A sense of place, you know what I mean?
You can't quite put your finger on it but it feels right like you belong,
something connects deep within saying 'home'.
We've been coming back to this old sailor's pub 'The Last Inn' for a few years now,
we want it to be our local, but we have to wait...........
We have to wait for tides to turn,
for sands to settle,
to reveal new contours of possibility.
At first the waiting room seemed small, cramped and dark,
a place I did not want to be, yet the longer I sat there in that space,
the more I became aware of light filtering through.
After adjusting my eyes I could see that light
was illuminating voids where hopelessness had once lain,
shining down and revealing Hope.
It was as if the light had been waiting all along
for the mind's barriers to be dismantled,
now with most of it's notions of darkness dispelled
expansion could take place.
I read about it recently,
I'm not sure where, but I think it's true,
it went something like this ~
"in order for Spirit to do it's work a space has to be cleared first
to make way for Grace to take root, to grow".
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And I love the top photo! You are so gifted in many ways!
Bows to you...
thank you!
love and light
i have been out of town and away from the computer from the past few days. my posts have been programed to "arrive" and wanted to explain why i have not been by until now.
i sense great change on your horizon. sending love and light to hold you closely while you "wait".
hope all is well in the contours of your heart.
xoxoxoxoxo
yes, this notion of making space, i touched on indirectly with my stuff post.we fill our spaces, both the environment around us and the space in our hearts and minds. it's in making space that we can be truly ful-filled.