Bring It On

As Hallowe'en 2011 becomes another memory filed away in my vast collection of time warps ... I find myself unusually eager for the parade of holidays to begin.

Is it the holidays that bring us the joy that we feel when immersed in their magic or is it we who provide the magic for the season? Much like the proverbial chicken and egg, it all depends on how we approach it I think.

One thing is for sure and that is the fact that we are a species that must have love to exist. Whether is the healthy nurturing love of friends and lovers, or the love of life itself we are creatures of purpose. To be without purpose is a terrible thing I believe - to have no purpose is a lonely and desperate place to live.

As I look around during these passionate days of celebration it is the desire to express love and kindness that seems to permeate the days and nights. The harvest festivals tell us that we have done well in growing the seeds and nurturing each other through a warm and fruitful summer. A thanksgiving for all the things both large and small that have made us better people and filled our cups with the wine of remembrance in the cup of humkan kindness.

As the sun light dims in the months ahead I find comfort in knowing that I will be warm and secure in the arms of all the special friends that I hold dear. What a joy to wake up on a sun lite morning in December knowing that you are loved and that the people you have worked with over the past year are there for you and each other in turn.

As I remember all the past holidays that I have spent with friends old and new I can't help but feel blessed and full with delight that no matter what happens in the future, and I find it very bright this year indeed, there will always be the echos of the past that fill my soul with the wonder and magic that makes this life a very special place to live for sure!

So bring it on! Bring on the holidays with their songs and toasts to life. Bring on the parties and celebrations. But most of all, bring on the joy of human kindness that is sometimes lost in the shuffle but reconstitutes im this most magical season ...

Islands in Lifes Stream

I stood and watched the gentle stream as it grew more turbulent it would seem

It wound its way through mounds of earth that caught its essence, caught its birth

It caught its current and made it run ever faster to towards the sun

After the splendor of an autumn day with the sun warming softly the golden hay

The smell of fires in distant trances gives way to love and fall romances

There comes that time of season when earth paints itself for a reason

A royal event to ponder

A regal occasion from which to wander

The smells of autumn entice me and fill my soul with a warm vision of yester morrow

A place in which I can stand, looking forward and to the back

Blending time with memory

And savoring the essences of future past

What do I see in the ether, what spells have I conjured from my life as teacher

Perhaps only snapshots of yesterday, today or tomorrow

And yet maybe a painting of eternity and sorrow

Once I walked on grass and clay but today I tread on pebbles of silver as they lay

And yet the streets of gold still hold me to my humble past

While exploring the magic future that has been cast

Yesterday I meet a golden boy who told me tales of wonder and joy

Ever filling my mind with splendorous light

While giving me sustenance and shinning through my long dark night

So what of the islands and what of the streams that divides our energies and gives us the seeds?

Their constant presence in our perfect world

Give credence and stature to our every word

So here's to the islands in the streams

And here's to their waters, here's to their dreams

May they forever exist to give us the energy of a lovers first kiss?

Falling Stars

I saw a falling star last night it looked as though it were calling, bright ... inviting me to come along and travel to another song.

Life is a song the fills our ears with melodies of wonderous years, always amazingly full, extraordinarily crisp and clear. It is a canvas on which we draw and paint our hopes and dreams, a temple in which we dwel until our souls take flight and brighten up the star lit night. A vessel in which we travel far and wide if only to find the other side. A universe in a milky way a place to love and a place to play.

But cccassionally life grounds us as if to say you are not listening to what I say. Perhaps your dreams have been dashed and it might seem as though your love will never again last, but remember that when all seems dark there is always the possiblilty of a spark to inginte your soul in a blaze of glory forever full of timeless hopes in life's story, a story of love and bliss sublime ... if I take your hand will you take mine?

So before I reached out to that star I remembered suddenly just who we are. Two angels who have come to earth to make a life, two people who have conquered strife. Two entities in the universe who use the sky to travel fast and fly very high. Two shooting stars who have come together to light the heavens in their path and illuminate each other as they pass into endlessness.

We are stars, we are moondust ... we are golden!

Tell me a Story

 

Today I watched as the world around me began to change around me yet again, as forever it does and will always. I watched as life turned and glanced at it's past and cried as I felt fondly for mine as well.

Then I though to myself that it is true for now and for sure, time is not our keeper but rather our cure. Would it be that I could, I would walk in the steps of time once more. Would it be different if you were mine? My answer seemed to be second nature and it spoke to me as a friend and said:

Tell me a story of times gone by
Tell me a story of you and I

Let it come forward from another time
A time that was different when you weren't mine

Tell me your secrets and give me your rhyme
Give me your secrets and I'll give you mine

Tonight the world is still the same and I wonder why I haven't changed. Perhaps it is time that is the victim and it is I who am it's master!

Tell me a story ...

Testing and Tasting the Waters of Life

A friend recently reminded me of a quote by Joseph Campbell, the renowned American mythologist, author and lecturer.  He said that "We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us". Many people have said the same thing in a myriad of ways and I agree completely.

The problem is that in order to let go we must have something to let go of ... It has been said that if we quiet our minds and listen the universe it will tell us what to do but if we don't know what our choices are the decision can be daunting.

I have found life to be a series of hills and valleys. At birth we are dropped either onto a hill or into a valley - the choice is not ours. As we begin to explore our surroundings however we soon realize our situation and it is at this point that we begin our true journey and, depending how adventurous we are, seek out new realms.

Of course it is totally dependant on each individual to make their own decisions lest we become entrapped in the dreams of others and most important to stand firm with our choices once made.
Now that we have established our existence it is time to build our foundation from which we will construct our new life. Until now we were mostly transients moving from hill to valley and thought to thought.

Every foundation is different from the next and it would be good if we could recognize the parameters of our own, which in turn will tell us what we can build on it and just who we invite to build with us.

So here comes the fun part ... Protected and secure in our new home we can relax a bit and enjoy our situation. Time to rest and dream now, let our minds take us to distant shores. Time to test and taste the waters of life and to let them wash over us. Time to swim in the river and practice our strokes before moving on to the lakes and oceans of life.

Know who you are, remember who you were and let life take you to who you can and will be!

I watched the earth from a falling star and thought the distance to be quite far, but as I sped quickly past the Moon my journey looked to be over soon.

Live life in the moment - every moment ...

Lifes Debris

There are times as it sit in my favorite restaurant watching the parade of ancient clientele shuffle by that I think to myself - there for the grace of the gods go I ...

Who do you become when you have forgotten who you are?

As I walk through life these days I can't help but notice the endless debris around me. Fractured pieces of broken dreams that clutter the landscape as far as the eye can see.

How many times have I myself discarded pieces of my life that no longer work or which I no longer need? The trouble with this cosmic debris is that it tends to make a mess for everyone and serves no purpose.

Wouldn't it be better I thought to recycle these fragments and perhaps even use them as building blocks for the future. I have found lately that it is these very experiences in life which we have shed that in fact have made us who we really are.

Much like a reef in the ocean or a mountain range on dry land, we are a compilation of our thoughts and experiences whether happy or sad. We are the thing life has made us and the product of our journey sculpted by our own hands.

Once I thought that I had no choice in my fate, that the universe and karma where the directing forces and I must follow the course. But looking more closely at my every day plight I noticed that instead it was me who had control and that life was merely the ocean in which I swam.

Granted there are powerful forces out there that can be rather formidable but it is we who make the choices every moment of every day that eventually take us to an end or a new beginning.

We are our own destiny ... no one else can be!

Fall Magic

The season has set it's course and the magic now begins. What is it about the Fall that fills me with such happy sadness, joyful remorse and the longing for more?

Perhaps it is that in the Fall I see the end to a years growth, the beauty of a season in the sun and all it's bounty either harvested or laid to waste. A time to reflect on life and all it's adventures ... people who have come into my life and those you have left it. The old and new and the promise in the renewal to come.

As if a gentle hand has found my soul to comfort and console in the dark nights to come. It is the dark and cold nights that bring us a needed rest so that we may regenerate for the season of sun light that follows. It is in this time of hibernation that the soul is set free to wonder and play in the dreams of before and those of today. Holiday magic abounds as if a remedy to he harsh and cold contemplations that find their way into our thoughts in this time of celebration. Pumpkins and Turkeys, Pine Cones and Tinsel feed our bodies and souls in this season of dark light while friends and lovers give new meaning to life.

Funny how much joy can be found when star dust falls and love abounds filling the night with a bright and distant light. While waiting for Spring I can harness the things that give me strength in my plight.

There is magic in the fall ...