Belly of a Star

my practice of compassion


Sometimes I Am

This is a post from my other writings I came across this morning. I wish to share this with you. I am reminded of the union we share in our experience of perceived singular expression …in how in seeing as separate we are made observer to the All and brought into our wholeness. Consciousness birthed from the product of active observation. The illusion of life baffles me and yet unwinds me into a spectrum of glorious newness and connection. Thank you for your presence and the opportunity for me to embrace beauty. In peace ~ M


Sometimes I Am