Saturday, March 19, 2022

Spring Awakening!


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