Conscious Soul Connection

Todays pondering... on the value of "witnessing" each other. Those precious connections we have in our lives when we feel our soul is truly "seen" by another. These types of connections with others, whether they be friends or family, are rare and precious, and fill a hunger that is soul deep. A hunger to be "seen" and to have that part of ourselves that exists underneath our words, beyond our human frailties and mistakes, to feel that our beauty, strength and gifts are appreciated and valued is not seeking validation from others, it is a hunger for connection.

We are beings of light, and when we connect, we glow brighter.

Love is shared in the field beyond. Let us meet there.

The Dream Of Mankind is very beautiful. Listen to the lyrics of this Song, FEEL it. You know it. If we listen very hard, the truth will come to us at last.... for all are one, and one is all. ;)

Heart - Stairway to Heaven (Live at Kennedy Center Honors) [FULL VERSION] Ann and Nancy Wilson of Heart, along with Jason Bonham, playing Stairway to Heaven as a tribute for Led Zeppelin on Dec. 2, 2012 at Kennedy Center.It was tel...

Beautiful lyrics... song "Can You Take Me Higher" by Creed. >>


… When dreaming I'm guided to another world
Time and time again
At sunrise I fight to stay asleep
'Cause I don't wanna leave the comfort of this place
'Cause there's a hunger, a longing to escape
From the life I live when I'm awake
So let's go there
Let's make our escape
Come on, let's go there
Let's ask, "Can we stay?"

… Can you take me higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me higher?
To a place with golden streets

… Although I would like our world to change
It helps me to appreciate
Those nights and those dreams
But, my friend, I'd sacrifice all those nights
If I could make the Earth and my dreams the same
The only difference is
To let love replace all our hate
So let's go there
Let's make our escape
Come on, let's go there
Let's ask, "Can we stay?"

… Can you take me higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me higher?
To a place with golden streets
… So let's go there
Yeah, let's go there
Come on, let's go there
Let's ask, "Can we stay?"

… Up high I feel like I'm alive for the very first time
Set up high I'm strong enough to take these dreams
And make them mine
… Set up high I'm strong enough to take these dreams
And make them mine

… Can you take me higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me higher?
To a place with golden streets
… Can you take me higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me higher?
To a place with golden streets

Ah, hibernation.... Now that we are through all the Christmas and New Year hubbub we now enter that time of the year that I call "the dreaming time", a time of stillness, creativity and clarity. A time to slow down, rest my body and allow my soul to recharge. Consciously listening to my deeper thoughts, as well as my imagination, and allowing them to flow,.. I listen to find my spirits' intent, A time to weave the dreams of the coming season of life, that they may come to fruition and be full of beauty. In between life's must-do's, I am allowing myself the time for the quiet I that I hunger for, so I can find peace, and clarity for the coming year.

The dreams I dream at this time of year, are the seeds from which I will choose directions and make choices of action, as the year unfolds . The dreams of the wintertime, are the seeds that will take shape in the next season.

Ah, hibernation..... how much I love it. Sweet dreams all......

We must stand strong in our knowing of love. Face the challenges and consciously choose how we will react. Do not give up your hope. There are many good people, and together we are an unstoppable wave. We are the seeds of the future, and we can handle the strong winds that blow at this time.....

Let us stand together, people of light and love. Together we are an unstoppable wave. We are the seeds for the future......

I stand. I stand and choose to react to this world with rock solid love. With peace in my heart. With light in my soul. I stand in peace, gently, silently and with love for the world. I will NOT react with anger, I will NOT be diminished by fear for the future.... I will not scream and yell about all the things I perceive as hurtful to our world, I will not be tricked into the negative emotional vortexes. I will also NOT turn my head and ignore the things I see as hurtful. My good heart knows the difference between loving healthy action and non-healthy action, and I trust that your good heart knows this too. I stand, and I push back with solid energy of peace, and positive action. I stand, and I am not alone. WE stand, and there are millions of us. And we are growing in numbers. WE are a wave of peace, . Where-ever, when-ever we can, we can choose to make a difference. One small action, when done by millions of people, can make a difference. None of us can change the world and heal all the pain alone, but together, one small choice at a time, one small step at a time, one small voice at a time, together we are an unstoppable wave, and we must never stop trying our best. We must never give in to the fear mentality. One small step at a time can change everything. And as the wrongnesses in this world appear to escalate, so too do the numbers of people willing to make different choices. We cannot know the future, we must never stop doing our very very best for our world through our choices. I stand. I stand with you good people of this world. We grow in numbers, we are seeds of light. We carry a good dream. Our good hearts will guide us and we will help each other. We carry the seeds for the future in our souls, we must plant and tend them with love..... and with action.....

Mary Oliver poem re humility. Simply beautiful.

"I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times’
into something better.” ... Poem by Mary Oliver

Nothing is permanent. And thats ok. May we drift gently, and shine.