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Tuesday, August 11th, 2009
I can remember when I first realized that my daughter was merely a mirror for:
- what I was thinking
- what I was saying
- how I was expressing myself into the world
- and my intentions…
It dawned upon me that I had become responsible for imprinting a great deal of myself onto the ‘blank canvass’ of this amazing, new, conscious being who did not reason or think or intellectualize.
She just was…
She just reflected back to me everything in my consciousness. I took a different approach to my thinking and my speech on that day and at that point in my life.
I was 28 and she was 7 months. Now she is 28.
This is a quote from Abraham…
The little ones still remember how to use the power of their imagination. They are still engaged in the utilization of their imagination — that is one of the reasons that keeps them so exhilarated. — Abraham
We often forget to think about how we impact the world around us. But we actually create it wherever we go.
I realized that children are merely mirrors of our emotions, our language, our thinking and love. They do not analyze or think when they are infants. They just are. They reflect everything we are back to us.
I love children - they are instant and permanent blessings.
I originally saw this in a note on Facebook by my friend, Kathy Tarochione. An then it showed up again in an email from a friend in Montana. I don’t know who wrote it originally but I thought it was worth sharing.
Follow this and see how you feel when you read this.
It really hits home to me. What about you? If you like it share it.
WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN’T LOOKING
A message every adult should read because children
are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I heard you say a prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing, and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don’t.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn’t feel good, and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it’s all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I learned most of life’s lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I looked at you and wanted to say,’Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn’t looking.’
Share this with all of the people you know who do so much for others, but think no one ever sees. Little eyes see a lot.
Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, teacher, friend) influences the life of a child.
How will you touch the life of someone today? Just by sharing this with someone else, you will probably make them at least think about their influence on others.
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.
Love children…
I AM Blessings
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Friday, May 8th, 2009
I think my world is empty
without you in it.
I often hear your voice -
sometimes a snippet of a recent conversation,
but mostly just the echo of how you sound,
not so much the words.
It is the way I hear your gentle whisper in my ear
when your lips are very close,
the sound so quiet,
a person two feet away
could not decipher your secret message.
It is the feeling of your voice.
The sense of what it feels like when we’re close.
It is your presence,
and I can feel your breath.
Sometimes I get a flash,
a passing picture of your head
tilting to the left or right,
the way you throw your head back gently
when you’re laughing,
the fun belly gut laugh
that gives me so much joy to hear.
I think of the moments
when I remember holding you,
when you have cried and sobbed in my arms,
and I just held on until the very last drop
until you fell asleep or
until the heaves of breath subsided.
I think of your skin the way it smells.
the way it wrinkles gently with a certain touch,
as if in preparation for the next…
the apprehensive quiver of anticipation of
electric skin;
the way my hands can sense the slightest
ripple of reaction or contraction with almost no physical contact.
Those hands of mine are pretty smart when it comes to your skin.
I see you running to me with your arms wide open,
with your succulent heart and laser eyes,
I hold you close and smell your hair
and for half an hour,
you are my air.
I hold your fingers in my hands
and touch every single place
on every digit with the tip of my index finger
for an hour…
How do I think of you when I’m alone?
I sit and look at you for hours
from the back when you are reading,
or scripting at the computer
or from the side to see your spralling beauty
as you sleep quietly,
playing wrap around pillow games with your knees.
I see the kindness in your eyes when you speak
and the love in your eyes and heart when you touch
or when you hold a little Christa
or an Emma
or a Lindy
I think of walks along the beach
at Trainer in New Jersey
and private Wildwood moments.
walking around the lake at Tarva
golden memories
in the master Covey bedroom
and the kitchen
enjoying Isagenix shakes and salads
and working side by side computing
sharing joy of quiet and aloneness
And in the master bath
I feel the shower on my skin
as I lather your back
and legs
and stomach with the soap
and feel the warmth
and soothing security
of water turning Holy in your presence
I think of eating Sunday breakfast
on our final day at Long Branch
the very week we met
and how easy words could flow between us
through intermingled comfort in the air
How do I think of you when I’m alone?
I hear every word we left unsaid
each time we went away angry
without resolution
and the lingering anguish
of unforgiven thoughts
or the unspoken words that needed saying
how empty it feels
to not have had the strength
and sense of present moment
in the living
to honor love
when the chance was there
and only now
to think and speak alone
the unthought and unspoken
thought and word
that would have been so easy
How do I think of you when I’m alone?
I think of you beside me
With wonder in the air
living every moment
and living every share.
I see us loving deeper yet
in realms unknown by most
I see us letting go
and letting go again
walking in alignment
in the garden of our joy
until the horizon of our life
and you and me are one.
by Michael Barrett
(c) Copyright 2009
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Thursday, May 7th, 2009
YOU ARE A STAR…
And your Light eliminates the darkness wherever you are.
I honor you. I honor your strength. I honor your Spirit.
Blessings of Divine Love, Joy and Prosperity.
I love you truly.
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Thursday, April 30th, 2009
God left a message:
And this is what He said:
“Michael, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.
Stopped by the other day, but no one was home.
Guess you didn’t see the note.
So, I just called to say I LOVE YOU.
I want you to know there are no limits to my love for you.
I came to comfort you and open your heart.”
” I waved at you yesterday when you were facing west, looking at the Bitterroot
Mountains. I saw the joy and appreciation in your heart.
I thought you saw ME when I heard you say,
“I love these mountains.”
But I guess you didn’t.
I keep sending little Teagen over to tell you,
“I LOVE YOU.”
And you always smile and hug him back,
and say,
“I love you too little buddy.”
“Michael, every time he looks up at you,
and you see that sparkle in his eyes,
that’s ME.
And each time he reaches up to hug you,
It’s me reaching out to comfort and give you strength.
Each time you feel lost, call out MY NAME
And I will touch your heart and open it a little further and help you release.”
“And I know you felt how much I loved you
when you read Kathy’s poem
And you cried so deeply.
I know it touched your heart,
It was ME - loving you.”
“WE all missed you at Sangha Sunday.
That loving beautiful energy of yours
was clearly missing in the meditation.
Your voice and your love was missing in the songs,
And your seat was empty.
So many of your Spiritual family are praying for you.
They talk to ME about you all the time.
They all want ME to tell you how much they love you,
and that you matter and that you’re beautiful,
and they want me to remind you how much I LOVE YOU.
Just in case you forgot…
“I said goodnight to you yesterday
when you were watching the sunset.
I was peeking through the clouds and I sparkled MY LOVE FOR YOU.
When you felt that joy from the shear beauty,
That was ME.
I sent you COMPASSION yesterday when you
were looking at the picture of Divine Mother.
I know you felt the energy go up your arms and into your heart,
And then you cried tears of compassion and understanding.
When you asked ME,
“How can I learn to forgive and be in the moment and forgive myself?”
I sent FORGIVENESS to you.
You asked ME,
“Father, teach me to be humble and quit living in my head, and start living in my heart?”
You asked ME,
“Father, teach me how to quit judging people.”
You didn’t pay attention, so to get your attention, I made you homeless
and let you sleep in the car for a while to contemplate the teaching.
I showed you how it feels to feel invisible and unnoticed and really alone.
So I taught you humility,
and taught you compassion.
I think you got the message.”
“Michael, I just called to tell you that you’re perfect
and the universe would not be the same without you.
You don’t have to change a thing.
I LOVE YOU unconditionally just the way your are.
“I remember when you were a little boy, you were
two years old and you asked me,”
“What did I do to make my Daddy go away?
Why doesn’t my Daddy love me GOD?
Maybe if I were a better person, he would love me.
Would you make me a better person, GOD?”
“And I told you then, Michael, you are total and complete
and perfect and I love you infinitely, you don’t have
to change a thing.
But I guess, you didn’t believe me.
I just want to know that everything you desire and everything you deserve is coming your way.
Your life is changing because I am finally getting through to you.
You are expanding into who you really are and nothing can stop you.
I had to empty your heart - to get the pain and confusion out and refill it with MY LOVE.
I had to take everything away you owned and everything you loved to make you stop and get your attention.
But I did this because I love you.
You asked me over and over again,
Show me how to be your conduit for your Divine Light from deep within m y heart. Make your light shine through me so that I may shine it into the
hearts of everyone I meet.”
Know that you already shine MY LIGHT from your beautiful heart into every
body you meet - you’ve been doing it for a long time.
You are a beacon, a bearer of Light, the bringer of the Divine Message that
there is nothing else but love.
You are that Love because you are part of me.
Everything is in Divine order.
Just be patient.
When you asked me:
“How I can learn to love myself the way you love me?” And will you help me release my resistance to fully
receiving your love and being present with it?
over and over again - each time I told you the same thing.
My LOVE for you is eternal.
My LOVE for you is absolutely infinite.
It has always been and will always be.
Michael, whenever you forget, remind yourself that I am always here for you.
Loving me is easy when you look inside yourself and remember I am here.
You just need more practice.
There’s nothing else you need to do or change or learn.
Just be ALL THAT YOU ARE, just be You.
So, I just called to say I LOVE YOU.
I want you to know there are no limits to my love for you.
I came to comfort you and open your heart.
Aum, Peace, Amen
written by: Michael Barrett
copyright 2009
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Saturday, April 25th, 2009
I have a friend who is a deep thinker.
We have been friends for 28 years. It has been nine years since I saw him last (until four days ago) and our level of communication and understanding each other is as close and deep as if we had been continuously developing our relationship that whole time.
We share a level of communication as men that is unusual in many ways. Ours is a Spiritual connection as are all of my close friendships. But unlike many relationships I have with other men, he and I share a common knowing of artistic and philosophical depth and understanding that is unparalleled.
He is one of the few individuals in my life who really has a read on whom I am, who has such a deep intellectual and emotional connection with me that he always reads me correctly and over the course of my 28 year friendship, has never once given me bad advice.
When he told me that this was his favorite poem ever. I had to read it. After I read it, I had to share it. I am never surprised by my friend any longer - only continuously amazed. This is love to me.
See why he calls this his favorite poem ever…
Touch Me…
Summer is late, my heart.
Words plucked out of the air
some forty years ago
when I was wild with love
and torn almost in two
scatter like leaves this night
of whistling wind and rain.
It is my heart that’s late,
it is my song that’s flown.
Outdoors all afternoon
under a gunmetal sky
staking my garden down,
I kneeled to the crickets trilling
underfoot as if about
to burst from their crusty shells;
and like a child again
marveled to hear so clear
and brave a music pour
from such a small machine.
What makes the engine go?
Desire, desire, desire.
The longing for the dance
stirs in the buried life.
One season only,
and it’s done.
So let the battered old willow
thrash against the windowpanes
and the house timbers creak.
Darling, do you remember
the man you married? Touch me,
remind me who I am.
- Stanley Kunitz
Copyright (c) 1995
by Stanley Kunitz
Thank you my friend, you were right.
Michael Barrett
4/24/09
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