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Here Comes The Change

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A Bright Shining Light, Shayla “Because the world is at odds and in a fallen condition, people tend to think that chance governs the Universe. Events may seem to occur randomly, with little or no meaning. People who view the world this way have overlooked one basic fact: the limitations of human understanding.” ~ JC  December 12 th comes upon me in various degrees of emotions. Sometimes as a slow, churning build where upon I brace myself for it. Often though while I ‘prepare’ for the worst day of my life , the sensation of being in a box smashed upon the jagged sea cliffs takes form and  my mothering instincts take over . It is then that I gather myself onto my knees and pray for the courage needed— to take on the day, my daughter died.  This year, I was inspired by a post on my Facebook by The BACKPACK PROJECT , which I used as a guide to give back on this day. I set about creating signs and putting alot of thought into how I would carry out the ...

Held - Free

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A grateful attitude becomes a grid through which you perceive life. Gratitude enables you to see the Light of presence shining on all circumstances. Cultivate a thankful heart, for this glorifies all of creation and fills one with Joy. ~ JC I write this in a place of transition. As I wait to fill the void of permanent shelter by moving into my new rental suite, there is a resurgence of Hope within me. I have returned to the Island with renewed strength. Much like the polished by the sea water stones… I am changed.  My movements from the north, where I worked in the Provincial Parks, began with a 10 hr bus trip from Prince George to Kelowna. Tucked amongst my excess lilac luggage was the confirmation of a job interview in Victoria. This immersion would be the third Government job I have held a position, yet more momentous is the journey that led me here. Recently, I posted the following on my Facebook, as being hired to work in this field has resulted in a circle...

Surviving Exile

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  Partial Lyrics ~ "Sound Of Surviving" ~ Nichole Nordeman They told me I'd never get to tell my story Too many bullet holes It would take a miracle These voices Inside my head like poison Trying to steal my hope Silencing my soul But my story is only now beginning Don't try to write my ending Nobody gets to sing my song These pieces The ones that left me bleeding Intended for my pain Became the gift You gave me I gathered those pieces into a mountain My freedom is in view I'm stronger than I knew This is the sound of surviving This is my farewell to fear This is my whole heart deciding I'm still here, I'm still here And I'm not done fighting This is the sound of surviving… Song Video Link >>>  https://youtu.be/IaOExJJa_YA     “All of us are given moments, days, months, years of exile. What will we do with them? Wish we were someplace else? Complain? Escape into fantasies? Drug ourselves into...