FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION

 

                      FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION

                                          © C. S. Roberts 2025 

 

It has been said that we should do the following things in order to be productive, however  I feel that as we attempt to keep our eyes on the road, our nose to the grindstone and our shoulder to the wheel, all while putting our best foot forward, we lose our perspective about where we truly want to go.

If all we concentrate on just what is in front of us we miss the wonderful things around us. If we are always busy, we miss out on what life can truly be.

 I challenge you to look up once in a while and remember to be grateful and to love.

Bright Blessings, Do Peace, Be Love C. S. Roberts

Here's to, awakening unto yourself Or, The Old Man and the Begger

 

 

               Here's to, awakening unto yourself

                  Or The Old Man and the Begger

 

I am not sure where I found this but felt it worth sharing, Here's to, awakening unto yourself;

...."There was an old man who lived in a hut. Every morning, he went to the street for alms. He never complained about his situation or his struggles. He took what was given without question.

One day, when the old man returned from his routine, he saw that the hut was taken by somebody else. That somebody else was eating his food and putting what little money he little saved into his pocket.

The Old man, with compassion, went inside the hut.

The young beggar asked, "Who are you?" wrapping his hands around the food he found.

The Old man replied, "I am you but in a different body." Old man then took his robe and gave it to the beggar as well.

The stranger, instead of looking upon this as compassion, took The Old Man as a meager fool. The young stranger snatched the clothes from the old man's hands and stripped him from head to toe and took every bit of everything the old man had left.

"Is this everything you have?" he asked.

Old man replied humbly, "When you have everything you have nothing, and when you truly have nothing left you have everything."

The boy was confused. The old man smiled and said, "Dear ignorant child, you are trapped in an illusion that you can't see, feel or touch and are bound by invisible chains. Unless we realize who we truly are it won't matter what you own." He added, "even if you become richest of rich you will always be bound by suffering."

The young beggar froze and felt that he understood a little of what old man was saying.

Old man chanted "Gate Gate ParaGate ParaSamGate Bodhi Svaha.". "No treasure can compare to it, no money can buy it, no wealth can occupy it, no pleasure can satisfy it, no eyes can find it, no ears can hear it, no tongue can taste it, no hands can feel it, no mind can imagine it. Oh, dear child, what is this treasure?" Then Old man said. "You will not find this for we are born only to realize this."

With that, the young man's illusory world shattered, his face grew face bright and awakened.

Old man bowed to him, said "know thyself and then vanished." Shared from anon by C. S. Roberts

No date for this is timeless

 

 

Channeling in Meditation from my Guidance Peeps

 

Channeling in Meditation from my Guidance Peeps

"I come in love to bring peace to your troubled mind. In the stillness you will hear me and in your love you will share me. You are we and we are you, allow this truth and you will be where you want to be.

I do not demand, I do not dictate, I wait for you to find me, see me, feel and hear me. I do not shout my voice is as quite as your breathing I am here always. To help you, all you have to do is listen and allow. I will come back, I have much to share with you, Seekers of the light."

This is a guided meditation from my personal guides during one of my meditations. Peace, Love and Bright Blessings

(c) C. S. Roberts 2019

I Am Tree

 

                                        I Am Tree

                                       © 2015 C.S. Roberts

I struggle and push,

The skin cracks and I grow.

I am reaching for what is above

I am reaching for what is below.

 

I find nourishment and drink

Still I push up and down

I reach and stretch

I search and grasp for what is there

What is meant for me

 

I finally feel the sun on my face

I find the depths with my roots

They beckon me to continue.

I feed from both above and below and am strong

I spread my branches to the sun and my roots to the Mother.

 

I embrace the life within me

I offer shelter and succor to the life outside of me.

I breath with you, we share breath, light and life.

My bark becomes pathways for life to travel.

Parts of me are for medicines to heal and sustain

 

My leaves for cover and

And my limbs for homes.

My fruit and leaves for food and fertilizer

My pollen and seeds for renewal.

I grow, I live, I produce, I flourish and die.

 

I take only what I require and I give all that I can

When I finally fall

I make room for more to live

I return to the soil that has sustained me

And become one with it

 

I am life I am tree

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Feelings As Another Friend Passes

          

                Feelings As Another Friend Passes

© 2017 C.S. Roberts

Funny how death comes so quietly and takes. We know it is there, and we also know that it must and will have its way but it still surprises us. We fight it as long as we can. Never give up until we have to and still the grief cuts so very deeply. The space left by our departed is often so deep we feel that we will never make it to the other side of our grief. We have to just keep living until we are alive again and this is often not an easy task. Our tears wash and cleanse until at last the memories do not hurt so much but bring a smile instead. We relish the lessons and examples of their struggle and grace; we applaud them and hope we can be so when it is our turn. Death is a disconcerting exercise of trying to hold water in your hands. We consign them to their God(s) and regretfully and tentatively let them go as we are left behind to stare at our empty hands and wonder how they left us so soon. They are now at peace; their struggle is ended. Ours, on the other hand, has just begun. We, like they, will endure though it does not always feel like it, we do get through it. Somehow, some day, we get through it. We manage to put one foot in front of the other until the time arrives for us to do it again. This is the cycle of life. Birth, death and rebirth. Hail all those that have gone before! Hail all those who will follow. Be at peace, as much as is possible and breathe. Keep living until you are alive again.

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Magic in a Puddle! Perspective is everything! Or Rain Faries

 

        Magic in a Puddle! Perspective is everything!

                               Or Rain Faries

Just had a memory flashback of an early childhood lesson on perspective, thought you might enjoy. I was less than 6, not sure how old, and was enduring a rainy day...NOT my favorite thing. Mom and Memaw came into the living room where I sat lamenting the nastiness of the day and sat across the room. I paid them no mind, I just continued with my litany of my most exalted opinion of the intelligence of the rain that was effectively ruining my day.

"Stupid rain!" I can't go out. I can't climb my tree or swing on the swing! I don't like this rain! I can't see the sun; it is cold and wet...." my rant went on and on. Finally, I turned to my favorite person in the world and said, "Memaw don't you hate the rain too?!

In her most loving voice (I can still hear it) she said "No, why would I want to do that? It helps the grass that you love to picnic on to grow and brings on the flowers you love so much. It waters your favorite tree so that it stays strong and healthy for you to play in. It washes off your swing to help it stay clean enough for you to swing on. AND...(she paused, looked at Mom and asked her, "should we tell her about them now?" Mom nodded, "Yes, I think we should")

"Come over here to the window", we went. "What do you see over there in that puddle?" Memaw pointed to one close to the porch steps. I saw rain falling into the water and said so. Memaw advised that I look closer, Mom had joined us by now and suggested that i look with my magic eyes. (She had taught me to see the Christmas Tree that way, let your gaze go relaxed, slightly out of focus and you will see hidden paths between the lights and the ornaments become something else, something magic.) I did this and there, before my astonished eyes, I saw them! For the first time in my life, I saw the rain fairies. They danced in the puddle, turning it from a thing of abject annoyance into a show of grace and beauty....all of what Memaw had said about the rain fell into place and my day became beautiful, sacred and awe filled!

I can still see them dancing in the puddles on rainy days, I don't have to be unfocused in my gaze, I see them and I hugged my mother and Grandmother every time. Have a great day everyone and remember, perspective is, indeed everything! © 2014 C.S. Roberts

 

The Season of Light

                     The Birthday of the Light

                   By Thomas G. Digby written 1230 hr 12/25/91

Two people slogging through the crowds of holiday shoppers
pause to ask one another
"Isn't this all supposed to be somebody's birthday?"

Yes, it is.
This is the birthday of the Light.

Different people see the Light differently:
To many the Light is a babe in a manger,
A child destined to grow into a great teacher and healer,
Bringing the light of love to a world lost in darkness.

To others the light is the light of freedom,
Seen in the miracle of a lamp burning
Far longer than its meager supply of oil should have lasted
After the conquerors were driven from the Temple.

And still others celebrate winter sunlight
Bringing the solstice promise of springtime
And reminding us to look at endings
As opportunities for new beginnings.

But even though we see the light differently
And hold different days in this season sacred to it,
Let us all look into the light together
To see opportunities for new beginnings
For a world of freedom and healing and love.