Who will stand for what’s right, being the voice of compassion, love and justice in a world where not everyone hears? We are waves of energy. Each wave creates futures for many. After life spans come and goes to partake in the pleasures of physical existence, waves continue. Do we intend health for all in past~current~future or to disrupt ourselves in a I win/you lose paradigms that silently torture all in some way?
We are in this together because we are one another. If you look carefully into yourself, anyone, you find wave upon wave of energies. Energiesare experienced in deep inspiration that becomes sensation which becomes emotion which becomes visuals. To find the truth of this you may have to go backwards.
Sit silently. Discover the visual is on top of a emotion which is actually a sensation in motion dissolving. Under this is a fresh current coming from and returning as one source LOVE.
A natural tendency to discover what is of love and goodness for all involved is apparent in this silence. There will be new ways that come from a fresh start when we surrender to who we are instead of over-willing it. Our capacity for love is endless. The ability to feed, shelter and provide for all is limitless.
How does this apply to personal problems? Fully. In this discovery much is given to you. If you have been going to the well for what yo do not need, you may see and find what will give you great grace. If you need support, call for a session at 831-477-7007 and ask for Dr. Laurie Moore.
Here is a poem about that with some humour and inspiration for you.
Transferable Qualities
On an impulse, I traded in my foreign currency for mercy,
my year’s itinerary for kindness,
my laundry for joy.
These transfers left me pretty and styled within,
whimsical without,
fresh, unknowing dangling, so I sought grace in the alphabet.
Words spilled from my wet tongue and never came back around.
Dried out, I sang out for love from my Maple tree
who rested her shoulder in full trust,
only on wind.
When my soft feet screamed in pain
(I had traded my shoes for a listening ear) I blamed.
Later realizing, the earth and pink of my aching notes was mine to carry a ways….
I opened my own chest to find the scent of cherry blossoms in my own palms
as my own hands reached in for the openness.
I carried myself to the well in search of what I did not need. Afterwards,
knowing the song of my body was made of water,
later finding, One who had carried me to myself, in pink velvet blankets.
I cried out a symphony of crashing edges and bruising drums,
all in exchange for a friend,
while friends surrounded me like a surplus of Autumn leaves
bathing the Earth with kind tidings.
Wherever I looked, my heart
with every breath, chirped
deeper inside to you where I am,
with a rhythm that only One
could give,
who gave me every arrangement of words possible transformed to one song!
My ears become thin pillow cases full of coincidences.
Monday my life is a hummingbird letting go her hymn.
Tuesday I am a scrabble board upon which these feet tap dance and no longer beg.
I traded in my complaining for some eggs (I was hungry; it can’t always be poetic and mysterious).
If you are made of cotton come rest in my words. I’ll soften your way.
If you are made of feathers come fly in my dreams. I’ll dream you.
I have everything we need in these letters of completion I traded for fullness.
I trade myself back where we meet to leave as we arrive.
Laurie Alison Moore (Dr. Laurie)
2009
My Friends,
We are meeting in a breath that is going as she comes. What shall this be filled with? In the facing it turns out, LOVE is here.
If you feel inspired but cannot turn this into practical life, call for a phone session (or come in).. I will assist you to transform self defeating habits and to create what you seek with relationship, the body and your life as a global participant.
Love and Blessings,
Dr. Laurie
831-477-7007
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