A spiritual awakening doesn’t always feel peaceful or clear. More often, it feels like a roller coaster ride. It can be exhilarating and may also include what’s known as a “Dark Night of the Soul.”

Our Spirit’s Song runs like a theme throughout our lives, persisting even when it goes unnoticed for years. Have you felt frustrated and confused because you don’t know what your Song is? Sometimes it’s like water to a fish. We listen and listen but cannot hear it.

Peak Moments of high inspiration can serve as gateways to a larger trasformational change, opening our creative spirits, our inspiration, and passion for life!

Have you ever gotten off track or felt derailed? Ever wandered from your original goal or intention? Ever felt frustrated by the time you seemed to waste on unclear priorities, or by how life’s circumstances can yank you off track or lull you into a completely different direction than you planned? Have you wasted even more time beating yourself up for this most common of human transgressions?

The poem Delight is an invitation to remeber that you can always invite your inner child out to play and reconnect with your Joy whenever you like.

Delight is the effect of remembering our pure innocence. It conjures childlike joy, giddiness, and laughter with no expectations. It brings us back into the moment, connecting us to THE LIGHT (DE-LIGHT) that we really are.

Stressed? It's essential during this time to step back, be present, and listen to our guidance. Everything in nature depends on BALANCE, including us.

My question for you is: What is your bluebird's song? How do you access your greatest potential? Do you have a vision of your authentic self? What is a name, a metaphor, or a powerful symbol to help you access that part of you?

A simple poem of stillness inspired by an early morning meditation on my patio as the morning sun was rising.

This poem focuses on embracing and making peace with time to live with more ease and joy.

The poem I wrote about my struggle with living in the moment and feeling trapped by time.

This morning, I woke up with the unsettling realization that I will never finish reading all the books on my Kindle, let alone revisit my old favorites on the shelves, which have survived seven moves—two of which were cross-country trips in either direction. Still, I cling to them and keep buying more.

Beneath my appreciation, time was causing me significant stress. I am always trying to control it somehow. Time is like a wild child, doing whatever it pleases, and I can’t stop it, tame it, or even hold onto it, as it keeps moving forward. I’ve viewed time as a dwindling, precious resource that seems to diminish more each day, each hour, and each moment that slips away.

This poem reflects how we are born with our Joy, or True Nature, intact. Through living in the material world, where our ego self is necessary for survival, we lose track of our true self and let fear guide us.

Our thoughts are like traffic signals in our minds, allowing us to sail along smoothly, stop us in our tracks, or leave us idling in neutral. Let’s look at how noticing the color of our thoughts can help us move more smoothly down the road of life.

What is that ever-elusive sign you are waiting for? When you feel fearful, vulnerable, or insecure, you ego uses a trick to amplify my doubts.