Namaste’

Our hands are an extension of our heart.  Our left hand is a receiver and our right hand is a giver.  When we place our hands palm to palm in prayer or a ‘Namaste’ greeting, we hook up our whole circuitry and a blessing triggers the same blessing in another. 

Heartful Question
  
What is love?

Conditional love looks like this:
I will love you if . . .
I love you because . . .
If you loved me, you’d . . .

Unconditional love looks like this:
I love you.

Reflection:
What kind of love do you want to receive?
What kind of love do you give?

What if . . .
Global warming was caused by all the love we have for each other?

Love is an intention. From an intention to love arises the need for intimate connections that integrate body, mind and spirit from wholeness. A tone of love is set and peace of mind is now established as a reality that changes all human relationships and guides us to be fearless in the face of what has been fearful.

Blessings, love and peace,
Julie

This prose-poetry sums up what I value.

Sacred moves in the flow of the letters as they shape on a blank page, while the mysterious matrix of a mother tongue flames eternal and innocence gives way to life-giving spirit.
 
Conscious awakening breathes essence to flow me, grow me, slow me and
speed me, as it breathes me into breathing you, into breathing we, into breathing us in an organic ever beginning, never ending wonder of wonders.
 
Circuits circulate to lighten the organs and my body sings to me in melodies that lift me in waves of movement that intuits sacred space. My soul delights in the rise and fall of the swells as the daylight calls the midnight sun forth and in its luminous rays are stars, moons, planets and the star matter that makes me who I am.
 
Oh wondrous body, treasury of everything that has been, is, or ever will be
written, evolution visually comes alive in every cell, nerve ending, cartilage, and
bones that tell me of my beginnings as they intone marrow-building-blood.
 
Blood that carries tales of mother earth, the stars that shine, and the universe in its fullness. To read the stories is a lifetime work. For what other purpose am I here? 
 
Do I need to go anywhere or do anything to learn, when all that I am or ever will
be is inside of me?
 
Meditation resonates my soul in timing, a rhythm to my days and the ways I learn who I am from convolutions of my brain unrolling as scrolls and in their folds, my life story comes alive. 
 
I recognize. I honor. I acknowledge.
 
Each one that I meet connects to the river that flows through my being. A tree, a
flower, a root that I am but a shoot of; grows, to die, to decay, to energize and
invigorate the soil, to regenerate a nervous system that is one and the same
nervous system of us all.

An abundance of life dances me to where I am to go, to stay, to be. It
encapsulates me while it frees me boundlessly. Oh light divine, shine. Gently
bend me as wind winds through interstices to aerate, concentrate, and renew my body structure, for without its pattern, I'd not know freedom. What it is and what it isn't.
 
To be wholly embodied allows for flow to show me essence, beyond the senses. It envelops my senses and flows into and through them to align me with the earth, with humanity, yet lifts me to flow upstream to my universal home.
 
I learn through my body, to be at home wherever I am. In darkness, in light, in
heat, or in cold; for balance is only known when a dichotomy is in evidence. To
be at home requires me to savor, to drink in where I am, the ones who are with
me, or around me and to see that I am not alone, but rather, all one. 
 
Do I know anyone? Does anyone know me? Essence is all one needs and it is
beyond knowing. It is who I am, who you are, and who we are as mysterious
wonder dawns, awakens, and summons; arise, oh beautiful body and reveal to
me, conceal not from me, your treasure trove of hologrammatic imagery. I am
here to receive and give in waves of wonder. Electrify me to intuit, oh body of
spirit and mind informed.