AN UNKNOWN CROWD

AN UNKNOWN CROWD
Face an unknown crowd with confidence, as every person there is a close friend. Make eye contact with each person there, sharing a smile. Let one and all feel the same Spirit is shared, that there truly is a connection. Later, everyone will go home with a sense of belonging, not one soul left behind.
~Marie T. Morrison~

CLOUDS

CLOUDS
Clouds hold many shapes, from soft and dreamy to gloomy and rigid. Some are bright, holding great transcendence, drawing us toward them. Others are dark and stormy, leaving us fearful and frightened. They are much like life, changing from one moment to the next, unpredictable and awe-inspiring!
~Marie T. Morrison~

SATISFACTION

SATISFACTION
Our personal satisfaction cannot come from the amount of material goods we own. A strong foundation of faith, prayer, spirituality, respect for all things and a love for God, nature, oneself and our neighbor will bring true contentment to our lives.
~Marie T. Morrison~

PASSIONATELY

Let your passion come alive, giving it all you have. God has blessed you with this gift. The Spirit is living ‘passionately’ within your soul, urging you to share this offering with many, so all may be blessed. What a way to forward God’s love and blessings!
~Marie T. Morrison~

ERASING

ERASING
Pressing down hard on the pencil's eraser to clear the unpleasant memories of our past years will not work. Rather, turn the pencil over and mark the path of new wisdom gained from those memories.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THOSE YEARS APART

True friends, though apart for many years, can visit as if they left one another only five minutes ago. It is the Spirit at work, empowering us, seeing we never forget those important to us. Sharing and laughing with one another can enlighten and comfort the soul, long after the joyous and cozy chat, until they meet again.
~Marie T. Morrison~

WHAT IS PERFECT

I observed something today about myself. I strive for perfection in everything that I do. Yet, I treasure the leaf with a hole in it, am there to make sure no one bullies the individual standing out in a crowd, and love helping the one needing extra teaching to learn the lesson. I do believe imperfection is perfect!
~Marie T. Morrison~

In The Morning

Struggling to get out of the bed in the morning, saying it would be nicer to just keep sleeping, remember six words, “I am alive God, thank you!” Place your feet on the floor and get ready to have a blessed day!
~Marie T. Morrison

IDOD:A Cup of Spirituality

IDOD:A Cup of Spirituality

I must share my last night’s dream with you. My husband Tom and I were sharing a little cabin with our two daughters in the small town of Chama, NM. The girls were younger than they are now, perhaps about the ages of nine and seven. Getting ready for bed, they called out from the back room they were ready to be tucked in for the night. I went in to find them all smiles and quite dressed up, wearing pretty jumpers and beaded headbands. Saying how pretty they looked, I asked if they were sure they wanted to have on what they did to sleep under the covers. They nodded happily, telling me yes, that was right. I silently wished otherwise, but I only smiled back and gave them my kisses goodnight.

No sooner had I returned to the front room than the front door opened. A gentleman, hair to his shoulders, rather balding and a mustache curling around his lips walked in, carrying a set of bongo drums. He had on a brown vest, a white, buttoned downed top with the shirt-sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a bolo tie and jeans. Right behind him came a dark haired, dark eyed fellow carrying a banjo, dressed in similar manner, followed by a third gentleman, holding a guitar. My husband had nodded off, not noticing the commotion, which is actually quite typical; he can sleep through anything. I asked them who they were and what they were doing in our cabin. They said it was Chama’s social night and this was the cabin where everyone met. They walked on to the back room to get the music ready, much to the delight of my daughters, jumping out of bed, since they were most appropriately dressed for the occasion. Though it was odd to have them walk in, it did seem most natural to have them there.

More musicians came, as did the people of the town, all most cordial, saying hello to me as they walked by. I noticed everyone wore a circular button, about 1 ½” in size, pinned on the left of their clothing, near the chest, with four capital letters posted on it, IDOD, written in blue or red, against a white background. Curious, I asked what the word meant. An elderly man, dressed in a western shirt, said, “You know, none of us know. We were asked to wear it all the time, so we do.” More chimed into the conversation saying that was right, that they were always trying to figure out what it meant, but no one had “gotten it yet.” I was not sure who it was that asked them to start wearing the pin, but I threw in my own guess, of saying “Maybe it stands for the ‘International Discovery Of’ something.” They looked at one another, saying, “Yeah, maybe so. But what could be that something?” I was as puzzled as they were, as the subject changed to other topics, such as the arts and crafts tables being set up right there in the front room, with my husband still sleeping away.

Standing to the side, leaning against a waist high built-in counter, I saw a boy, wearing a deep blue with red striped short-sleeved shirt, the IDOD pin, khaki shorts below the knees, high top tennis shoes with the tongues sticking out and the untied shoelaces. I asked him how old he was. As he slung his bangs out of his eyes, he quietly said he was 11. His mother appeared out of nowhere, her in a lime green sleeveless dress and IDOD pin, saying the two of them had been in a car accident that day, for him to show me his ace bandages, on his ankle and elbow, which he did. She was still unnerved by “that other driver,” showing me her bandages, talking away about what he had done as she left the room, her son following her to join the music.

At this point, I was startled awake. For several seconds, I could not figure out where I was, as my dream had been so real. After I grasped my surroundings, I wanted to see if I could go back to see what would happen next in this two room cabin. I got comfortable on my pillows, took a tug at the covers, and said to myself to go inside the door of dreams. At that, I suddenly smiled;IDOD.

~Marie T. Morrison~

AN AUDIENCE OF ONE

Thinking I was meeting with a younger group today, my audience had one man, in his mid-seventies, on oxygen. Not only that, but the meeting took place outside in the heat, with him in his car and me in my wheelchair, sitting in the church parking lot. What a great visit we had, talking and laughing as if there was not a care in the world. Sometimes, those meetings are just meant to be. As we both drove off, smiles on our faces, I said a prayer of thanks. My mournful mood needed that audience of one, he never knowing my frame of mind.
~Marie T. Morrison~

GETTING RID OF THE WEEDS

As hard as we try to get rid of the weeds in the garden, there always seems to be one or two that reappears. It wants to show who is in control. Continue to get rid of them, never letting them take over. As in life, goodness will take over those bad spots. God will be there, always backing you, as right choices are made.
~Marie T. Morrison~

NEVER LEAVES

A new day brings a fresh breath of air from the Spirit. Inhaling it can bring new hope, aromatic pleasures, a strong faith and a desire to welcome God’s love into our hearts. Whether it be whole, shattered or fractured, His love never leaves this soul spark of life.
~Marie T. Morrison~