Jan 022017


Take me home. I want to live there, under those stars! In a place where everything is peaceful, where nothing hurts, and where I am always enough, no matter what.

Everybody wants a home, or what home represents to them. At the end of the day, we want to go there and be exactly who we are, no more and no less. Nothing to pretend, no one to judge, with only support and encouragement awaiting our arrival.

But where is home? Where can we find this mystical place that some joke about and others dismiss as fantasy? Should we just pretend that it can’t exist in such a crazy, busy world when something inside tells us that it can and does?

If goal-setting strategies and prayerful pleas to  the Almighty aren’t working, maybe it’s time to try something new. Meditation is a great way to quiet the mind and get into your heart space. And it’s not as much work as you might think. In fact, it’s more like non-work.

One of the best ways to manifest something on the outside is to make something happen on the inside.  There are many ways to meditate and you don’t have to try them all at once. But why not try one, at least?

There’s no need to sit in a crazy position for long periods of time, although it is perfectly all right to do so. Be creative, and do whatever works for you as soon as you find out what it is. The object of meditation is to quiet your mind in order to open your heart to a world of possibilities. Here is something to get you started.

Find a nice relaxing spot and get comfortable. Take a couple of deep breaths, still your mind, and look into your heart. Keep breathing as you feel yourself shine with the glow of unconditional love. It waits for you. It calls to you in your darkest hour. This Presence that knows and notices will hear you cry “Take me home”. And from deep within your most sacred heart, you will be guided to the place outside that most reflects your heart’s true desire. Home really is where the heart is.

It’s Never Too Late to Be Great! ®

Aerial photo courtesy of Joel Harts, Adventure Pilot

Mar 102016

“Butterfly” by RawichI grew up in a small town–a very small town. I loved being around nature, eating food right out of the garden, or off the tree. The stars were bright and endless, and birds sang all day long. There were seasons and many of my high school acquaintances lived on farms. Beautiful autumn leaves, snow days, playing outside, and spending eight grades at a small school next door to a lovely church.

Growing up in the Midwest, you get used to certain things and take some things for granted–not in a bad way. You just expect them to happen, like Spring, for instance. I grew up, moved away, traveled, got married, had a child, got divorced, and moved to Florida. I missed the seasons but it was nice to have fresh flowers year-round. I love flowers, always have.

Wherever I traveled, or lived, I always made time for flowers, especially the ones that attracted bees, birds, and butterflies. Wherever I was, as long as I had flowers, I had a piece of home with me. A little piece of my Kansas home. I carried it with me in my heart everywhere I went.

Then one day, a little piece wasn’t enough. There was nothing to hold me to any one particular place, so I decided to move back to Kansas for awhile. It was an experience that I will cherish for the rest of my life which, by the way, was changed irrevocably by the love I was shown there. It was much better than it was when I was actually growing up there.

I moved back to Florida and life went on, but not as usual. There was no usual after being home. My life was richer, my experiences more fulfilling, my heart more open. Small town life ruined me. It’s all I think about now. But I no longer have to carry a little piece of it with me. It’s part of who I am.

It’s Never Too Late to Be Great! ®

Image courtesy of Rawich at FreeDigitalPhotos.net