The heart is the most powerful and impactful in our own lives.. The heart leads the brain. Not the other way around. The heart gives you your intuition, your purpose in life. Yet so easily broken. People love to dismiss your intuition your purpose as they would like you to be placed in a box which they understand, they control. Yet the heart cannot be placed in a box as it will suffer and break down. The heart lives with each and every one of us. It lives to be powerful within your body to reach your soul. When others take control, this leaves you with sadness, depression and a type of death. Live with your heart, never allow others to control your heart. Allow your heat to love and work. Give yourself permission to live the life your were born to do, your heart knows and shares... hugs everyone..by Sonia F Stevens
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Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Real Life with Intergrity Within Ourselves.
Every day we are presented with opportunities to live as if it’s business as usual or to create something exceptional, something beyond who we’ve been, what we’ve imagined, and what we know. Each day is a new occasion to express ourselves, to challenge existing options, to set aside current standards, to question firmly held assumptions, to break or even reinvent the mould.
It’s with that choice that we begin to get at that spirit so unique, so fundamentally who we are that when fully expressed it yields a sheer and spontaneous joy in just being alive—a shift that makes available to us the full possibility of being human.
“The most visible creators are those artists whose medium is life itself. The ones who express the inexpressible—without brush, hammer, clay, or guitar. They neither paint nor sculpt. Their medium is simply being. Whatever their presence touches has increased life. They see, but don’t
have to draw…because they are the artists of being alive…”
The stuff of wars, soap operas, divorce courts, Hamlet, and more all borrow on that equation, as do we. While we might wish we’d left that even-numberedness to our childhood and adolescence, it’s not to be. The dynamic of dealing with issues that are unwanted, yet persist continues to play out in board rooms, neighbourhoods, marriages, and between nations—we justify, we blame, we complain.
Issues that are unwanted, yet persist can be a powerful impetus for change, as evidenced by the progress of human rights, for example. But there’s another world of things that are unwanted, yet persist—things that we complain about over and over, like some aspect of our relationships or jobs that is not working, and yet we find ourselves keeping around.
If we put what’s “unwanted, yet persists” together with “fixed ways of being,” we get what we call a “racket.” It’s a “mash-up” of sorts (a web buzzword). In a mash-up, one web application is combined with another, making both applications more productive and robust—you get something greater than the sum of the parts. If you mash up what’s unwanted, yet persists (which is most likely occurring as a complaint) and a fixed way of being, you also get something greater than the sum of its parts, but in this case, the yield heads in the wrong direction—the combination is non productive or more accurately, counterproductive.
A complaint is some kind of opinion or judgment of the way things “should” or “shouldn’t be.” The evaluative component isn’t a commentary on facts that are true or false, accurate or not, but again how we think things should be. By fixed way of being we mean acting in a predictable and repetitive manner (like always frustrated, always upset, always angry, always nice, always annoyed, always suspicious, always confused, etc.). Whatever our fixed way of being is, it’s not something we have a choice over.
It’s just there—it shows up automatically when the complaint shows up. It’s also worth noting that a recurring complaint doesn’t cause the way of being, nor does the way of being cause the recurring complaint—they simply come together in one package. The whole point here, though, is that it’s a fixed way of being, not a possible way of being.
Although, under closer scrutiny, it turns out we too have complaints—complaints about their complaints. Our matching complaint might show up like, “don’t they understand, don’t they know how it is for me, why are they nagging, don’t they see everything I’m doing for them?” When we complain, we feel quite justified that our response is appropriate to the situation.
We explain the rationale behind our complaints to interested (and uninterested) parties, and point out how pleased we are with ourselves for taking the necessary steps to sort things out—we have a certain fondness for our attempts, for “trying.” We might get our friends, family, or co-workers to agree that we’re dealing with our complaints the best we can. If they point out that perhaps we’re the one perpetuating the problem, we could feel misunderstood, put out, even busted.
Seen from a distance, there can be something almost endearing about how we go about all this—as if it’s part of our authentic and sincere spirit—but actually, our rationale for doing what we do is another thing entirely. This is the camouflage or cover-up part. The deceptive nature of a racket and the allure of the payoff keep us from realizing the full impact rackets have in our lives.
The payoffs for keeping rackets around usually show up in several ways: being right and making others wrong (not the factual kind of right, but thinking that we are right and the other person is wrong), being dominating or avoiding domination, justifying ourselves and invalidating others (attributing cause to some thing or person other than ourselves), engaging in the win/lose dynamic (not “winning” like a celebration with trophies, applause, or congratulations to the opponent, but winning such that someone else is the loser or is lessened in some way).
These payoffs are like facets of a diamond—although one facet might be more dominant than another (and we might deny or not be aware that some aspect of a payoff is active in our case), they’re really all at play.
The pull of these payoffs is often compelling enough to get us to give up love, vitality, self-expression, health, and happiness. That’s a ridiculously strong force. Those costs are the standard fare of a racket. It’s pretty obvious that we can’t be happy, vital, and loving while we’re making someone wrong, dominating someone, being right, or justifying ourselves—one displaces the other. This is where choice comes into the picture.
Rackets, although one thing, have two forms of existence (somewhat like ice and steam are two forms of H2O). One form of a racket shows up as “I am X, Y, or Z.” The second shows up as “ahhh, I have a racket that is X, Y, or Z.” When we are the racket, it shapes and determines our way of being. But when we have a racket, it has very little power over our way of being. We have a choice about what’s at play—about giving up our rackets, our positions, our unproductive ways of being.
When we elect to transform our default ways of being—being right, coming out on top (the even-numb redness, so to speak)—we move to a place of freedom, a place of possibility. The question then becomes: How do I express my life? What would be, for me, the most extraordinary, created, invented life? It becomes a matter of art, of design.
How extraordinary are the everyday aspects of our lives; how rich our lives are, how full of opportunity, when we act on the possibility of living life fully.
When we compromise, even in the tiniest of matters, it’s easier for those compromises to become more and more commonplace. Over time, bit by bit, this erodes our sense of self. It’s like stirring one drop of red paint into a can of white. The paint may turn only the palest shade of pink, and while that might seem barely noticeable—no matter what we say about it—the paint is no longer what it was.
Similarly, when the wholeness and completeness of who we are is jeopardized in home way, albeit imperceptible at first, our sense of ourselves gets obscured, making it harder to return to who we are. When that begins, there’s really no starting point to become ourselves—it’s all flailing around.
The possibility of fully being ourselves occurs in proportion to our being authentic. Living with a pretence, or being afraid that some aspect of ourselves might be found out, precludes any real freedom. Being authentic requires courage.
There is no template to follow, no zeitgeist to read, no known path to success. It’s a matter of courage—a matter of creating possibility. It gets made up as we go along, and it is this shift that makes available to us the full possibility of being human.
Communication, conversation, language are predominately thought of, anchored in our minds, as an expressing, a speaking, a vocalizing. That outward expression goes far beyond talking, far beyond describing or representing reality—it is in fact what allows for “who” and “how” we are in the world.
It’s what allows for the futures we create, where we evoke experience in others, where our ideas become clear and possible, where we share ourselves, and where others are expanded by our participation with them. But speaking is not where things get handled—it’s not powerful enough. The possibility that there’s an edge, the possibility of impact, lies in our listening.
Listening, we often think of as more passive—important, but somehow lesser or secondary. But listening is the clearing in which speaking can occur—without it, there isn’t any speaking. Listening is an action.
It’s way more active than it is passive—it creates speaking. Listening doesn’t receive speaking, it isn’t a receptacle for speaking—it gives speaking. Listening is the possibility for meaning, for understanding. The possibility for being loved lives in one’s listening; the possibility for learning lives in one’s listening. Listening is what allows others to be—it’s where both the speaker and what is spoken come alive, exist, and flourish.
It’s with that choice that we begin to get at that spirit so unique, so fundamentally who we are that when fully expressed it yields a sheer and spontaneous joy in just being alive—a shift that makes available to us the full possibility of being human.
“The most visible creators are those artists whose medium is life itself. The ones who express the inexpressible—without brush, hammer, clay, or guitar. They neither paint nor sculpt. Their medium is simply being. Whatever their presence touches has increased life. They see, but don’t
have to draw…because they are the artists of being alive…”
The stuff of wars, soap operas, divorce courts, Hamlet, and more all borrow on that equation, as do we. While we might wish we’d left that even-numberedness to our childhood and adolescence, it’s not to be. The dynamic of dealing with issues that are unwanted, yet persist continues to play out in board rooms, neighbourhoods, marriages, and between nations—we justify, we blame, we complain.
Issues that are unwanted, yet persist can be a powerful impetus for change, as evidenced by the progress of human rights, for example. But there’s another world of things that are unwanted, yet persist—things that we complain about over and over, like some aspect of our relationships or jobs that is not working, and yet we find ourselves keeping around.
If we put what’s “unwanted, yet persists” together with “fixed ways of being,” we get what we call a “racket.” It’s a “mash-up” of sorts (a web buzzword). In a mash-up, one web application is combined with another, making both applications more productive and robust—you get something greater than the sum of the parts. If you mash up what’s unwanted, yet persists (which is most likely occurring as a complaint) and a fixed way of being, you also get something greater than the sum of its parts, but in this case, the yield heads in the wrong direction—the combination is non productive or more accurately, counterproductive.
A complaint is some kind of opinion or judgment of the way things “should” or “shouldn’t be.” The evaluative component isn’t a commentary on facts that are true or false, accurate or not, but again how we think things should be. By fixed way of being we mean acting in a predictable and repetitive manner (like always frustrated, always upset, always angry, always nice, always annoyed, always suspicious, always confused, etc.). Whatever our fixed way of being is, it’s not something we have a choice over.
It’s just there—it shows up automatically when the complaint shows up. It’s also worth noting that a recurring complaint doesn’t cause the way of being, nor does the way of being cause the recurring complaint—they simply come together in one package. The whole point here, though, is that it’s a fixed way of being, not a possible way of being.
Although, under closer scrutiny, it turns out we too have complaints—complaints about their complaints. Our matching complaint might show up like, “don’t they understand, don’t they know how it is for me, why are they nagging, don’t they see everything I’m doing for them?” When we complain, we feel quite justified that our response is appropriate to the situation.
We explain the rationale behind our complaints to interested (and uninterested) parties, and point out how pleased we are with ourselves for taking the necessary steps to sort things out—we have a certain fondness for our attempts, for “trying.” We might get our friends, family, or co-workers to agree that we’re dealing with our complaints the best we can. If they point out that perhaps we’re the one perpetuating the problem, we could feel misunderstood, put out, even busted.
Seen from a distance, there can be something almost endearing about how we go about all this—as if it’s part of our authentic and sincere spirit—but actually, our rationale for doing what we do is another thing entirely. This is the camouflage or cover-up part. The deceptive nature of a racket and the allure of the payoff keep us from realizing the full impact rackets have in our lives.
The payoffs for keeping rackets around usually show up in several ways: being right and making others wrong (not the factual kind of right, but thinking that we are right and the other person is wrong), being dominating or avoiding domination, justifying ourselves and invalidating others (attributing cause to some thing or person other than ourselves), engaging in the win/lose dynamic (not “winning” like a celebration with trophies, applause, or congratulations to the opponent, but winning such that someone else is the loser or is lessened in some way).
These payoffs are like facets of a diamond—although one facet might be more dominant than another (and we might deny or not be aware that some aspect of a payoff is active in our case), they’re really all at play.
The pull of these payoffs is often compelling enough to get us to give up love, vitality, self-expression, health, and happiness. That’s a ridiculously strong force. Those costs are the standard fare of a racket. It’s pretty obvious that we can’t be happy, vital, and loving while we’re making someone wrong, dominating someone, being right, or justifying ourselves—one displaces the other. This is where choice comes into the picture.
Rackets, although one thing, have two forms of existence (somewhat like ice and steam are two forms of H2O). One form of a racket shows up as “I am X, Y, or Z.” The second shows up as “ahhh, I have a racket that is X, Y, or Z.” When we are the racket, it shapes and determines our way of being. But when we have a racket, it has very little power over our way of being. We have a choice about what’s at play—about giving up our rackets, our positions, our unproductive ways of being.
When we elect to transform our default ways of being—being right, coming out on top (the even-numb redness, so to speak)—we move to a place of freedom, a place of possibility. The question then becomes: How do I express my life? What would be, for me, the most extraordinary, created, invented life? It becomes a matter of art, of design.
How extraordinary are the everyday aspects of our lives; how rich our lives are, how full of opportunity, when we act on the possibility of living life fully.
When we compromise, even in the tiniest of matters, it’s easier for those compromises to become more and more commonplace. Over time, bit by bit, this erodes our sense of self. It’s like stirring one drop of red paint into a can of white. The paint may turn only the palest shade of pink, and while that might seem barely noticeable—no matter what we say about it—the paint is no longer what it was.
Similarly, when the wholeness and completeness of who we are is jeopardized in home way, albeit imperceptible at first, our sense of ourselves gets obscured, making it harder to return to who we are. When that begins, there’s really no starting point to become ourselves—it’s all flailing around.
The possibility of fully being ourselves occurs in proportion to our being authentic. Living with a pretence, or being afraid that some aspect of ourselves might be found out, precludes any real freedom. Being authentic requires courage.
There is no template to follow, no zeitgeist to read, no known path to success. It’s a matter of courage—a matter of creating possibility. It gets made up as we go along, and it is this shift that makes available to us the full possibility of being human.
Communication, conversation, language are predominately thought of, anchored in our minds, as an expressing, a speaking, a vocalizing. That outward expression goes far beyond talking, far beyond describing or representing reality—it is in fact what allows for “who” and “how” we are in the world.
It’s what allows for the futures we create, where we evoke experience in others, where our ideas become clear and possible, where we share ourselves, and where others are expanded by our participation with them. But speaking is not where things get handled—it’s not powerful enough. The possibility that there’s an edge, the possibility of impact, lies in our listening.
Listening, we often think of as more passive—important, but somehow lesser or secondary. But listening is the clearing in which speaking can occur—without it, there isn’t any speaking. Listening is an action.
It’s way more active than it is passive—it creates speaking. Listening doesn’t receive speaking, it isn’t a receptacle for speaking—it gives speaking. Listening is the possibility for meaning, for understanding. The possibility for being loved lives in one’s listening; the possibility for learning lives in one’s listening. Listening is what allows others to be—it’s where both the speaker and what is spoken come alive, exist, and flourish.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
When you're Shining
When you’re Shining
By Sonia F Stevens©
When nothing is lasting forever
When the clouds of disappear
Come’s through your world
When you want to bang your head.
Don’t cry, give your time
Let you faith grow
Let you enter a new life
Give your heart control
Because you might lose your soul.
When your asking your soul why
You can do all and still lose control.
Nothing last forever,
You can close your eyes
You can live in a cloud.
Look around you
See the great things that are there
So what, if people stare
It is you that has to care.
Let your soul shine through it all.
Let the heart that is yours take control
Let you true feeling show
Let your dreams keep on the roll.
Forgive the others as they have not
traveled your path.
Let them shine
But let your life be a glow.
Shine with your heart
Shine with your life,
Let the strife go
Let you live be a glow.
Be the shining light
Be true to your soul
It will be alright
Let your shine glow.
Copyright©2006 by Sonia F Stevens
I found that who I am is unimportant. What I do is more important. Inspire creative passions which you were born to achieve and be, is!
Walls
Walls
By Sonia F Stevens©
We
each have created walls.
It
is because we all have had our own falls.
Some
walls are high.
Some
walls even block out the sky.
Some
walls are thin.
There
are walls, which encumber a rim.
Walls
are thick so nothing will break in.
There
are invisible walls and walls with cores.
There
are all types of walls
There
are so many ways, so many falls.
We
can defiantly make our own walls.
We
learn from our walls
We
all shut those doors on those walls.
Each
person has pain
Each
person has a dark blame
Each
one of us is also to blame
Because
of all these walls,
We
unwittingly make some desirous calls.
These
walls were put up for protection
These
walls are also our rejection.
But
the walls are our own prison
Because,
well all are forgetting our affection...
This
is a major case for reflection
These
walls have to be our own damnation.
We
could never adjust for our own protection.
We
all fear everyone’s rejection.
When
these walls fall down
We
each can turn around.
Come
to terms with all matters of life
To
heal and grow and live a true life.
For,
we each have to live a life
To
turn and learn
To
experience, to dream
We each have the right to live out our
own life.
We
each have the right to speak, to listen, to question,
To
answer, to learn, to teach and even to preach.
We
are all learning, growing, and even showing.
Each,
every single person has a right to live a life.
Each
one of us has the right to give, to ask, to receive.
We
are all worthy to live our own life.
The
walls can be hard
This
is because we learnt hard lessons
Do
not want to remember what was on the agenda
While
we were growing.
Each
wall is different
Spend
time to really care
Spend
time to remember why those walls are there.
Then
take the time to really care
These
walls need your particular care
You
have a chance to soften the walls
You
have a chance to even break down those walls.
Show
yourself that you can really care
Care
for yourself.
Copyright©2006
by Sonia F Stevens
I found that who I am is unimportant. What I do is more important. Inspire creative passions which you were born to achieve and be, is!
Wednesday, January 4, 2006
Flower
The Flower
By Sonia Frances StevensÓ
All things, which were, are nowhere.
All that were dreams are reality
All reality is now dreams of loss
I find it interesting that Dreams are lost
And that you have paid the greatest cost.
I have lost a man who I could call a lover
Only to find out that he has so many others.
I tried to give him hope and love
Discovered the man that was in the body of a friend
I wanted to make his life safe and free
Only to discover that he had to choose
I was the one who would lose.
I saw the man inside and I felt his warm pride
With everything I was the one who cried.
I give him freedom now.
He has his life and he has his ways
For with him he must find how to pay.
I loved a man who was a musician
He saw nothing in me
And that is where it was to be.
The man is now a toy
For others to live their ways.
Because of the games he plays.
I am giving him freedom
He has to choose if that is what he wants.
I paid the cost.
Now it is his time to believe or not.
I wanted his kisses and heart
But to all this he has to want.
He has to live his life.
I cannot live his life.
I can only share his life
If he asked.
My love for him is great
All my friends said he is not worth
All his friends warned me of his ways.
But I saw him as who he is.
I loved him for who he is.
He gave me flower.
A very small flower, It meant so much coming from him.
It meant so much even with his cheeky grin.
At that moment I could not be any more in love with him.
Although I was, because he gave me that flower.
He gave me the power.
CopyrightÓ2006 by Sonia Frances Stevens
PO
Box 174 Southgate Sylvania NSW 2224
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
100 things to be grateful for
The things we can be grateful for are multitudinous – there are truly a gazillion things about life to be grateful for. Following is a list of 99+ things, in no particular order. And I invite you to add to this, or perhaps make your own list. Being in a state of thanksgiving promotes more joy and wellbeing and comfort in our lives!
1) Blazing orange and magenta sunsets
2) Quiet dawns in the darkness of early morning
3) Redwood trees
4) Exotic flowers like stargazer lilies and orchids
5) Sweet dogs and diffident cats
6) Comfy, warm home fires on a cold winter day
7) Neon-green newborn grass emerging in Spring
8) Supportive, loyal friends
9) Giving and receiving
10) Art in all its forms
11) Magical dusk
12) Sturdy strong oaks
13) Strong bodies that move us
14) The beauty of the feminine
15) The first Spring crocus rising up
16) Optimism
17) Positivity
18) Sillyness
19) Gratitude!
20) Family, even the dysfunctional, which is most of us
21) Laughing till your tummy hurts
22) Deep emotion and passion
23) Our guides and angels
24) Turquoise, Crystals
25) Walks in nature
26) A favourite song
27) Dancing madly
28) The golden light on nearby mountains
29) Love , Laughter, Sadness, Venting, Loss.. as to know loss we appreciate what we had.
30) The Big Bang Theory of science
31) Infinity
32) Worlds upon worlds
33) Gentle, sensitive horses
34) A warm latte in winter
35) Clear deep rushing rivers, shallow clear waters.
36) Swimming naked
37) Baby lambs, puppies, kitties
38) Food glorious food, taste, smells, sights.
39) Too many bubbles in a bubble bath
40) The smooth skin of youth
41) Goofy faces
42) Jack rabbits
43) Technology that connects the world
44) Pen and paper
45) Renoir, Matisse, Van Gogh
46) Pungent fragrances of lavender, rosemary, mint
47) Music to rock out to, To rest with. To live with.
48) Wisdom through the ages
49) Dalai Lama
50) Mother Teresa
51) Modern day mystics
52) Playtime especially when we are all grown up
53) Looking at the night sky, photography which takes a moment in time, never to be revisited as exactly the same.
54) Watching a comet travel through the sky night after night
55) Unfurling of a fern frond
56) Water! Drinking it and knowing we are mostly made of it
57) The universal language of music
58) Yellow, Red. White and all the colours which we see, or feel.
59) Scurrying squirrels
60) The bustle and mix of animals, people, cars and bikes in India
61) Stretching our bodies
62) Hugs and kisses
63) Sharing with like-minded friends
64) The whole intricate, multi-layered systems of our bodies
65) Siblings through thick and thin
66) Loving, caring, nurturing mothers
67) Steady, sensible, hardworking fathers
68) Doting grandparents
69) The wonder of birth!
70) Peace, quiet, serenity
71) Cars that transport us
72) The World with all its strengths and foibles
73) The brilliant, flashy extravaganza of Spring
74) The vast ocean – the waves and tides and immensity
75) The mystery and magic of life – all that we don’t understand
76) Scientists and mathematicians
77) Magenta
78) Routines we can count on
79) The fact that our world is spinning and we feel stable
80) Tropical islands
81) Belly dancing
82) Reds. Many shades of red.
83) Melodious singers
84) The beat of drums
85) Enjoying a cool salad on a hot summer day
86) Honesty and forthrightness – people you can count on
87) Silent, exquisite snowfakes falling
88) Blue, and all the myriad of shades of it
89) Eyes that are a window to the soul
90) Smiles
91) Love – agape love, family love, self-love
92) The feeling of joy that upwells from within
93) The Earth’s incredible beauty
94) Purple
95) Other life in the universe that is undoubtedly there
96) Particles and waves dancing and disappearing
97) Confidence and Trust
98) Kind deeds and compassion
99) All the things left off this list
100) Life
101) All the cultures throughout the universe as they all enrich our lives, on many levels..
Earth, Wind, Fire, Water is life
1) Blazing orange and magenta sunsets
2) Quiet dawns in the darkness of early morning
3) Redwood trees
4) Exotic flowers like stargazer lilies and orchids
5) Sweet dogs and diffident cats
6) Comfy, warm home fires on a cold winter day
7) Neon-green newborn grass emerging in Spring
8) Supportive, loyal friends
9) Giving and receiving
10) Art in all its forms
11) Magical dusk
12) Sturdy strong oaks
13) Strong bodies that move us
14) The beauty of the feminine
15) The first Spring crocus rising up
16) Optimism
17) Positivity
18) Sillyness
19) Gratitude!
20) Family, even the dysfunctional, which is most of us
21) Laughing till your tummy hurts
22) Deep emotion and passion
23) Our guides and angels
24) Turquoise, Crystals
25) Walks in nature
26) A favourite song
27) Dancing madly
28) The golden light on nearby mountains
29) Love , Laughter, Sadness, Venting, Loss.. as to know loss we appreciate what we had.
30) The Big Bang Theory of science
31) Infinity
32) Worlds upon worlds
33) Gentle, sensitive horses
34) A warm latte in winter
35) Clear deep rushing rivers, shallow clear waters.
36) Swimming naked
37) Baby lambs, puppies, kitties
38) Food glorious food, taste, smells, sights.
39) Too many bubbles in a bubble bath
40) The smooth skin of youth
41) Goofy faces
42) Jack rabbits
43) Technology that connects the world
44) Pen and paper
45) Renoir, Matisse, Van Gogh
46) Pungent fragrances of lavender, rosemary, mint
47) Music to rock out to, To rest with. To live with.
48) Wisdom through the ages
49) Dalai Lama
50) Mother Teresa
51) Modern day mystics
52) Playtime especially when we are all grown up
53) Looking at the night sky, photography which takes a moment in time, never to be revisited as exactly the same.
54) Watching a comet travel through the sky night after night
55) Unfurling of a fern frond
56) Water! Drinking it and knowing we are mostly made of it
57) The universal language of music
58) Yellow, Red. White and all the colours which we see, or feel.
59) Scurrying squirrels
60) The bustle and mix of animals, people, cars and bikes in India
61) Stretching our bodies
62) Hugs and kisses
63) Sharing with like-minded friends
64) The whole intricate, multi-layered systems of our bodies
65) Siblings through thick and thin
66) Loving, caring, nurturing mothers
67) Steady, sensible, hardworking fathers
68) Doting grandparents
69) The wonder of birth!
70) Peace, quiet, serenity
71) Cars that transport us
72) The World with all its strengths and foibles
73) The brilliant, flashy extravaganza of Spring
74) The vast ocean – the waves and tides and immensity
75) The mystery and magic of life – all that we don’t understand
76) Scientists and mathematicians
77) Magenta
78) Routines we can count on
79) The fact that our world is spinning and we feel stable
80) Tropical islands
81) Belly dancing
82) Reds. Many shades of red.
83) Melodious singers
84) The beat of drums
85) Enjoying a cool salad on a hot summer day
86) Honesty and forthrightness – people you can count on
87) Silent, exquisite snowfakes falling
88) Blue, and all the myriad of shades of it
89) Eyes that are a window to the soul
90) Smiles
91) Love – agape love, family love, self-love
92) The feeling of joy that upwells from within
93) The Earth’s incredible beauty
94) Purple
95) Other life in the universe that is undoubtedly there
96) Particles and waves dancing and disappearing
97) Confidence and Trust
98) Kind deeds and compassion
99) All the things left off this list
100) Life
101) All the cultures throughout the universe as they all enrich our lives, on many levels..
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
You Are Worth The Golden Light
You are
Worth the Golden Light
By
Sonia F Stevens©©
Within
the golden light
These
are words that I will write.
Through
the heart and love of strength,
My
thoughts and life is in God’s golden hand.
Children
are all around
Let
them come up from under all hurt and anger.
Give
them hope and love from us all abound.
Give
them hope and love,
From
Life’s best, that must be found.
Let
their lives be full of love abound.
Let
no others’ keep them bound
In
hurt and shame, because it is unfound.
Let’s
Love be always around.
Within
the golden light,
I am
really bound.
It
is love that I have found.
Giving
love, I am not ashamed.
The
love from my heart is true and sound.
Sexual
pleasure are humanly found,
If
you truly love from the heart,
Then
every single thing is sound.
But
sexually permissiveness with no heart,
Makes’
you an unfeeling, numb, dishonest,
User
of body, so very unsound.
That
is when you get sick and hurtful bound.
Give
true love and true feelings true ground,
And
then always your life will be solid and sound.
Give
you life the golden light.
Give
your heart and love to astound
As
you’re worth it all.
Because
you are really sound.
Copyright©2005
by Sonia F Stevens
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