If we dream are realities into manifestation, as Creator beings, then that felt hand on your shoulder could be reconsidered as an encounter with that friend in the Now…connecting you across and beyond Time.
Words are similar. They come into manifestation, then disappear…yet remain forever present in the infinite, in the Akashic field.
So true …
“We can never know the depth and weight of our words” …
and yours are, as always, ever so evocative, ever so soulful:
“as if the air itself had been bruised,” “a sigh of a sunrise”
thank you for this morning splendor - and contemplation
Thank you so much, Dale. That odd evening light was last Wednesday...don't know if you were in the area, but gosh it was ominous...otherwordly.
we missed it - we were up in Cape Breton (Nova Scotia)
And a mighty fine place to be!
If we dream are realities into manifestation, as Creator beings, then that felt hand on your shoulder could be reconsidered as an encounter with that friend in the Now…connecting you across and beyond Time.
Words are similar. They come into manifestation, then disappear…yet remain forever present in the infinite, in the Akashic field.
Yes indeed, Sherri. Perfectly stated.
We can never know the weight of our words. Profoundly true, Stephen.
Kind words will follow us.
Kind words will always do so, Rea. Happy to see yours once again.
I felt really peaceful reading this and the end paragraph packs a punch!
"Sigh of a sunrise." Nervous system balm.
Always welcome these days :).
…our realities…