At the center of my being is a lighted room where soft things grow. Soft, is a power not understood by my conditioned mind. But when I stand in this lighted room, I become sure. Sure from a sense of being whole. Sure, of being where I need to be and never searching.

Curiosity is not a search, it is discovery. When I stand quietly knowing my sureness, I am open with curiosity and see a world that erupts around me in a panoply of discoveries. They are brought to me as gifts that fill my pockets, that confirm my thoughts, that fulfill my dreams. They bring Color to the blank page on which I place a brush.

All my happiness is found when I think the opposite of what I’ve been told since I am on earth. Isn’t that interesting?

There is in this moment, free of past and future, a fluid creative presence that overflows from abundance. I know it is myself. I live and breathe for only one purpose: expression. And mine is unique in all of Forever. Unique and beautiful and good.

I am asked only to be myself. To act from myself. To give to myself. To trust myself. This is not selfish–it is the way of things. I am Life’s sacred Self. Sacred in all my ways. I must be home with myself at all times to receive all I am. And reveal it.

{Some days, knowing there’s more and feeling “stuck” on earth, just gets to me … )

Where am I?

Since my birth I am disconcertedly disconcerted before a door that now faces away from me and is firmly shut. It is a slight door and very small; so small, in fact, most don’t know of it.

I dearly want to open it and regain the spaciousness beyond but too many things said, heard, and so often believed, impede my confidence and courage to even tell myself what I know of that spaciousness.

And so must end … this … fizzled … out …. post ….

Up there, a sun is giving a moon its light.

I have never wondered where light comes from, I brought it with me. It followed me unable to stay behind and disappear. It stayed because it is what I am. I am a sun and the earth is my moon. I am reminded of this when I look up.

I start the morning with a pen in my hand and my heart quietly stirs. Listen, I’m told, let something do the work. Remember, Something, has done the work and it isn’t your mind.

Words come. Questions from my longing are answered. And all I did was listen.