Follow me!

God said, “Why is it you never listen to me?”
“Why do you always listen to those in the world?”
“How come you never read my word, and when you do, fail to take heed?”
“Why do you chase after the riches and pleasures of this world, rather than realizing
seeking after me, you will be given all you ever desire.”
“I know what you see in her eyes, but is she really what you want?”
“I know what you need, what you long for and truly what is best for you.
 “Follow me.”
Man said, “I know it is always best to follow you like a small child, but why
is it that I believe what is best for me rather than you who created the universe?”
God said, “I gave you free will, and it is your nature.”
Man said, “Why would you give me such a gift that creates at times so much misery in my life,
and could send me eternally in the flames of hell?”
God said, “I chose you to be my child, all you have to do is follow.”
Man responded, “Is it really that easy? …then why do I make it so hard?”
God remarked, “Life is only hard if you choose it to be that way.”
God continued, “Life is whatever you believe it to be, easy or hard, free and empowering or perhaps
 imprisoning, it is whatever you choose it to be.” “If you want it to be the best, then just follow me.”
The man remarked, “I will try!”
God smiled, “I will give you strength, and enough faith to believe in you and in me.”
Grateful, the man said, “Thank you Lord!
And God remarked, “I love you and I always will, just listen to me and your life will maybe not always be easy, but you will partake of all the greatest fruits… love, peace and joy. Go in peace, and by all means always follow me.”

October

It is October, September has been swept away and the summer is long over.  While gazing at the changing colors in the leaves in the hills, they seem to shout out a million small goodbyes.  The lake water is no longer warm and the breezes seem to always originate from a northerly track rather than from the warm gulf-stream.  As I hike high up in the hills, the trees remind me of their long standing presence from season to season over the course of a multiplicity of years.  They have witnessed a collection of good seasons and bad seasons, but yet they still stand.  If they could speak to the history they have beheld.  Their fortitude is a testament to our need as humans to persevere. 

 In the mornings, the steamy fog arises from the surface of the nearby lakes high into the morning sky causing the hills to appear as if they are yawning… awaking if you will to the dawn of a new day.  The mid-day sky seems so clear, crisp and bright as the blue hues awaken and insight enthusiasm within our souls.  And each evening, the beauty of nature explodes across the horizon with so many wondrous colors that fill the sky before the darkness of evening arrives.

So it is October, the last of any lingering summer days to tell us goodbye, and with it a time to reflect upon the great gifts we have all been provided in this life, and proof God is indeed alive.

'Dream Dust'

Dream dust is the longings of our heart’s unrealized desires. 

It is the lover’s lips we never kissed, even though in our dreams we kissed a thousand times. It is the hands we never held, those special ones we never held tight. It is a vacant place within our souls where we stand on the edge of the abyss gazing into the distance.  It is found only in a private personal space only known to ourselves.  It is found in a dwelling place within our minds that only we, know all too well.  It is not necessarily always a happy place, as it is the storehouse for unrequited love.  It is the lover’s we knew and are no longer in our life; it is the hands we held for a moment and lips we kissed which were never ours to really to softly touch.  Dream dust is our most sought-after visions we stored away in lieu of new directions.  It is found only within the locked domicile of our mind where our heart’s expressions have perished for the sake of perhaps life’s greater good.  It is a place where we keep the memories of those eyes that momentarily locked with ours glancing at each other revealing a glimpse of our soul's longings before walking away.  Perhaps we should act on every impulse realizing the urgency of living in this life before it is too late breathing our last breaths, and it is more than our dreams which have turned to dust.

 

 

Magic Hour

It is magic hour, the last hour of the day, at least the final moments of dusk before the sun slips away to the other side of the earth.  It is the conclusion of a day when the western sky is decorated with a million vibrant colors and we are able to reflect upon this day, our own lives, and the future.  Magic hour is an hour of meditation when we are taken away from one reality to the reality of the moment that this is our life we are living now, and must take advantage of every minute.   The sun is disappearing away into the horizon; and we just want to stop to silently gaze into the abyss as we wish time could be captured and re-lived over and over as we will never retrieve this moment again.  We realize life is so valuable we must live every minute with urgency as we discover our life is sacred to be lived as an emergency before our time of shining on this earth slips away as well.

As we view the many luminous colors decorating the clouds, we choose to enter the inner-recesses of our minds seeking out every corner and brushing away all the un-necessary trivia and choosing to only consider what is significant.  We choose thoughts of loving and giving.  We rediscover what we were created to be rather than what we have become.  We select to become more worthy and realize we must live the dreams most prominent within our souls.

In this hour, we are reminded to seek out to be with those who value life and each other with the same veracity as ourselves. We pursue not necessarily perfection, but fulfillment based upon a sense of completion which can be defined by our set of standards.  We live by our own baseline of achievement if you will, recognizing we cannot allow the moments of our lives slip away; but rather live them creating a large volume of memories to be captured within our minds and those with whom we share them.

It is magic hour, the last hour of the day, an hour to dream of possibilities.  It makes no difference if we are alone gazing into the distance or with someone special side by side perhaps holding their hand realizing together the significance of the moment.  Life is sacred to be lived as an emergency before our time of shining on this earth slips away.  Love, and go and live your life.