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Good Morning, Afternoon or Evening… Wherever this finds you on the globe,

My apologies for those of you who received this twice. I somehow tried to schedule it and it accidentally went through and then it disappeared.

I am giving you the option of listening to my video or reading my thoughts I compiled today. Chuck from The Reluctant Poet encouraged me to do so, thanks Chuck. If you don’t know him, please visit his site as he is most gracious in reblogging our work. Also, my Dad suffers from macular degeneration and glaucoma as I know some of you do as well, so this makes it easier to read. I hope you enjoy!

Blessings ❤️ Cindy

Peace is not a place you go when you finally lay at your grave. Peace is accepting right where you are.

It’s found in the depths of your soul, when you sit rocking yourself in the corner, in the midst of chaos.  It challenges every aspect of your being, but if you can be gentle with yourself, you can find the corner where there is light in darkness, untouched by shame, sadness and disappointment.  

You might be rocked by someone, but still feel alone.  You might feel the presence of love through God’s hands, which brings solace to your soul, but you may not believe in God or a higher power, and that’s ok, even if you hear otherwise.

When your heart is punctured and you feel blood dripping down your chest or your head pounds so hard, you think it will explode, can you hold yourself lovingly and graciously, like a mother holds her baby, singing and rocking you in the dark night, to comfort you?  If you die in my arms tonight, I will be here while you grieve and take your last breath.  If you are keeled over in pain, I’ll rub your back and see you through. If you are standing at the bridge because you can’t go on, surrender and let go while you let the eagle carry you to shore. If your mind is fractured and you’re cracking, let me be your putty to fill you. If drugs and alcohol poison your body, drink the sweet nectar from the honey bees. You might ask but where are you, I can’t see you?  I’m here right at your side.  I’m the whisper of the wind, the reflection of the trees in the pond, I live inside of you and you in me. I am the top of the mountain on a snowy night that gives you frostbite so you can feel again.  I am the sun that shines deeply sending rays of light to heal your wounds.

I am the light of the moon that illuminates your vision, so you can see again. I am the thunder of the night, to jolt you back into reality.  When you smell the burnt flesh, bake a loaf of bread instead;  break it and eat for nourishment and strength.  I will never give up on you and on your last breath, I will breathe in air to carry your soul to everlasting light. I will never leave you, I’m right here at your side.  Surrender, let go, you are light, it is your mission and plight.

This was written a couple of weeks ago, when so many dear ones I know are suffering all at one time for different reasons.  I wrote this with the hope and truth that no matter where this finds you today, I am holding you in my heart and soul. The power of love can heal you, if you surrender to your shadow side while you hold yourself lovingly. Empty out and feel the love from which you came and are.  I am holding the bridge for you to the other side where light and truth reside so keep the faith. 

I’m grateful for your visit, liking (if you do of course), commenting and or sharing.

I am eternally grateful!

❤️

Cindy

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