Paris tunnel vision: La Coulée Verte

 lIFE AS WE KNOW IT AND SEE IT 
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​IT IS POSSIBLE to see beyond appearances and feel our way into what is real—not just what one can sense with the senses—but what which is eternal, ethereal. It is possible to touch the hem of the garment, and then to drape oneself in this very garment, for we are each the Christ. It is possible to spin tired yarns about what could have been—and weave them into tapestries of truth and transformation. It is even possible to ingest toxicity and emit rainbows. All things are possible in God, grace and gratitude.
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It matters not what you see with the eyes when you are prayed up, meditated up and visioned up. When you are rooted in spiritual practice, you consciously walk hand in hand with the One. Within solemn symphonies you hear notes that rival the "Ode to Joy." The vicissitudes of life have got nothing on you for God’s got you. You will fall, free-fall and fly.

This is your divine inheritance—to walk by faith not by sight, peering beyond circumstances and into new vistas. This is the covenant made between you and your creator—you can tap into the good even while suffering. You can bridge the gap between the light and the dark, recognizing that it’s all the same. One life, one light.

To become a vision of joy requires lasered focus. It is as if we are swimming to paradise and with each stroke, we are pushing aside the tides of the illusionary so that we can jump-start the evolutionary impulse to transform and reign supremely love.

There is no other choice. The bud will bloom, light will enter the broken heart. A new day is dawning. Life appears to be imploding—systems crashing, fires burning. Catharsis. Soul phoenix rising. Rebirth. It is happening. Now! Now! Now! We are on the verge of a new universe. Its rhythm is joy. Its solar system is even greater joy. We have insight, a vision of what is possible. We are meant to live eternally, not fraught with frailty, but immersed in ageless grace and innate wisdom. We dance with the divine because we know we can.

© 2017 Karen Brailsford

My view: Barcelona's Miró Foundation

My view: Rockland Lake State Park