I love myself,

I love myself and try to live it.

To love right.

And left.

It is never wrong.

Even in confrontations

with those I thought opposed.

Mind only thinks--but does it know?

I am Soul and still learning.

In Love. In gratitude.

I thank you.
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After Storm

When mind tries to take what Soul has made,
when uncertainty, stress or fear
halt the journey,
entries in its journal also cease
till there is a turning within.
Silence helps.

Okay, think.
But not too much.
Or thoughts are stopped.
Blocked. Stalled.
In spiral descending.
Opposing growth
Of cedar or pine.
Or the flight of an eagle
Soaring.
.
Time matters not
To the Eye of Light,
To the rate of waves returning,
The song of season's change.
The cliff on the cape
Forever washed by storm
And sailors dreaming.
.
The new day
Is lit by vision.
For thought
Cannot stop the sunrise
After storm.

I write. And it was a good day for Thanks.
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Blessings

This morning I did more than look out the window. I took a cushion, a book and my journal out the door. An old, twig rocker in the shade invited me. Then, in a sense, I went "out of my mind" in Thanksgiving. Perfect Morning. Summer holiday. Family & friends still sleep. And the cat on the couch. Inside.
But I. In the world of my senses -- inner and outer. My Garden. Birdsong and Breeze. Out of my mind. Inspired. I contemplate. And write. . .

Blessings

My Love.
First there was Life.
Then you are in my Garden.
Planting. Cultivating. The Harvest.
How could life be better than this?
Where Life Serves Me?
And I Serve It?
With You?

And in the heat of the day
We stop and rest.
With Strawberries.
Red and Sweet.

Then a gray squirrel
Brings an acorn.
And Blessings.

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