It’s such a paradox. We are caught in the middle, trapped like a bug in amber, capable of feeling joy in the midst of sweet sorrow, sorrow in the midst of joyful acceptance. Here, living a human life, we are not only capable, but it seems fated, destined to experience the pull of two. The …
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When You Come to the End of the Road
Synchronicity and karma appear to be different, but are they? Folks tend to think of synchronicity when something good happens and karma is generally associated with something bad. One appears to be the future pulling a present action into its orbit and the other seems to be what came before determining the present expression. Both …
This is Your Life
This world, and every experience in it, is the magic show. What one player sees as real, another dismisses. What one sees as the way, another sees as pure fiction. It offers a mystical magical quite ordinary cornucopia, an endless array of life options to explore. Every imaginable expedition across the outer world to unimaginable …
Is Life Really a Pretty Nifty Kaleidoscope?
Having written about life as a kaleidoscope before, I had merely seen it as a great metaphor, not the actuality. Last night, as I settled into meditation after reading a great novel, I noticed the depth and breadth of it. A kaleidoscope holds all the pieces within. The chamber is turned, shifting the pieces, determining …
The Real Deal … We Want It; We Fear It
I was watching a program on television today and found myself smiling, appreciating the writers of the show. It was really well written, evoking smiles and compassion, love, and the simplicity of being part of a chosen family, one that chooses you back. What’s humorous, is that it wasn’t a feel-good series. It was a …
They Lied. You Don’t Need to Be So Hard on Yourself
It’s a hard-earned, well-researched belief. There’s a mountain of support for it, an overwhelming consensus that says it’s true. It seems to pop up whenever you lose it and get angry or hide under the covers, unable to face the moment. It hangs around at the edges, waiting to claim a chunk of your heart …
Amaya Gayle 