Dear Lord...it's me, Sharon

The astonishing power of God is so prevalent in all that I see and feel right now. Truth be told I am exhausted and out of steam and yet my spirit is as lifted as it is quieted.

Since my accident I had toned down my outside responsibilities to the bare essentials as I learned to rebuild my being of body, mind and spirit. Nitty gritty real and raw...I face all things. I welcome the pain along with the deepest joy I have known to date. I find myself inspired by women of the greatest character their "stature" irrelevant ...

Whether you sit in a house in Greenwich surrounded by porcelain roses or dwell within the confines of thorns or so it seems often times in the middle of a maze of concrete...you are cut from the very cloth that I am. I celebrate our collective Light.

Just a gift through me on this anniversary of my mom's passing over...>

In Love & Light,

Sharon~

Operating from within when you feel without...

Spiritual growth is a deeply personal thing for me believe it or not. I share what I share because deep inside me there is a place that has been weaving my story in great and yet intricate detail. I have written since I was a child, it has been my constant companion and my refuge. It has also been my truest way of communicating when my emotions overtake me...any emotion be it sadness, fear or joy is far more certain to be delivered in my truest voice.

So many years have been spent in my more recent past moving beyond trauma, beyond sadness, beyond grief thankfully I have landed in a place where my growth has fortified my sense of self.

For so many years my personal power, my personal strength was up for grabs...It isn't anymore. I do falter however for I am so imperfect in this human form.

My spoken voice is far more certain however than it has ever been and it doesn't like to be quieted given it's past.

Only I can define when that happens, it is mine alone to identify and validate. In doing this there are huge decision's to be made, many feelings to sort. Back to prayer is generally where I go in my own way, deep and quiet...my answers always come. I live in a state of meditation during these times, my senses on alert. I pray to find a space with the thinnest of veils. Therefor there is no letter to open or email to check, only paths cleared, paths sometimes blocked and knots to soften.

I am learning still to be gentle with me...I am learning to stop and rest when my body screams out to me in emotional and physical exhaustion. I am learning...I am present in my journey and I am grateful for the process as well as the outcome.

Be as kind to yourself as you are to your best friend, listen to your own voice.

In Love & Light,

Sharon~

His work goes on...

"When it feels as if your world is falling apart, know at your core that you are a strong being of light"

This beautiful sentence moved me to write at this particular moment in time. All day my beloved words dance amongst the squirrel on the wire to the shrill pitch of an ambulance, they call to me. Truth is.. they own me the way a child within your womb owns you, in a magical way.

Spiritual or personal Growth is hard work, it demands your presence twenty four seven. Once I committed myself to it I had passed into a land of no "in between"...there was only truth as raw and as naked as it may prove to be. It, along with Love became at once my task master and my Bliss...

A chaotic pull on my peace of mind had begun to rub like the leather of a cheap sandal at my skin and I needed to go inward a bit. Inward for me has been to re-travel many a road, perhaps in more ways than one...

For me, I know deep in my heart and soul there will be redemption...

I pray with 100% Faith in this God that I love and trust, this God that has never forsaken me although I have at times accused him of such... I may even find deep peace while I travel about my journey in this vehicle, never forgetting what a sacred gift I have been given.

So squander not your moments...love with all your heart, pull to one another in solidarity as a member of the human race.

Always remember we are ONE... Respect this and be brave as you fight your spiritual battles amidst the chaos of a twisted time on earth.

A time where so many sit transfixed for hours before a television screen for longer periods of time than we show up for our lives...

Dig deep, Man up and Speak your truths, make them known. If there is a call, step up...write, speak, read, celebrate, create the unimaginable around you and within you, it is your right, it is your privilege.

I want you all to know the companionship of humble, wise and nurturing people has reinforced a lifetime commitment to my writing and gets me through many a dark night.

I am always aware and so often deeply moved by those of you of which I speak.

Know every joy I celebrate I celebrate for us all. Every fall I experience is buffered by the cushion of your compassion and never ending kindness.

The Lord is {again,I speak for me...I have no desire to force my beliefs upon anyone} the beginning and the end and certainly my navigator in between, I walk with him.

The rewards of what my my faith asks of me ,coupled with my thirst for a deeper knowledge of who I have become and who I seek to become in the future are beyond what I could have dreamt and yet they are not...I worked hard to have every "knot" dissolve within my soul, to lay every foundation on which to build...

I even expect as many of you already know if you know me that I will find myself immersed in Africa, fighting for the "hopeless" one day to help prove there is no such thing. I am hardly a pioneer, I am only a foot soldier...I am yet one voice. Hear it or dismiss it...

You are my friend, you are my witness and you are my "Tribe member" stay with me and share your stories as you hopefully feel moved to...

I wish you Love and I wish you peace...I wish you the courage of your convictions.

Sharon~

The deep dark passage back to page...

Why would I be surprised at all that I find myself here again...? This was my sole and my soul's retreat for so long, this is where my inspiration found it's voice. Did I think it was time to put my truest voice to rest? Suddenly I feel a sadness for Van Goghe and every tortured artist...it is important that I acknowledge this deep, unbridled and mournful passion that has been ignored causing the levy to break...My heart is heavy as my voice is stifled, it is time to emerge from my silence and once again speak with my writers voice. I will not stary far now...I am settling back in for work, the hold on my wrist is firm and unmistakable.