1 nov 2011 > 16/7 > Tower/Charioteer
What are 3 things that ground you and keep you focused?
Where do you come from?
How does where-you-come-from influence your life?
The morning rises in a golden glow with an edge of coral. It hugs the horizon waiting for the head of the Sun to pushes himself up and into the day. A ritual that happens everyday. Everyday, Everyday. The sky may hold a different expression of the Sun rising limiting or expanding your view and… rise he does. And. I’m pretty sure we are all glad for it.
How do you rise everyday and express your rituals, your pattern of living? Are they working for you? What happens when you do one thing different?
oh… and good luck to us NaNoWriMo writers. Write on. 50,000 words in 30 days
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Patterns, rituals, rhythms
I lay myself out to the beat
Days are like old hymns
Chanted in sequent arcs of life
Not all hymns hold the words
that fill me up with sacred food
to feed my days and nights
Chant becomes chatter
Chatter fears the silence
Silence asks for deep listening
To hear the spiral dance of life
weave the truth of you in the heavens
And what is the truth of you
but the magic patterns of light
reflected from one soul to another
rhyming you to some Divine song
A hymn of praise to the sequent
arcs of life laid out to the rhythmic beat
of patterns that sparkle light everywhere
So mot it be.
