At the moment, creativity has no limits. I am freeing my inner chaos into lines, shadows, and shapes: Divinedoodleits, and words... Does it really matter how inner-work shows itself?
Keep creating folks, divine inspiration is everywhere! Your journey has no beginning and no ending. Share with others' your inspiration, be it through art, music, jewelry, gardening, or whatever form it comes in!
Many blessings 🙏🏼, Sandi
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.
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.
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…
“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
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.
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.
Today, as I tried to wake up to a new day, I had to try extra hard to reel my negative thoughts back. For some reason, they showed up like an invited guest – the problem is, I didn’t invite them. As I dragged them back, I realized that it didn’t need to be that hard. Or was it?
Thoughts are like dark matter. I know they exists because they swirl around in my head. The light is what shows that black is there. The power of thought is very tricky. Mine wreaked havoc for a bit, and then they went somewhere else. The truth is, or so I tell myself, if stars shine bright in the universe, then they are like positive thoughts. The ones that drive me to see the brighter side. The ones that remind me it’s difficult to be human, but it’s not all that I am; human.
There’s this whole universe of beauty, miracles, and immense divine everything that permeates our reality. Today, I thank God for one more day of breathing, thinking, and being. Being in every moment as each negative thought explodes into the dark recesses of my being, only to be lit up again by my many stars.
Thanks for visiting folks. I look forward to my next 39 days of faithful observance during lent, 2021.