Peace Comes In Perfect Time :)

Coming round to knowing myself has taken a great many attempts to peace, by virtual force, making a choice to seek peace, will eventually bring it to pass.

ONE MUST  take the bull by the horns and take peace by force sometimes.  A choice…it also means standing up in our stuff. Once we align with what is wanting to come from our inner most promptings life begins to take on new meaning.

A process to peace… at first it might feel your searching for it, by forcing yourself to seek it out of a desire to end the drudgery and mundane affects of a life that works without its consciousness attached to it.

The peace process is a searchable movable and facsinating undertaking if you follow after its message.  Peace means :

  1. peace



    Freedom from disturbance; quiet and tranquility.
    Used as a greeting.
    quiet – calm – tranquillity – tranquility – stillness

    Google search results for ‘peace’ above description.

    For me….

    Peace is a process. No one gets to its core without dredging up their yesterdays and moving forward.

    When we come to terms with our mortality and life we will begin to understand how very important peace is to the soul who has had none.

    It is the place where life surrenders its conditions upon the altar and gives clearance to move through the emotions that held us captive to its opposition, which is war. Being at war withone self or any part of our world is a greiveance upon us all. Peace comes when surrender is its only Ally/Friend. We have got to come to terms with who we are in order to find peace… we must first walk through the muck before peace can find us, bathing in its beautiful and eloqhent moments.

    Peace comes in perfect time… when We Are Ready for It and not before.

    Stepping toward peace takes surrendering all that we once knew and understood and excahnging it – one peaceful moment at a time.



Writing My Heart Out

Writing my heart out matters to me. It might also matter to you. 


When I release the voices that speak, life opens up and speaks volumes. I am many times blown away at how far I have come, when I read what I write. Inspiration comes when I have taken enough down time to reconnect with the spaces in between the spaces, which do give voice to silence. 

Writing has been a tool for me since I was a very young child. Whenever I felt misunderstood, or somehow felt I had been wronged. I would write a letter to the person I wanted to be heard by. 

Not everyone will accept the words written, that is OK, so long as your voice is heard. At least by ourselves first and foremost. 

Self expression is key to developing a healthy mindset. Keeping the pain bottled up inside hurts the one keeping it tightly sealed.  

When our voices cannot be heard, writing them down helps. Journaling , our thoughts and feelings add up to a release valve, releasing the pain or the joy, whatever it is that your wanting to express.

Life is an expression… it is a feeling, it is a thought.. it is a doing, it is a coming, it is a going about… 🙂 

Each life according to their own way and understanding. 

I know on a personal note that due to my writing ability- my life is changing. Writing helps me to clear the blocks, it helps me to remove the pain, and angst of the past. Transmuting my memories into wings that can now fly, because releasing them means, my voice is heard somewhere. Most importantly, I can now see and hear myself. If I don’t write it out and see it written, I have a difficult time understanding myself.

I have come to understand myself through my writing. I know what matters when I write. The good the bad and the not so cute stuff. I also appreciate those who read my words without judgements or attachments to them. My words are mine, and when someone resonates, gets angry or happy about what I write, it has nothing to do with me. Even if its about the reader. We ascribe to what is inside of us, what matches, what vibrates at that same level of understanding, thus the resonation of someone’s writings. we relate therefor, we feel something. 

Thats why writing is so very important. The world needs us to get us from the inside of ourselves, to the outside of ourselves. Writing allows this process to take place.

Its not all smoke and mirror when we write.  Maybe it is sometimes. Once truth finds you and your writing, the smoke and mirrors will absolve themselves, from the spaces between the spaces, so that the writer and the reader can commence the dance of self actualization. 

Writing my heart out matters. 

Shine on beautiful souls, it matters 🙂


Writing Truth Can Hurt Yet It Is -One- of The -PassageWays- Home To The Heart

Writing Truth Can Hurt  Yet It Is -One- of The -PassageWays- Home To The Heart


Writing down your souls deepest sorrows, can help you begin the process of healing the wounds which are held deeply, waiting for the truest moments expression. The voice. To speak, if only through the writen word can sometimes be all one needs to move past and through the yesterdays, which can hold some hostage to a time and place which no longer even matters.

What matters truly is beginning each new day, with the possibilities for change to begin, -as you begin writing and sharing the truth that lies deep within. Let it out… type it out, speak it out, share it out….give voice, give presence to the pain, allow it persmission to rise. 

When we slow ourselves down from the constant doings, and lists of things to do do do…we can finally find rest for our weary heavy hearts, that have carried yesterdays pain with us, through to this time and space of Now. 

Learning to give voice, learning to allow life its natural progression toward healing the body mind and spirit so that the life we Live, is one that serves the highest good for everyone that surrounds us, including ourselves.

Writing truth is ok, truth is truth… your truth… release it… 🙂

Give voice, give wings to your soul… write, and free the beautiful and unique person that you are to the winds of change… life is meant to be lived fully… lets allow the past its remembering, and forgive it and ourselves as we allow it, the venue to rise. Write beautiful soul, Write!

Even if its just a little bit. It ALL Matters.


You Matter 🙂