Meditating to Heal

I met two women this morning at the farmers’ market. We said hello and shared pleasantries about the beautiful day. We both praised God for allow us ol’ fokes’ to enjoy His beauty in the world. We laughed for two whole minutes and enjoyed each other’s company. As we parted, I said to my wife how disappointed I was that I had forgotten to ask their names; it’s not right to remember two new family members without names, just as the toothless one and the Black one. Well, we can love them just as much. At my age, if we see them next week, I wouldn’t remember a name anyway. . . just love them as sisters.

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

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Take a long walk in nature with your eyes closed. Visualize yourself as a younger person running through the woods carefree, singing with the birds, wishing you could fly up to the branches and join them. Become the blueness of the atmosphere. . . and the whiteness of the clouds unencumbered by the any of the shadows on the ground. How free do you could feel. The energy flowing up through your feet, powering through your legs. Your heart feels stronger. You know there is something better. That’s something called motivation. Given to you by God. Let’s use it. And it is beautiful. It is Grace.

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As we’re walking through our troubled world, we must take the time to do as God wishes. stop, look at the person next to you in the produce counter. Remember that this person is your brother. Picking the same fruit as you are from the same tree of life. Your family the same such as yours, struggling with the same issues that you are. As we continue along our way, we will see many people that look different from us, wear different clothing. Maybe they’re in a chair with wheels, have support stick to keep their balance, speaking words that don’t sound familiar. But they smile just as you do. Eyes squinting at the sun just as you do. They have the same belly left. Oh, how lucky we are to breathe the same air and to bask in the same sun and to pray to the same God.

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

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First, I saw the movie.

They called it The Notebook-

from a book, same name. . .

 I call it “Philio”, “Philio.”

 

Can we awaken the soil?

Can we love?

Can we reach. . .

. . . for more?

 

Does love give you more. . .

than me?

Does love give me more. . .

than you?

 

Can we both reach equally

for the fire in our hearts,

bringing peace in our lives?

Can we both say “philio, philio?”

 

“Love, love”

 

I love you; I love you!

 

Let us awaken our souls

to find peace in our hearts,

as God wishes

for our lives.

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When we awaken each morning, open your eyes, say thank you to God for a new day. The new day God has given us erases all of the old mistakes we’ve made up ‘til now. We can use today as a new beginning.

Each day is a new beginning of a new life. New richness. The sun is shining. Glistening off the moisture of the dew on the grass. The birds are chirping. Maybe you hear the noise of the children laughing as they’re going to school. Let’s be happy as we begin this new day. Scribble that thank you note to God that we are here to see this.

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My eyes are glowing

I awaken to the richness of life
Each morning beauty surrounds me
God blesses me with His gift.

I pray that you also have this gift
It may lie right next to you
It may be an arm’s length away
It is always God’s gift to you

I open my eyes and heart
Allow my gift to flow in
Allow my gift to flow out
To share the love of my special gift.

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LifeAs we walk aimlessly through our overburdened lives, we should stop occasionally to look around us to see where exactly we are in God’s world. Are we really living the vows we pledge to God?  Take time each day to sit on that park bench, feed the pigeons, watch the playfulness of the squirrels scampering along the branches of the trees. Use this time to breathe in the fresh air that a grateful God gives us each day to refreshes our souls and builds our inner spirits for the battles of modern societies. Give life a chance to live.

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I find myself arguing with myself most of the time I am alone. I’m sure you do the same at times. But when I think about it. Who am I arguing with? I think I’m trying to negotiate. What’s good? Should I, or shouldn’t I? Is this the right thing to do to do? How will this affect a relationship? I made this promise and now I’m going back on it. How will I feel if I change my mind? I then turn to what I think the purpose God has for me. What is my mission in life? Is this right for my life? It is, yes. It isn’t, no. So, I say yes to life. I say yes to God.

 

 

 

 

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Our lives are made of natural beauty. That’s a fact we all know; I see you as you check the mirror that last time in the morning before setting off to work; You are a beautiful person. The world is ready for you to share the beauty that God gave you. Each time you run into something that is a little bit more difficult, a little stressful, remember what you saw and in the mirror. The satisfaction of the beauty and calmness comes with you. The love that you saw in the mirror should be a dominance over that minor bump in the road you met in your work. To smooth over that rough patch and solve that problem, who knows? You may find that problem is minor, and the people around you, have helped to solve it. Because they too are beautiful. And you see their beauty.

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Sometimes I wonder if we are too molded in our lives to really appreciate how much we have been given on the day we were born. Our lives are so full of what is demanded of us. We are afraid to break the mold. I think back to that musical of the 1960s, Hair. Where the young people bounded through Central Park, happy. carefree, open. Is it time to take off your shoes and run barefoot through the grass? Are we too strait-laced to do that? Try taking off your shoes and walking barefoot through your well-carpeted floors first. Practice being humble. That’s the first step outside of our practiced lives, our first step to being grateful – for the lives that we’ve been given.