There’s mist in mysticism
A foggy darkness
Obscuring a truth we know deeply .
There’s ism in mysticism
An old tradition
Passed secretly through generations .
There’s Nature in mysticism
A force running underneath
Beyond time and space .
Don’t be fooled
Or religious dogma
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if everything was fresh? .
But some things apparently are not. They are stale. They need to be re-freshed. .
What is stale in my life is old patterns. Rituals of self-sabotage performed over and over until they have become ingrained. Stale. I need to be re-freshed.
One day, walking a remote path along a creek in Sedona, I was struck by the beauty surrounding me. I deeply felt a sense of perfect order in nature around me. I was overwhelmed. I said to Nature, “You are so amazing! This perfect harmony is off-the-charts beautiful!” Nature said back to me,” You are part of this.”
Today I learned that it’s possible to love myself. And to surrender completely to God. .
I was looking for a doorway to abundance – particularly to perfect healing clients. I asked my guardian angel to create the doorway for me and to open it. I saw this was done. But something was missing.
Here’s a process/ritual I call Soul Restore. The name comes from the 23rd Psalm – the bit “He restoreth my soul.” In this ritual, you only have two important parts to play – God does the rest. .
Step one is to find an absolutely quiet, undisturbable sacred space. No interruptions. Then get quiet – as quiet as you can.
Seems like a cheap word – like tinsel – adding something to something to make it beautiful. As if it wasn’t already beautiful. As if beauty weren’t totally in the eye of the beholder. As if things mattered.
Life is a magical ride. My life sometimes feels like a tapestry, taking shape with each experience, each relationship, each learning. When I step back, I see a picture emerging. It looks something like this: