Built in for affection

Even, if a mother forgets her baby, the Lord who created us could never forsake us.

When we came into this world, we were equipped with the antennas to receive and give love.
Even, the creatures of the wild knew how to nurse their young with tenderness and protective love.
A beginning of creative power streamed into being.
It was in our mother's womb..that life came forth.
The place where we were woven, a sacred place.
A nurturing place, from inside us, life came forth.

First, in our mother's womb.
Second, at our mother's breast, we learned trust.

Although, we communicated first through her touch,
her gentle soothing voice and eyes that looked straight into our souls while inside of her.
We learned about kisses, hugs and cuddles outside of her.
Everything about her, her smell, her touch,
her voice, her emotions were the only familiar thing we knew.
And, it was perfect!

We communicated, we connected.
We were heard and accepted.
Held and carried.
Consoled and encouraged.
It was as if time stood still.

We survived and thrived well without the need for language.
Sensing, feeling, reading, listening was all we needed.
Yet, we knew the precised language.

The language of LOVE.
The language of TOUCH.
The language of AFFECTION.
The language of KNOWING.

We knew the foundations to live a wholesome life.
For, it felt like the warmth, secured place of the home.

It was not just the food that filled us.
Or the milk that gave us life.
It was the nourishment flowing into our hearts, souls, and spirits!
Not of the body.
But, from heart to heart, soul to soul and spirit to spirit.
Melting the inner core of our beings.
Transforming us into beings of eternity.

The embrace of love became the beginning of a token.
The intimacy that we yearned for.
Appears not measurable.
Distinct yet uncountable.

Wired to belong,
to be accepted, 
to be loved.

Had the power to affect our souls beyond comprehension.

We were lost along the way, some confused, some grew up.
We became doers rather than beings.
We interrupted the flow that once gave us the antidote to life.
We forgot that connection that once linked us to the sacredness of life.

Disconnected from our source.
Starved for affection, love and acceptance.
We became orphans in our hearts, souls and spirits.
Deprived of our homecomings.

The womb, the place where we first, had our needs met.
A sacred place, a hiding place.
Still waiting for us to claim our places.
Restoring life into our beings.
Lifting us up when we fall.
Guiding, guarding and building us again.
Ready for Affection?

Mindful Heart Soul Spirit

I have been told that silence and stillness connects one to oneself.
However, the challenge is to go past tiredness, restlessness and fear.

The quality of connection can be amazing on one's soul and spirit.

When one is connected from the inside out, our outlook will change and become more at rest, and with oneness of who, we really are.
Our values, our hopes, our purpose and meaning.

We need not be swept by the stronger currents, that makes us result orientated.
We don't need to be pressured by the many voices that deter us from our direction.
We need not fear the truth feeling alone yet loving the company of others.
Yes, the temptation to become indifferent, to blend in can be strong at times.
And, we feel tired, yet we are restless.
We keep busy, yet we do not know why we have to do what we do.

Suddenly, a wave of discouragement floats around.
Thoughts of doubt can either become a seed to let go.
Or to allow the sensation of thoughts to carry us away.

Surrendering is a will, not a feeling.
Lifting us up becomes a mindful decision.

When a meaningful and sincere smile is given.
An encouraging word is spoken.
Our hearts become filled.

A hearty meal to fill our emptiness.
To strengthen us on our way.
So that,we can love with an upright heart.

The way to freedom lies not in getting answers.
Trusting the perfect wisdom of our maker.
Whom chooses our time to be born.

He, who first saw us and knitted us in our mother's womb,
Surely would not abandon us.

His bond with us started even before we knew he existed.
Surely, he knew our existence and our purpose.

Would he not reject us or forsake us?

He,who has a mother's heart and a father's hand.

Will he not want the best for us?

So, trusting is a will too, not a feeling.
Letting God be God becomes a mindful decision.

I choose to be true of who I am inside despite the confusion and struggles.

I choose to love and to forgive.

To become a blessing to the people who are ready to receive me as I am.

I become a joy to others and to myself.

The gift within revealing my true nature of my likeness to our our Father who art in heaven!
In receiving and in giving.
In giving to receive.
In receiving to give again.

My birthright and heritage.

Amen

Ownership of our souls

When we don't nuture our souls and allow it to draw from us and out. Something is simply missing.
Acts of creating, making,  moulding, channelling are forms of different ways of  the ways that energy is  drawing us into a purpose full filled life.
Without that we have not discovered what it is to be alive.
However, we need to have our conscious intention  always pointed and focused to instill value and meaning into our vision.
We cannot expect that our efforts will be paid off.
Accumulated through the toils of experiencing life in various ways.
Maybe, we can say we are arriving.
We can be alive,  yet dead.
And, if we are dead, why is then our hearts still ache.
Crying as an orphan without any meaning and sense of direction.
Then, we realised we are dead, we become corpses walking around.
Waiting to be released, to return home.
But, we have to let go of our feelings of betrayal, fears, anger.....
We no longer want to be controlled.
We want ownership of our dreams, longings.
To be freed, free from moving on into living from our hearts.
Transformed into our being, our souls.
No longer needing to hang on and cling on empty feelings and broken hearts.
The moment we decide to let go, is the moment we are free.
Free to be me, who I are made to be, a spiritual being.
Transformed into whatever I wish see as beauty, truth and love.
I am free, I am me.