Monday, October 16, 2006

Tom Farley




If I could find my cell phone, I'd call you and tell you:

I love the color and shimmer of your wings.

Thank you for being one of my own.

Namaste`,
Connie

"There are angels whose only job is to make sure you don't get too comfortable and fall asleep and miss your life."
Brian Andreas storypeople.com

Friday, October 13, 2006

The Fifth Chakra



A year ago I began a journey into the shadow side of my character. As a guide and Totem animal, Black Panther walked beside me. As a woman/child who creates daily, her own little world of color and light, the shadows were a very scary place for me to go.

It started with an intensive weekend workshop that sold me the idea of learning what my soul journey was all about. I am happy to report that I learned the lesson. The lesson is

GO IN PEACE TO LOVE.
AND SERVE MY GOD.

Grateful am I to have graduated from deep rooted desires to sabotage my journey, to the next rung up the spiritual ladder where the will becomes stronger than desire. This is the lesson of the 5th Chakra; the color blue, the shade of Virginia sky. Divine will and the will of desire live in the same place! At the base of our neck, through the voicebox, up the throat, words spoken, never to be revoked. Oh, the leap off the cliff of desire? the padded landing I enjoyed? Thrilling, to say the least, a sensual reminder of the excitement the human body is capable of experiencing.

Ultimately, the shadows taught me to choose love over physical desire, for today anyway.

I love people, I always have. I believe in a basic good nature in all human beings. I believe we choose our paths with free will but with a hand of divinity on our shoulder, whispering "turn left here", "slow down", "pedal to the metal to make this yellow light". If we are fortunate enough to hear the voice of god with humility and more silence than wagging tongue, the path has the capacity to become very clear and gorgeous. This anyway, has been my experience.

For this I am truly grateful.

Coming and going,
In Peace,
Connie

Monday, October 02, 2006

Mist

What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
Book of James Ch 4


And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of.


William Shakespeare