Because we need this now more than ever…❤
Why all this darkness?
Why all this fear?
Why all the hateful rumours and unjustified Lies?
Why all the torment, ugliness, cruelty and loathing?
Why am I alone?
Why am I neglected?
Why am I lost in this sea of doubt and anxiety?
Why am I overwhelmed by sadness and despair?
Where is Love in All of this?
Where is Love in All this horror?
Where is Peace during war, strife, anger, resentment?
Where is Compassion in All the exploitation, disregard, and profiteering?
Love is inside Me,
Waiting to be shared.
Love is Within My own Heart,
Yearning to be freed.
Peace Rests upon My Shoulders,
Compassion Lies in the Palm of My Hand,
Pleading to be given away.
Beautiful Artwork found at: rassouli.com
We take so much for granted. So many things that can easily disappear. During these challenging days, I’m trying to remember to be Thankful for the seemingly little things…
For Family and Friends who Support and Love;
For Beloved Pets I’m always thinking of;
For Running water, Fresh and Clean;
For A Soft Pillow and Bed where I may Dream;
For Tranquil Sleep filled with Peace, not Fear;
For Knowing LOVE is Always Near;
For Work to do, though I may complain;
For Life that is (relatively) free from Pain;
For Abiding LOVE, though I Wander To and Fro;
For Challenges so I May Grow;
For the Hungry So I may Give,
Sharing My Blessings so Others May Live;
For Weariness So I may Rest,
For LOVE’s Presence, Where we are Blessed.
Though these days may seem dark, remember that each one of us can be a Light and the Light of a single candle pushes back the darkness.
Beautiful Quote and Photograph found at : http://www.favim.com
This story shares the Power of Hope, Acceptance and Forgiveness through the ideal that you can change the world, if you take Positive Action to Create Change through doing what is Right.
“This author’s writing style is exciting and offers beautiful examples of how to make writing techniques stand out and wrap themselves around your mind….While reading I was entranced in a Fey world that completely swept me away from everyday thoughts. That is the mark of a superior creative mind. I highly recommend this book!”….⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ reviewer READER EDITOR
Join me as we embark into this realm of Light and Dark. Allow your imagination take over as you experience the Jyndari forest and The Fey of the Light’s struggle with The Reviled. Let the Light reach outward from these pages and draws you into on a journey that promises to change your way of thinking.
The new year always brings uncertainty and excitement for me. Uncertainty because there are now 300+ days ahead that are unknowns. Anything could happen. … and usually does. Excitement, because those unknowns could be amazing, wonderful Blessings that will inspire and delight. Almost always, it’s a little of both.
So far this year, I’ve moved from a small 750 square foot condo to an 1800+ townhouse…. pretty nice! …. but I’ve also lost a dear friend to cancer…. not so nice. This is life… balance… the universe keeping things in order. Whatever you may choose to call it.
During the past year I’ve been busy writing my WIP. You’ve heard me talk about it already.
ANGEL OF MERCY is a post apocalyptic, fantasy, romance. It tells the story of life after the first three Horsemen of Revelations have ridden. In the 4th era after the Great Cataclysm (roughly 400 years in the future) the final Horseman, Death, is waiting on the Archangel of Mercy to release him. The Archangel, Tzadkiel, has been sent to earth in human form to find one person who still understands mercy. He had been given 100 years, after which Death must be released. With only four years remaining, Tzadkiel finds a young servant named Lourdes, who exemplifies mercy, but they must escape the harsh ruling dictatorship where she serves and find a place of sanctuary before the appointed one hundred years are spent and Death is freed from the abyss to ride.
It’s finished. It’s been tested by a few choice BETA readers and now I’ve just sent my cover and query letter for Angel of Mercy off to be critiqued before I start sending our official queries.!
Balance. Equity. Harmony. That’s what life is all about….oh… and HOPE !!! In this case, my hopes and dreams for representation by an amazing agent and publisher.
May your New Year bring Hope and Balance as well.
Beautiful Original Artwork by aenaluck
Beyond the barren, desperate plains,
The Weary, Calling to Heaven from earth;
Countless generations Cry in pain,
Breathlessly Awaiting a Royal Birth.
Light and Liberty, Outward Reaching,
Through all the years of Tribulation;
Prophets, Wisdom Gently Speaking,
Foretell Celestial Jubilation.
Across the skies of Darkness, Reaching
Down from Heaven on Bending Wing;
Love Imbued with Harmony, Teaching,
As Vast Choirs of Angels, Triumphantly Sing.
“Lift up your eyes with Joy, not Fear,
For Blessed Love Draws Gently Near.”
Unto those mortals, meek and lowly,
Watching o’er their flocks by night;
Heralding a Birth, Humble and Holy,
Love Shines forth in a New Star’s Light.
Amidst sheep and cattle, quietly Attending,
Laid to sleep within a manger there;
While Praises through the bleak night, Ascending,
Mark the poor and modest Gloriously Fair.
Finding the Child in Bethlehem’s stall,
Humble Shepherds Bow to an Infant King,
Where Heaven, Bending to Bless one and All,
Smiles, while Angels a Lullaby Sing.
God’s own Child sent to Lead and Heal,
God’s Love and Grace, In Flesh Made Real.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Thomas Cole and William-Adolphe Bouguereau
Star Image found at: desktopnexus.com
“Christmas is a time of year when Want is keenly felt and Abundance Rejoices”. …Charles Dickens.
I’m not sure about you or what you think about when you hear the words Abundance, but to me I tend to see the Ghost of Christmas Present, lounging upon his throne of Abundance. “Heaped upon the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, sucking-pigs, long wreaths of sausages, mince-pies, plum-puddings, barrels of oysters, red-hot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of punch, that made the chamber dim with their delicious steam. In easy state upon this couch, there sat a jolly Giant, glorious to see, who bore a glowing torch, in shape not unlike Plenty’s horn.”
OH what a sight to see, Indeed, yet as I sat in the sparkling light of my Christmas tree on Christmas Eve night, surveying the wondrous Abundance that filled my own chamber, (minus the sucking-pigs and wreaths of sausages) I could not help thinking, somewhat, like Cindy Lou Who, who questioned “Doesn’t this seem a bit superfluous?” Please don’t misunderstand, I love spending the day opening presents with family, enjoying the sweet and savoury treats of the season, sipping steaming cups of mulled holiday wine and then, at last, sitting back with a great, contented sigh. I enjoy the hustle and bustle of wrapping and baking and cooking and rushing (well, almost) and I do confess to having said on more than one occasion that Quantity Counts! (In jest of course) (nearly), but how much quantity is enough?
How much is Abundance?
To some this word brings thoughts of expensive jewelry, racy sports cars, (one for each day of the week!), brand name clothing, fine perfumes, Dom Perignon, (Or if you are me, Veuve Clicquot), trips to Italy, Hawaii, or the Caribbean, Belgian chocolates, or anything else you fancy that you, ordinarily, cannot afford. Yet, the kings of old had all these things, (well, in one form or another), Rome was filled to bursting with Abundance and Jerusalem was rich with The Temple of David; still, the Herald of the Heavens, the Glory of the Lord, a vast Multitude of Angels sang in resplendent joy of the Birth of the Saviour not to the Kings, High Priests, Governors, and wealthiest of men, but to those few, poor shepherds who lived in the fields with their sheep.
This small cluster of followers had little Abundance, in the worldly view; they had only what they needed to survive each day: food, clothing, a tent to cover their heads, perhaps, and maybe a musical instrument carved from wood, which they might use to serenade the quiet evenings in humble praise. Nevertheless, what they lacked in material wealth, they made up for in spiritual Abundance. They were rich in their love and kinship; they were wealthy in their appreciation of simple pleasures, of goats milk, perhaps, and wild honey; they were prosperous in sharing their faith and traditions. They were Abundant in all those things that, we too, value above all else: Hope, Faith, Joy and Love.
So whether The Ghost of Christmas Present poured out the light of his shimmering torch upon you and yours this holiday, or whether you celebrated in quiet, homespun holiday tradition, without all the froof, jing-tinglers, and hulabaloo, Perchance, this simple notion might settle softly amoung the gifts under your tree, as it did mine this year: That All the Abundance in the World cannot Shine more Brightly, Please more Completely, or Linger as Enduringly as the Gift the Herald of Heaven brought that quiet night so long ago.
Ghost of Christmas Present found at: pjlynchgallery.blogspot.com
Heavenly Herald found at: blogs.nd.edu
It borders on my Sanity like a perimeter fence, locking out my Solitude, Barring me from myself.
And Chaos Wakens within me, like the Opening Eye of Daylight, the turmoil of My Soul.
Solitude is Beautiful.
Solitude is Violence to my Heart.
Solitude is something, although I have little or any Awareness of what it is exactly;
Still it Exists and is very much a part of me.
Yet it is rather like a Part of Me I could live without, something necessary, but not Vital in sustaining me.
It keeps me from Sharing that which I would rather not Share.
Or if I Would, I’d ought to not.
Or if I ought to not, I rather Would.
Silence And Solitude.
The inner workings of a Heart in Need of more than what it knows it wants,
But that it wants what it knows it longs for,
Ever Seeking that which it cannot find, yet yearns for,
Half of itself, lost in Time,
in Silence and Solitude
for that seeming Tranquility to be broken
Artwork found at : http://www.tekstovi-pesama.com
Where there is an Abundance of words
There is an Abundance of Love.
And where there is an Abundance of Love
There exists Endless Possibility.
Where there is a Profusion of Joy
There is a Profusion of Love.
And where there is Profusion of Love
Impossible becomes Reality.
Where there is a Single Grain of Faith
There exists Excesses of Love.
And where Excesses of Love Abide
Union fashions Tranquility.
In this world of darkness, violence, hatred and cruelty, remember that each grain of sand builds a beach; each flicker of a single candle restores Light, and a seemingly insubstantial act of kindness and love can Change The World.
Shine Brightly my friends! Love Boldly!
Beautiful Image found at : sweetdovewind.blogspot.com
The Holidays are a splendid time of year, filled with cheer, giving, kindness and benevolence we might otherwise neglect to employ; yet, it is also a time of year when many look through the glitter and sparkle and see only shadows of what used to be. Memories can be a funny thing. Though they are of happy hours, they can make us sad; and although they are of joyful moments, they can bring us tears. This holiday season I find myself understanding these conundrums more than ever before as I look around my festively decorated home and find myself missing one who loved this season of the year more than any other. I sit quietly staring at the place she used to sit and long to hear her laughter ringing through the house once more.
Nevertheless, she and those whom you may miss, would Never want us to be sad and would not want one sparkling, shining moment of this Blessed Season to find diminishment, particularly in missing them. Are they not near in every glittering ornament on the tree and through ever gladsome song? Do they not smile through the glow, a sweet reflection of the radiance of where to they have gone that reaches out to touch our quiet hearts? Should we not remember that we are never truly alone when Love has touched our lives and remembers?
Now, you may have other beliefs and you may not entirely agree, but when Love smiles upon us, I believe we should pause to smile back. Perhaps if we did so more often, the darkness of this world would be a bit brighter. Perhaps it might glitter and sparkle like the lights of our countless holiday ornamentation shining out into the bleak winter night. Perhaps through our quiet smiles we might draw those lingering in the shadows into the light, if even for a moment, to bask in the glow and share a contented sigh.
Love is ever present. Not in some far removed, theological ideal, but in Us, should we choose to remember it and share it. A simple act of Kindness; a smile of consolation; an unasked-for generosity; or patience amid the chaos can share that Love in far more powerful ways that we ever may be able to imagine.
May The Glow of the Season Reach out to you through the darkness of these troubled times and fill your quiet world or rush and bustle with Peace and Joy!
“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”
-Edgar Allan Poe
Do we truly ever stop to consider just how far and wide our words and musings travel? How often do we say things before we consider the lasting effect those words may have, on others or on our own lives? Can we grasp the powerful truth that what we speak becomes our reality?
I have listened over the past months to all the raucous noise of hatred and intolerance flooding our media; of friends dividing from friends and loved ones from loved ones over matters that are fleeting, but I have not raised my voice to join the chorus.
Rumi said: “Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”
How right he was, for the Power of our words, whether spoken or written, create change, instill impressions, teach lasting lessons, and take root. I recently stumbled across my own words, which I use on Facebook as part of my profile introduction, and had to pause.
Words are spoken, heard, seen, felt and dreamed.
Indeed they are! In this hour, when unleashed anger spills over our world, near and far; how will we choose to use our words? Will we Build or destroy? Will we mock or Encourage? Will we take aim with Positive or negative energy? For myself, for my writing and the consequence of the same, I will strive to unleash Harmony. Compassion. Tolerance.
“All I need is a sheet of paper and something to write with, and then I can turn the world upside down.” -Friedrich Nietzsche
Human beings are blessed with the rare gift of language, but they are also blessed with a gift called conscience. Regardless of whether you believe in an afterlife or not; heedless of the truth of Karma or the possibility of having to answer for our every action in some measure, the simple reality, in my humble opinion, is this: what we say; notwithstanding how we say it, has a consequence. My words, written or spoken, will have an effect on someone, somewhere, in some manner, and I do not flout that responsibility. Certainly I feel strongly about this or that, but I do not presume I know enough to say that I am right and someone else is wrong.
What if we are all wrong? What if the only Power on Earth and in the vast cosmos over our heads is the Potent Power of a single syllable? What happens if the indelible connection we refuse to accept is the simplest and most complex notion of all.
The Touch of Love is seen in the Miraculous as well as the Simple,
In the Drops of Water upon a newborns head,
In the Benediction o’er a Final Resting Place;
The Touch of Love is Bread in our Hands
And Wine on our Lips,
In Prayers offered beside the sickbed
And in Joyful Laughter at the birth of Life;
The Touch is in the Understanding and Patience Spoken to a Troubled Youth,
And in the Sincere Help offered to One in Need,
It is Heard in the Promise of Unconditional Love
And the Warm Embrace or Handclasp extended to a Stranger.
The Touch of Love is known in the grinding bit of a drill
Searching for Fresh Water In a Forgotten Village,
And in a coverlet offered to a refugee, lost and alone.
The Gentle Touch of Love is Shared through words of Encouragement
To One depressed, discouraged or grieving,
And Through the Compassion of Empathy conveyed
By a Wordless Nod or Gaze.
The Touch of Love is Extended to Each of Us and Shared Through All of Us,
To The World In Need.
Poem inspired and written in conjunction with Pastor Robert Kehrli
Article is my July Morgan’s Musings from Fresh Lifestyle Magazine
Whisper Memory that Breathes
through the Softest Echoes of Rhyme,
Hearts Singing like rustling leaves
Amidst the tempests of rancorous Time;
Hearken now to the Voice of of Calm
Tranquility Interposing the restless Sea,
Wordless caress of shapeless Balm
Soothing strife and calamity;
Touch the Hand of Possibility
Through the Hush that wordlessly Brings
Delicate Splendor of Intrepidity
Soaring High upon the Ethereal Wings
Of Belief that Sees
When Fear bows low
Hope’s Mystery Frees!
The Music and Muse category by Morgan shares Poetry and the Music which Inspired it.
Beautiful Original Music by Thomas Bergersen
Silence comes in Shadows and Rocky Pools
Where Light Reflects the Glimmering facets
Of Hope and Faith,
Courage Shimmering on the surface of the waters,
Even beneath the canopy of Overhanging fear;
Ever Rushing onward
In the ‘plash of the River of Time.
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