Be thankful for nights that turned into mornings,



Stop being afraid of what could go wrong,
and start thinking of what could go right.
Better yet, think of everything that already is right.
Be thankful for nights that turned into mornings, friends
that turned into family, and past dreams and goals that turned into realities.
And use this positivity to fuel an even brighter tomorrow.

Text & image source: Spiritual Awakenings ॐ

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Soul Healing Art

Center Holds

What if you were told that by the mere act of Living,
you had, in fact, been given Everything?
Would it be enough?

Many take the gift of Living and rather than see it as the “everything”, instead turn it into a quest to determine what they are “lacking” and how to overcome such “lack’.
You breathe. You are alive. At some point, that must be the everything you are seeking.

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1405. The sound of rain needs no translation. ~Author Unknown

I love the rain.
I love how it softens the outlines of things.
The world becomes softly blurred,
and I feel like I melt right into it.
~Hanamoto Hagumi
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And in that moment,
like a swift intake of breath,
the rain came.
~Truman Capote
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Rain is grace; rain is the sky
descending to the Earth;
without rain there would be no life.
~John Updike
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Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head
with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song
on our roof at night And I love the rain.
~Langston Hughes
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It always feels so good when it’s raining outside. And as the rain falls, it slowly fills my cup with its “unsaid music” and its healing powers, powers that bring a calming mist over my spirit and cleanse my soul. It has been said that even the smell of rain helps reduce stress and raise  moods up to 60%. And rain is not just a watering of the earth; it seems to me to be the “love of the sky for the earth.” So what’s not enjoy about it. I not only love the rain itself but also people who dance and smile in the rain. Some of my most favorite things in life are falling asleep in the rain or just sitting and watching the rain or finding a rain lily that has bloomed after the rains have come and gone.

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…then I will send rain on your land in its season, both autumn and spring rains… ~Deuteronomy 11:14 ✝

**Top 4 images found on the Internet; the photo of pink rain lily was taken by me in my yard


Heidi Viars

This life a river, running fast

O’er my heart, a calloused stone.

Troubles seem like waters, vast

Rushing with the goal to hone.


Wake me up, let waters flow.

Move me so that I give in.

Use this river and do show

Where I stray and where I sin.


Mold my cold and stony heart

Into the shape you have it be.

I know pain will have a part

For my heart to be set free.


Put in me, o God, your heart.

Help me live with love inside.

Help me receive what you impart.

Help me put away my pride.


Your design, Jesus, for sure

Is what I want and what I seek.

So I stay, wait, and endure

Knowing waters will recede.

Ken, from the moment you stuck these words into your guitar-case and said you wanted to let your guitar get aquatinted with…

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As one

Peace, Love and Patchouli

We run our thoughts through scenes,
colored images exploring the realms
in empty spaces found
dipping our mind in to swirl it around
mix it all up creating something new
special and sincere
like rain on a solitary afternoon
we become as one
feeling the drops fall
plopping down to the ground
making a mighty splat
we marvel at the makings
of natures art.

Watered down days of paintbrush strokes
and songs that soothe the mind
relaxing us into the place
where artists dwell unseen,
we blend in becoming
something new from ingredients found
in dreams and ideas
we craft them into collages
sea shells and waves
on blank canvas we shuffle it here
and then there
trying to fit pieces in to appeal,
we realize there is a bit of us
within each frame,
as love is all in the end
we evaporate to become
the images of our…

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