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Being Led By Love
What do the words "Being Led" mean to you? Love?
For me it is holding the hand of someone.
It is a leader of a country, that has a yearning to work with the people, gathering them
together for solving problems and building a trust between all nations.
It is being led with the heart, respecting and caring for everything in this life.
Wow, that sounds like love. There are different degrees of love, as in a manner of it or in a place for it, but love is love, in all its form.
If we grow up fe… Continue
For me it is holding the hand of someone.
It is a leader of a country, that has a yearning to work with the people, gathering them
together for solving problems and building a trust between all nations.
It is being led with the heart, respecting and caring for everything in this life.
Wow, that sounds like love. There are different degrees of love, as in a manner of it or in a place for it, but love is love, in all its form.
If we grow up fe… Continue
Posted on January 29, 2009 at 8:07am —
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Yes it is snow also in my country, butbinside our hearts it is still warm♥♥♥
May your day be full of wonder and awe, my your heart sing nothing but love songs and may you words speak the same. With love, light, kindness, harrmony♥♥♥Soul Cages
The cage that held my heart was made of fear.
I thought that it was a good thing.
I thought that it would protect me from harsh
words and pain. I thought that "they" built it,
I forgot that I built it to be my mask,
the mask that would make me acceptable,
likeable and a good citizen.
The sun rose and the sun set and I measured
my worth by how much I had been fed, how much
food I had saved for tomorrow and how beautiful
my clipped wings were today.
The sun rose and the sun set and I reasoned
that I must be happy because I was safe,
warm and breathing.
A dark & stormy night arrived and the lightening
we were taught to fear shattered my world.
The fire that swallowed my home and stole my
beauty had left me till last. It ate into my
cage and gave me the power of choice.
I could choose to be devoured or I could choose
to command my paralyzed body into the darkness
of the unknown. I chose darkness.
My New World, beyond the ashes, taught me hard
lessons and often I longed for the comfort
of my cage. But the beauty of this greater
world nurtured my hunger and soothed my
tired wings that were still too clipped to fly.
The sun rose and the sun set and I measured
my worth, neither by the lack of beauty of
my retarded wings nor by the lack of food in
my belly. I found my worth in the one thing
the fire could not take, could not scorch.
This was the gift of the fire; it found the
part of me that was hidden behind a cage of
illusion, it was there all along waiting to
be remembered.
Just when the days of suffering and longing
felt like a burden too great, a grand bird
flew in (just as he agreed he would do in a
time long forgotten). I learned to fly again.
Now as the sun rises and the sun sets for
the world below me, I choose whether it will
rise and set for me. The horizon that once cruelly
teased my clipped wings now bends to my
will as I fly. My shadow still returns when
I touch the ground, as this I have learned
is the way of this world.
In the highest places I have found a New World,
a world where even the sun does not set,
but where it burns from the heart of an
eternal day. You may wonder what keeps a bird
such as this, which knows the bliss of eternal
day coming back to a world of shadows, and
I'll tell you. It is the music he hears.
The sweat music of a million hearts still
in cages calling for freedom.
As natural as it is for a bird to want to fly,
so does your heart ache to be free to experience
the greatness of who you really are.
Until next month dear friend- fly!
Have a wonderful week,
Love, Rain
Thanks for the awesome comments and blog.
Peace and joy,
Joe
Wishing you wondrous jourenythis Golden New Year filled with love, light, peace, laugh, kindness, compassions and blesed with abundant joy. I honor dicvine in you.Welcome to the healing place! Glad to have you here.
Peace and blessings to you,
Joe