faithful forty: day 12

Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay 

The kindness of humanity never ceases to amaze me. And today Sunday, the last day of February, 2021, we head into another month. I’m reminded by the generosity of people in the unlikeliest of places. About a month ago, I found myself in a store in northern New Mexico called Bode’s. Bode’s is located just across the street, next to the heart of Abiquiu. Some folks call Abiquiu, Georgia O’Keeffe country. Namely, because the renowned artist is an icon around these parts. Abiquiu Inn just city blocks away, (country style) has a nice restaurant, and gift shop and next to that, is the Georgia O’Keeffe Welcome Center.

Bode’s is located approximately, one hour, or 53 miles north of Santa Fe. It’s a mere ten miles from where I live. Picture this: you forget that your bank is mailing you a new debit card, because yours has been compromised by thieves. So, you walk into the store, and when you go to pay, your card is declined. The nearest town is about 35 minutes away. You remember that your new card is on the way.

That’s when the cashier understood my plight; my new card was on the way, but I forgot, and their ATM is not in working order. She kindly put in the few dollars I needed to complete my order. Her kindness reminds me of how I offered a little extra help when someone in front of me at a store was missing a few coins or dollars they are shy of. Some people accept this kindness, but others, fish for the remaining coins in their pockets, purses, or run back to their cars for the change (which I’ve done on a few occasions).

I love living in the country. I am a native New Mexican, and though I have lived in different cities, in other states, I always come back home. This is why: the sand of New Mexico runs through my veins – small towns, huge hearts. But more importantly, the kindness we show each other regardless of where we live is a great way to pay it forward 100 times over.

Happy Sunday, many blessings, and BTW, I’ve included links to Bode’s, Santa Fe, Georgia O’Keeffe Center, (currently closed to the public) and Abiquiu Inn. Enjoy! -Sandi

Faithful forty: day 11

Brain overload

Ok. Okay… I’m done trying to figure out the crazy sh##, we’re all watching, listening to, and shielding our eyes from. Okay, me. My eyes, my ears; words – media and otherwise. I like watching YouTube. I enjoy so many of the cool videos out there. And I catch myself watching news clips. CNN, CNBC, NBC, PBS, WP, and the list goes on.

On top of all that, my brain grapples with multi-dimensional theories and experiences. Like, what if God is us, and we are God, and we are so miniscule in God’s form, which is formless, that we can’t even be detected in a microscope? That we are God’s cells. That we are the space in the dark energy in the universe/multiverse…

No. I’m not trying to start a religious war of any kind. I just simply look at the miracles around me. How every morning I wake up, I’ve already had a glimpse of my future. My past, long gone. How my fur-kids lavish me with love I sometimes don’t deserve. How my brain can be on a negative track, and then just like that… I’m smiling again. I have hope. Faith, that in the midst of all of our global crisis’ we will survive, but not just survive, THRIVE. Yes, my brain hurts. But I can’t imagine what would happen if I didn’t have one. I guess I wouldn’t have a blog, and you wouldn’t know I exist. So much for existentialism. Especially, when you live it every day.

So, here’s to nothingness, and everythingness… Many blessings, Sandi

Faithful Forty: Day Ten

Nia and Coda

Need I say more? 🤗

Apparently my fur-nieces do…

Nia: ‘Im the one to the left, my sis, Coda is my chin rest. She’s my playmate, and confidant, (is that a real word) and I just want to say, love those around you. Support and be there for them. Life is too short. (Cliche’s are fine for now.) 💕

Coda: I’m older now. Have more experience than my little sis. I don’t need cliche’s, but I will say this, ‘lean on me…’ which I believe is a song. Need I say more? 🤲🏼

I love these girls, they’re so wise! Many blessings, Sandi, Nia, and Coda.

faithful forty: Day nine

Building bridges:

I’m not an engineer of any kind, but I try to engineer my life as best as possible. Bridges allow us to get from one point to another, because there’s too wide a gap to get to the ohter side otherwise.

As I continue to observe lent 2021 in my own way, I realize more than ever, and most especially with COVID-19 being a constant threat, how important it is to be the bridge for others. It amazes me how often I will run into a situation involving family, friends, even strangers, that I allow myself to be the one to connect whatever needs connecting, to get things done.

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

If you can, will you be the bridge for another person(s), because you know it will make a big difference, for something seemingly inconsequential, then will you?

Today, will you ask another if you can help in any way? Will you smile with your eyes because you’re wearing your mask, but you want that person to know, there are good people out there?

Today, I challenge you: will you be someone else’s bridge?

“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.” -Mother Teresa

Many blessings, Sandi

Faithful Forty: Day Eight

Faithful Forty Poetry

The churning
and burning
of bright light
leads me here in great delight

Test of time
is the first
poetry line
your inspiration purely divine

I gather my
hands in prayer
as I peel through
every layer

And humbly show
gratitude
for every word
comes from you

@ovehlu

faithful forty: day seven

I was looking for a specific pic in my camera, and I found this: a bizarre distortion of my cactus, window, which is much bigger than shown, my salt lamp, and the heat stove. I don’t remember taking this, but it’s somehow perfect for my day today.

We can see what we think we’re seeing, but others may have a totally distorted perception of what we’re showing them. Even if I had intentionally set out to snap a pic of this scene, I would have not used it. As a matter of fact, the more I think about it, I wouldn’t have taken it at all. But here it is; God has an excellent sense of humor…

It’s also the same with words we say out loud. The one’s we intend for other people to hear. But, they can hear something all together differently. I find myself repeating what I said, and wonder if I didn’t say it clearly enough. But it goes both ways – I think I hear something clearly, and understand it, only for the other person to get frustrated because that’s not what they said!

Who’s right? Who’s wrong? Communication is a strange process. As humans, we rely on clear communication, but it doesn’t work out that way. I guess I’m thinking today is a day of distortion. And though God has an excellent sense of humor, I’m hoping it’s a day thing. I’ll even beg if I have to, and I never beg…

Many blessings,

Sandi

faithful forty: day six

Daily Sacrifices

“Putting up with any sacrifices that are asked of us in our day-to-day lives becomes a slow martyrdom which purifies us and raises us up to the level of the supernatural, through the encounter of our soul with God, in the atmosphere of the presence of the Most Holy Trinity within us. We have here an incomparable spiritual richness!” – Fatima Visionary Sister Lucia

faithful forty: day five

The deep blackness blanketed me. A vortex bubbling underneath me, as if to remind me I can be swallowed. But instead, shards of wide and encompassing light shown through; the pictures emerging clearly, only to be obscured by shadows.

A clean piece of paper. Words written on it that can’t be read. A language spoken by God. This language passed on to angels. The words and symbols get sharpened. And events on the page take on a chaotic, fogged image. The remaining light and shadows, zero in on more symbols, and words. I don’t know what this means. Only that it churns with intensity and power. As if I have to understand it. Yet, I can’t, yet I do.

I got here in this place, because I relaxed my entire body and quieted my mind. My brain became the cauldron of thought, experience, and wisdom shown from God. An outpouring of divine truth, written not in the stars, but a stack of papers. I heard nothing as I lay still. The night stretching into morning, a future I don’t know yet exists. A message one of many, directly from God.

Do I hear His voice? Yes, but it’s not like a human voice. The words are in English, the language I do speak and understand; the meaning foreign and yet familiar. The words on paper not written in ink, but with something else. What does God want to tell me? Is He answering my plea for answers?

As the dark expands, it closes in at the same time. And the vortex becomes an opening. The words, letters, and symbols becoming clearer as if magnified intentionally. Dragging over each patch of knowledge like a sweeping light in a lighthouse, only it’s within me – my entire being.

They look like actual letters of our alphabet. I think I understand.

But maybe that’s the beauty of meditation. Maybe It’s the intention I set. Not to understand words in language understood or spoken, but to experience the magic of getting there. The vast universe, maybe multiverses, and the beauty that exists within them. The violent energetic currents that make, and end stars. Black holes that can’t be seen but admired from a distance as the hole devours everything on its path. The convenience of not having to make a shuttle or aircraft to get to space. That we can touch it with our minds without having to ever leave our physical bodies as we are in them.

It dawns on me now; how truly vast and miraculous God is. In fact, it’s not knowable really. An existence that is not or never will resemble humanity, yet we are His creation. I stumbled upon this form of meditation and I don’t know if I can experience it again. It took a lot of energy and openness to get there in the first place. And in the end, it’s not about a repeatable experience, but rather a successful one. A sacred bond, with no limits. Blessings.

Faithful Forty: day Three

Give a little…

There’s no doubt about it; COVID-19 has upended our lives – globally. But also, in so many other ways: personally, emotionally, financially, mentally, and everywhere in between. The way we communicate with others, is one of the biggest and most challenging times for me.

They say, ‘choose your battles wisely’. In the last few days, I’ve had to do just that. The issue lies with what the consumer needs, vs. what they can actually get. I would like to express great gratitude to front-line workers’, who put their lives on the line daily. They do so with open hearts, and open minds; morphing into super flexible beings.

But what of those who don’t? Morph into super-caring flexible, want-to-help beings? Unfortunately, my battle has been ongoing for a few days this week with such individuals. In the end, it’s not about winning. It’s about proving a point: if a person has grown bored, tired, nonchalant, or otherwise apathetic, it affects how a person performs their roles in the workplace.

The lesson I’ve learned today most especially, is that a problem is solvable. Period. Working together to make things happen has never been so important these days. So, I’ll keep on keeping on.

Stay well, safe, and healthy folks!

Many blessings,

Sandi