(W)rites of Gratitude

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

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Today’s message is pretty amazing. It’s not just the message, or the exercise, the magic is in the visualization. I took a sheet of paper and drew a large symbol of Gratitude. It was kind of lopsided, but it didn’t matter. I still felt the amazing power of the visualization. I filled not only the inner and outer circles with my notes of my dreams but also most of the page. Oh yes, I still have so much to do, it seems overwhelming and I often get stuck in the details. For me it’s kind of like, I can’t see the forest because I see all the trees. Even so, I am ever so grateful to be on my way to achieving my dreams.

This was a fantastic meditation for healing not only for myself but for others as well, and I will keep using it. So, if we really are one, then every time we heal ourselves, we heal the world! Not only Japan, but all of creation can use all the gifts of love and healing that are sent with this exercise. The devastation that has occurred in Japan has changed my reality. My thoughts are different than they were last week. Aren’t yours?

It feels like I can really do it this time because all of my past experiences have given me the confidence and courage to bring forth my new reality. Change has indeed come into my perception of illusion in my life. It’s all an illusion though, this reality I mean, and as we are changing I believe we are moving closer to what is real. My lesson is to embrace change, because it is inevitable after all. So, in this moment of e-motion and being one with the Divine, I cherish and embrace the changes which are transforming my life.

I am a blooming human with magic in my heart! I am Marsha!

"Song of the Universal"
~ Walt Whitman
Come, said the muse.
Sing me a song no poet has chanted.
Sing me the universal.
In this broad earth of ours,
Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,
Enclosed and safe within its central heart,
Nestles the seed perfection.
By every life a share or more or less
None born but it is born -- concealed
or unconcealed, the seed is waiting.

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