Social Media Does not Define Your Worth
Feb07

Social Media Does not Define Your Worth

In a time where social media is the norm, and the focus can be upon how many people follow you, like you, respond to you, please do not receive your worth by numbers. Know that you are a beautiful being exactly as you are. You have a unique vibration of love to give to and within this world. Nothing outside of you determines who you are and how much love you are, or how loved you are. You are love Beloveds, in breathing and being, you are...

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Looking for Your Face ~ Rumi

The Poem that has resonated so deeply in my soul when I recognized my Beloved. It IS divine & I’m not afraid!

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Be the Soul of the Place You Are
Mar20

Be the Soul of the Place You Are

Wherever You Stand, Be The Soul Of That Place....

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The Religion of Love
Oct26

The Religion of Love

“I belong to no religion. My religion is Love. Every heart is My temple.” ~Rumi Seeing every heart as another opportunity to merge with the love within you as this Beloved energy brings you deeper into being the full expression of love that you are…this is the essence of God…giving and receiving love, seeing everyone as a piece of the Divine where the heart expands to give of its inherent sweetness and receive more of its essence within…then extended without to all...

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An Inner Wakefulness
Aug31

An Inner Wakefulness

An Inner Wakefulness ~Rumi This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief. But there’s a difference with this dream. Everything cruel and unconscious done in the illusion of the present world, all that does not fade away at the death-waking. It stays, and it must be interpreted. And this groggy time we live, this is what it’s like: A man goes to sleep in the town where he has always lived and he dreams he’s living in another town. In the dream, he doesn’t remember the town he’s sleeping in his bed in. He believes the reality of the dream town. The world is that kind of sleep. The dust of many crumbled cities settles over us like a forgetful doze, but we are older than those cities. We began as a mineral. We emerged into plant life and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again. That’s how a young person turns toward a teacher. That’s how a baby leans toward the breast, without knowing the secret of its desire, yet turning instinctively. Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through this migration of intelligences, and though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we...

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