My Soul Sings for You

Passage #1
I could sense the emotion rising to a crescendo. It revealed the undeniable intensity of pain as tears welled up in my eyes and threatened to roll down my cheeks. I rarely cry these days unless it’s tears of joy or a reaction to something that truly touches my heart and soul. This particular day, I was overwhelmed with sadness, but even in that brutal, gut-wrenching moment, I knew it was imperative to find the strength to pull myself together, to control my heightened emotions. My mind desperately tried to process the reality of what I’d just heard. My throat choked with unspoken words struggling to express the depth of my feelings, all of them surfacing from deep down in the pit of my stomach, that familiar place where I sense profound spiritual encounters and the center of my being where intuition resides. I have a spiritual intuition that informs me, guides me and never fails me when I listen. You might say it’s where my soul lives. Some say it’s my gut instinct. I believe it’s where the Spirit resides.
Passage #2
Feeling very self-satisfied, perched on the stool, knowing full well I was naughty and disobedient, I figuratively patted myself on the back and congratulated myself for getting away with something. I rested my chin complacently on folded arms, which sprawled across the narrow slate windowsill. I settled in to observe what was causing all the merriment down below, straining my ears to hear the conversation. What was making them laugh? I couldn’t stand not knowing what fun I was missing!
Then it happened. Life delivered another lesson. The great teacher stepped in, one more time! As I casually shifted my weight from one foot to the other, the stool tipped over. My feet slid downwards and backward. My chin hit the rough slate windowsill with a thud. During the slide, my throat received long scratches from my chin to my clavicle as it contacted the unforgiving window ledge Ouch! It not only scared me half to death but hurt like the dickens. I let out a blood-curdling scream of anguish ….
Passage #3
In today’s crazy world of busyness, it’s easy to fall into the trap of always going, doing and pursuing. I’ve been in that mode, always moving, never taking time out to renew, or to just be. We submerge ourselves in goals and activities to advance our careers, to elevate our status or to secure bigger salaries to support our families. We sacrifice our physical well-being and sanity to provide our children with every single experience available, enrolling them in multiple and continuous planned activities that leave little time for spontaneous play, and in doing so, we further overload our burdened work and home schedules, which steals more and more of our time, energy and will.
Passage #4
Solitude is a gift to be savored and cherished. The soul longs for quiet moments alone away from the pressures and demands of daily life. We human beings crave inner peace, relief from the never-ending noise of the present times. When we lose ourselves to solitude, we are not lost at all. There in the aloneness, we find our true selves. We are better able to think, to dream, to plan and to recuperate from the all-consuming busyness. It’s where we gain a perspective on life and relationships, and alone with our thoughts, we become comfortable with who we are and whose we are. In the silence of solitude, words of truth appear to lift the spirit and quench the thirsty soul.