As We Walk Upon The Water

 My Children and Grandchildren have the kindest eyes I've ever seen. Each with their own color and hue and a new point of View. Each with a fresher perspective and an aspect of Truth I'd not noticed before.  Their Eyes are like portals and pallets of color. Enhancing my Vision. Like  kaleidescopes of endless possibility. They See far beyond current landscapes. Their eyes are not fixed on the past or in fear of the future. Their focus is Now. I would like to be Clear for them, like the mirrors they show me. Deep Windows of Wonder and Hope and Promise. I would like to be Clear. And to show them somehow.  Like a still pool of Water. Reflecting the Light they reflect onto me. I hope they will See.  These children before me. The expansion inside me when they came to Be. How the Look of their Light would change all that I See. Through the Visions they've shared and the Visions to Be. May they find in my Eyes  May they have Certainty  That the Visions they Ho...

 Recently, a dear friend posted a Facebook link to a group called "The Cloud Appreciation Society". My friend does not know the deep synchronicity for me of his post on that particular day. My youngest Son, on that very same day, had lent me his kind, wise eyes. My Vision has needed some tender loving care these days. As Vision often does. It is so important to See things clearly, and to be mindful of appreciating the whole View. My driving skills have been compromised as of late by the way my eyes receive bright Light. It is almost too much for me, and I often have to shield myself from Sunlight. This has brought me into perpetual prayer and immense gratitude for the benevolence of a cloudy day. The occurrence of an overcast Sky grants me freedom and confidence. It liberates me with opened possibilities and certainties of safety into passages of Destiny.  As my Son kindly drove me to See the eye doctor, I confessed my new fondness for Clouds. I told him how freeing and immen...