The Handwritten Life

The Light of God Surrounds Me

Where God is, there is light. Light is an experience of love so your perception of it counts a great deal. Where the Holy Spirit walks, I walk too. When I appear in a different way, spirit is occupying me differently, translating me to heaven in a way where heaven better understands me. I re-cognize as I alchemize.

I make room in my soul for friends who allow me that sense of presence to express what I say. I wonder, at times, where my readers come from , especially when I get a comment from someone – a back-pat from Universe, someone walked with me for a time & shared my light, shared theirs with me. From such miracles I write a thanks-filled life.

The Love of God Enfolds Me

God has no expectations of me…God didn’t hand me a list & say, ok, kiddo, come back when you’ve got this done. When I talk to God, I’m talking to myself – God didn’t separate from me, if that happened, t’was more the other way ’round. Today I noticed my face is coloring itself in – there are spots & bumps evidencing, tiny discolorations manifesting randomly. In my mirrors, I see a younger face but the 10x glass shows off wrinkles with crispy gray hairs nesting in them.

I’m not nesting there: I have at least 3 pairs of tweezers placed strategically & when things get hairy, I simply shave. So goes it.

The Power of God Protects Me

I am at no time on my own. Feeling lonesome is such an oxymoron & I cannot feed off it any longer. Misery neither appeals nor satisfies. Responsible indulgence does.

God is my tour guide & we spend a lot of time exploring.

The Presence of God Watches Over Me

I’m my own fond parent, devoted sister, protective brother, indulgent Aunt, man-splaining Uncle, playful cousin. We feed into the stream of consciousness which is my current focus. We make life easier for each other by discovering so many ways to bring about change. We release the strange & unusual to the divine & watch the amerlioration occur: shaken, not stirred.

Wherever I Am, God Is

I welcome knitting myself together, in whatever shape I occur. At this point, I’m in the “Ugly Sweater is Fun” stage & feel like the genuine life of my own party. I’m keeping my life lit up with tiny habituations which may or not fall off in the future. I’ll find others to stick on, no worries. I want this whole endeavor to end well. I’m neither angel nor devil, but just 0ne me who stands at the prow of the ship watching for storms while simultaneously womaning the helm to steer through the currents.

The sea is ever mysterious, endlessly offering magical alternatives. I steer a steady course but no one dominates an ocean. I am brought to mystic shores at will where I continue to bless & be blessed in whatever role I choose to enact. I am busy being me, watching you be you.

Stay well.