Journey to the Divine via Mind~Body~Spirit
Episode 1: Sexy Poets Summer Series:
Original poems by Sandi – O’vehlu
Turn your eyes on me
the depths are as deep
as a root of
a tree
Reach out your arms toward
a love earth-bound
the trunk is silent
doesn’t make a sound
Bark, calloused, and weathered
skin shivers at the
slightest touch
Is this too much…
Continued on Spotify – click it or miss it… (Many blessings… Sandi)
It’s the sweetness from your lips
your salty glistening
sexy sips
what is this?
what did I miss?
here, under my rock
not a sound
not a hiss,
what is this?
What the heck, it’s all so strange;
those foreign
moments of bliss…
Listen to the rest on Anchor…
Many blessings folks – be good to others, be good to yourself. Sandi
Hi Folks!
I’ve been putting this off for a bit… ok, since I published my novella in 2017. The thought of doing an in-person book reading(s)/signing(s) terrified me. I self-published this book. I was the writer, editor, proof-reader, and I designed the jacket. This is my third book. My most important one. I decided to do a book read for the first time, on Anchor.
I’m loving recording my podcasts, and thought, well, why not? If not here, now, then when?
The next 36 days: book reading on O’vehlu podcast!
Join me on my journey! I will be posting (also here on WP) for the next 36 days, reading 36 sections in my novella; in case you find an episode title (section) of the book that might catch your attention.
Thanks in advance for stopping by folks!
To listen to my first episode ‘Outcast’, click here!
Many blessing folks! Sandi
It feels like a doodling day for me today. It’s cloudy out here in northern New Mexico, and we are all accustomed to a lot of sun. The color blue is my favorite; one reason, it is immediately calming for me to wear, or see the color blue.
As I work though personal issues, and face crazy obstacles that come out of the blue… (get it? 🙂 ) I am drawn to all practices that promote peace and healing. They say the opposite of war, is peace. I tend to have tons of conflicting emotions and thoughts at once. As I work through this dilemma, I find that the more positive and fun things I can do to get me out funks, the better!
So, I created a fun doodling video, and will do more in future, because I have fun doing it. I got cut off because my camera battery went low on me. So, below is a pic of my finished product:
Have you doodled today? 🙂
Many blessings, Sandi
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
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.
O'vehlu 