We are life artists, supposedly, manifesting each day from persistent thoughts and feelings.  Since I was a kid I felt that was true, but that somehow I didn’t get the instructions on the details.  I see now that at every conversation and each moment of my life there have been build-ups, frustrations and urges that brought me to a choice for my life.  Lots of times it didn’t look like I had a choice, but in retrospect it can be seen.

If I can keep my mind and heart faced in the direction of how I want to be, and where I want to be, I do believe that I have a better chance of getting to that country.  Like placing a seed in the ground, if I pick a “happy job/pleasant home/loving friend” seed there is certainly a chance if it is nourished, that is what will grow and fruit.  Plus I have to remember to water and feed this dream, even when it is beneath my vision in the earth building, and when it is a tiny seedling that looks nothing like my desired harvest.

I wonder if I can keep this nourishing practice fresh, as my poor vegetable garden in the yard has withered and the late flowers we planted out front look lost and stunted.

So I choose to shift this self-doubt and lean on thoughts and feelings that nourish me, right where I am, skilled and unskilled, persistent and undisciplined.

I am a young angel, furiously thrilled to be sweating in air the temperature of my skin.  I have a story ready to meet with a spiritual mentor that draws me to prepare.  I giggle at the idea of jumping into a shower of cool water, soaping up, and fresh clothes–even when the wall of hot air sets me to sweat once again. 

And with the gift of Presence, I feel within me the brilliant light of love and joy that is my Divine Heart.  Words are futile to outline this peace.  May the angel of you whisper the treasure breath now.