Journey of the Heart

Creative expressions come in countless forms...  Writing has become my visceral vein of lyrical communication. Sometimes it takes on the form of an essay, poem or in this instance prose. I close my eyes and pull aside a sheer veil and step into an inner layer to share a synergetic spiritual transformation. It’s in rapport to the powerful vibrations of the eclipses. It’s a quantum exploration of letting go, letting in and reconnecting to the hidden self through synchronicity. This morsel of prose is undeniably a phoenix rising moment. My eyes are a reflective mirror meeting yours through the words of my heart. ~My Heart An Open Pearl~ "To hold, you must first open your hand. Let go." ~ Lao Tzu~ The sea foam lapped onto the shore.  It washed away a former life.  It cleansed the stubborn callouses  and erased the rough edges of mistrust. She felt the morning breeze tease her hair  and the sun transpose her heart.  The a...

  Last summer I spent a lot of time at Carson Beach in South Boston. I remember the first day it was low tide and I went to walk out to the water. There was what looked like pimples on the mud. Upon closer examination, I realized that they were baby snails - thousands and thousands of them. I didn't want to risk stepping on any one so I gingerly returned to my beach chair patiently -or initially not so patiently- waiting for the tide to come back in. As I sat, my first thought was that I was hot and wanted to go into the water. My feet were all muddy - yuck! Could the tide please hurry up and come back in? And I smiled and laughed warmly with myself. I felt so blessed that I could open my heart and Spirit to receive the gift of that moment.  I chose to use that time for a meditation. At first blush, the snails looked like nothing more than pimples of mud. How quick we can be to dismiss and miss out on so much in the world because we allow appearan...