Crack and Hatch

I feel my heart opening up so much these days. Just cracking right open, but in a wonderful way. Its cracking... or hatching open and this flowing loving energy is rushing out and touching me in ways I didn't know I could feel. After speaking with Jackie this morning, we asked one another what we got from our friendship...and we both receive so much from one another, it really is beautiful. I'm happy for both of us, on our paths, for our growth. There were moments in my past in which I would've envied someone else' growth and success, now it brings me nothing but joy to see someone happy. I just say to myself that I have the ability to feel that joy as well... and I can take part in the joy of another because joy and love is something to be shared.

I think I am amazed with the person who is inside of me. She shocks me sometimes, with the things I say... I wonder where she gets her authority from. The universe I guess. This is my gift in this lifetime. To heal. Through medicine, words, love, laughter, whatever medium, it is my gift to heal. I embrace it and only look for ways to cultivate it and make it grow and shine into something powerful and astounding. Something I can feel from the depths of my being.

I must stop trying to cut myself back from from these things with excuses like: I'm too young to feel this way or I must look like a hippie or someone crazy. It really doesn't matter what others see right now, I have to be brave enough to do the growing.

Painting: Forsideny from http://www.rainbowheartstudio.com/

From Darkness Must Come Light

And then the unthinkable happened. My father had a stroke on November 30th. He's doing much better now, his left side is pretty weak but gaining strength rapidly. I guess my dream 2 weeks prior was a warning and heads up about what could've potentially happened. Thankfully he's pulling through slowly but nicely. The love and healing energy that is pulsating around him lately is amazing. All of his children rounded up, all of his brothers, some friends and co-workers... everyone just sending energy and praying for a speedy and healthy recovery. I think I've grasped just how deeply I love my father even if I'm not always conscious of it. The tears I've cried over these last few days and just asking Mother & Father God to use me to funnel their energy and love to him, to use me as their tool, to use my energy stores to aid him until he has enough of his own. I recognize that it's my family that is my God, through them I know love & sacrifice, through them I know the depths of my soul and what it means to love.

Its amazing to see how tight we have become. The thing that dad has been try to force out of us for years, snapped together when he was weakened. We've been listening throughout the years as we wandered, got lost, found our way back and grew into ourselves. We know that we love one another and would do anything within our power to heal and aid each other. Now it's blatant and clear. Dad never has to worry now about love, strength or closeness within this family. It's now quite evident that it's what holds us together through thick and thin.

Artwork - Ascension-Celebration from www.galacticdiplomacy.com