Motivated By Spirit

I found this letter I wrote December 31, 1996 Dear God: This year has been one of great challenge for me. Yet I find that my level of trust has grown. It is time for a review as well as to lay out the expectations that are in my heart of have a solid framework in which to view the New Year. I am truly grateful for this time on this earth. It is a wonderful life, and although there have been the appearance of lock of material progress; it has been a fruitful life. I know somewhere deep within my soul that Spirit, the motive force behind everything, is striving to be more tangible within my world for the upcoming year. I trust that I will be willing to   hear and respond to the call to come up higher. I do so want to stay in the consciousness of your presence at all times. As I observe myself shift into a new paradigm, I do know that the hand of love is on my life. I trust that what has been evolving the past month or so with the personal work will continue to expa

Every once a while a piece of paper falls out from a book and remind me of the journey I’ve been taking. Here is a poem I wrote in 1996 about a stage in that journey. Fear calls me to return Its voice is reasonable, laden with facts Holding a part of truth It states with bold familiarity What’s been left behind is here Fear promised its return The bright thought darts in and out I scamper within It holds me safe then forms a shield around me Fear stands outside assuming its well known shapes Its arms are warm it pleads to me I know those arms well In the beginning they were soft In the beginning they seem to protect But they strangle, they make me tremble I stand inside the lighted shield of brightness and beckon Fear stiffens; it wants me to come outside I and my light are solid Fear is but a shadow Resolution has joined me in the light It gently reminds me of myself. I grow strong and watch as fear begins to crumble, turning ug