Affirmations:
I love being alive.
I awaken each day to the miracle of live.
I feel the magic, see the beauty and hear the love.
Life is a gift of Love to me, for me and from me to me.
Feel the Opening!
(Spring is Sunday, March 20, 2022 at 8:33AM PDT)
Are you feeling it?
Do you see it opening?
Are you enjoying the new light?
Can you see the amazing array of greens?
It seems like we cannot see when we are not looking.
It feels like we cannot feel when we do not open to it.
It appears like there is nothing happening when we are not with what is happening.
Take a chance and do the dance in life.
Yes, I awaken my mind.
Yes, I awaken my senses.
Yes, I awaken my feelings.
Yes, I awaken to Spirit within.
As you breathe, are you receiving the breath?
As you think, are you hearing your thoughts?
As you move, are you feeling the movement?
As you live, are you valuing your life?
Life is a journey with many colors.
Life is an adventure with many sounds.
Life is a feast with many flavors.
Life is a loving embrace from many loves.
How do we miss so much?
Are we not looking at what is?
Are you consumed with what appears and disappears?
Do we look beneath the illusion to see the unchanging truth?
Let us look for the beauty in all things.
Lets us smell the fragrance in the air.
Let us feel the loving touch of life itself.
Let us awaken to our own inner music.
As the light comes up and fades into darkness, let us be aware.
As the sounds from within and without surround us, let us be aware.
As the feelings of inspiration, curiosity and wonder fill us, let us be aware.
The return of innocence and renewal are available simply in being aware.
Spring dances into our lives to awaken us to life within ourselves!
Re-Awakening to Love,
Betty Lue
If you would grow to be your best self
Be patient, not demanding
Accepting, not condemning
Nurturing, not withholding
Self-marveling, not belittling
Gently guiding, not pushing & punishing
For you are more sensitive than you know
Mankind is tough as war
Yet delicate as flowers
We can endure agonies
But we open fully only to warmth & light
And our need to grow is fragile as a fragrance
Dispersed by storms of will
To return only when those storms are still
So accept, respect,
Attend your sensitivity
A flower
Cannot be opened
With a hammer