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Bullion Grey

In The Fields of Air

"Looking up I observed a very slight and graceful hawk, like a NightHawk....it was the most etheral flight I had ever witnessed. It did not simply flutter like a butterfly, nor soar like the larger hawks, but it sported with proud reliance in the fields of air; mounting again and again with its strange chuckle, it repeated it's free and beautiful fall, turning over and over like a kite, and then recovering from it's lofty tumble, as if it never set foot on terre firma. It appeared to have no companion in the universe --- sporting there alone --- and to need none but the morning and the ether with which it played. It was not lonely, but made all the earth lonely beneath it."
Henry David Thoreau

One way to get it done
George Simenon (1903-1989)
The French mystery writer would get a complete medical exam before locking himself
in a room to write.
Six days later he would emerge with a completed novel.
Over his liftime he
penned 500 books.

God Imagines Me

Starting with Godís sunrise, I feel awe and wonder

a Divine perspective that flows, through my heart first

and then my emotions, prayerfully I hold my perspective

as if I hold precious flowers, finding words to unify myself.

I start my morning prayer with gratitude, cultivating with

respect - entering into healing with the rhythm of the day,

Learning† from Nothingness comes somethingness, playing ceremonial music as I meditate, gathering my forces for celebration in the stillness of my thoughts guide me to inner peace as I imagine God, God imagines me, and I realize that God sees what I see, God feels what I feel, God knows what I know coming out of the deepest part of my inner being, with awe and wonder, I note that God starts today imagining me with the sunrise.