They Always Do

They always do: 

and so often it begins here, with just these first few words given to the page - there's been no real decision made on my own, but only a soft request to Holy Spirit for the right words to reach me this morning. They always do, never really a moment's doubt even through a lengthy pause. My writing feels like the first sacred act of the morning. It's immediately turned over to a higher source, leaving me feeling poised and trusting, ready to receive just the right words today. 

there's no rush.

words will arrive, they always do, and so patiently I sip my one cup of coffee for the day - a sacred act too in its way, part of the ritual. This isn't really waiting. It's a pause, a deep act of listening, belonging to the flow of words as much as the actual act of writing. What I'm doing is trusting, more of a prayer, being willing to show up each morning before the altar of an empty page and asking it be filled with only the words received by the highest source of love. 

it's the first real decision of the day.

one I no longer wish to make on my own.

and so I immediately hand it over,

asking Holy Spirit -

⁵What would You have me say, and to whom? (ACIM, W-71.9:5)

a sacred act.

the altar made ready.

and I write.

~

I love you, Eric

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Quietly Forgiving

Quietly forgiving: 

it's the joy of quietly forgiving, with little effort given anymore, but almost a continuous recognition of dreaming the world...and then gently letting go. There are long stretches of time where this is so, an actual length of my day when everything is forgiven. 

also,

not always.

sometimes I'm still lost to a grip of fear that plays out all kinds of scenarios. Most often the dream seems very real, a solid world and life filled with problems. And that's okay too, it no longer tests my faith to have these moments - I'm not looking for an escape route.

I'm just quietly forgiving.

everything.

no matter what appears.

and there's so much joy in this too.

~

I love you, Eric

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Where the Healing Takes Place

Where the healing takes place: 

 so it's clear to me now that the purpose for everything is for the practice of forgiveness. Nothing excluded. No exceptions. The world is a classroom for awakening. Forgiving everything that appears before me is how I wake up from dreaming this particular lesson. 

I don't mean this metaphysically. 

it's practical.

forgive - and let the story go.

the only real lesson here is that I'm happier without holding any grievances, that being free of resentments means I'm ultimately at peace, and with the absence of judgement I allow others to learn their lessons at their own way. There's no rush. Not ever for me. 

and so forgiveness slows my pace to just this present moment.

that's where the healing takes place.

nowhere else,

but now.

~

I love you, Eric

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After All

After all:

being holy indeed, 

so not too many words are needed, 

it's this instant after all -

and every instant...extended on forever. 

~

I love you, Eric

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Forgiving Eyes

Forgiving eyes:

throughout everything, and still, I find myself saying thank you, thank you, thank you - life is so beautiful through the vision given by forgiveness. 

I'm so happy to be alive.

to exists.

and view the world through forgiving eyes.

~

I love you, 

Eric

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Blessed Indeed

Blessed indeed:

for most of my life I've enjoyed exceptional health, having been able to take my body over extreme lengths of displays of fitness, and with every biomarker indicating that all was sound. Today those markers still check true, my health is measurably fine right now. 

and yet I feel like I'm falling apart.

of course there's small issues appearing on a hard worn body. A Trickly left knee, a back that takes careful warm up each morning to feel pain free and ready to face the day. I'm fortunate to have such small issues when so many at this age begin to suffer so much more. 

I'm blessed indeed.

also,

there's an undercurrent of anxiety right now, too sleepless nights alarmingly strung together. There's an issue at hand that my Dr's haven't been able to diagnose nor properly treat. The issue might be my jaw, misaligned from a missing back tooth, and creating pressure and spasms through my neck. At night, laying down, it triggers acute anxiety, as if airways are alarmingly restricted and I ride waves of panic and spasms into a very shallow sleep. If I'm lucky. Many nights are completely sleepless. Some potent anxiety meds proved helpful but short term and some lighter muscle relaxants don't seem to be working very well at all. There's a few doctors appointments scheduled, a dentist and neurologist and I hope for some helpful information and course of treatment. 

but's that's not what this is about.

not really,

this is about forgiveness.

truly so.

how the one dependable thing has been a steady practice of forgiving a growing lists of ails, letting go of a once reliable identity, and settling into a deeper healing now. It seems that forgiveness is the very point of aging, with new opportunities arising daily and in ways I never once imagined. 

what a wonderful opportunity.

I'm blessed indeed,

~

I love you, Eric

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There's Always My Return

There's always my return: 

a release, and then the soft return of breath - whenever it arrives. Such an simple meditation, no deep concentration needed, just the breath and it's natural mantra of the sound "so" on the inbreath and "hum" as it's let go. Yet what happens is profound, a settling in at first, relaxed, and then moments left between breaths, suspended for an untold time in a spacious awareness. 

it's a beautiful beingness.

of course it doesn't last, the mind eventual strays from breath and the rhythm of the mantra. 

but there's always my return. 

away from my meditation cushion, another rhythm is established - forgiveness has it's own natural mantra, soft words of letting go of even the slightest grievance or resentment. This too is meditation and it's effects are even more profound than those moments on the cushion. The rhythm of of breath and mantra is an easy allowing of intake and release. There's no interference on my end, no interruption of passing thoughts to force even the quietest of intention. 

it's natural.

and so is forgiveness.

my mantra, always slightly changing, is simply a request for Holy Spirit to show me the divine light beneath it all. That's it. Nothing more is needed. And when I forget, as I often still do....

there's always my return. 

~

I love you, Eric

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