Disconnected Realities 

Disconnected realities

Watching them
Spiritualize war, greed,
separation and fear

Somehow it’s always
God’s will
especially when it’s not

The disconnectors
of reality
Keep ushering in
the crowds
Taking us to
the house of mirrors
to see a distorted image
of who we are
Hoping we hold that image
Because if we do
We’ll ride the rest
of the rides
at a disconnected carnival
with periodic amusement
at parks filled with
not-so-merry go rounds,
bumpercars of ego
always clashing 
never connecting,
cotton candy with
no nutritional value,
overpriced lemonade
made from the lemons
life gave us,
lured into rigged games
by slick-talking carnies
strung out on disconnection
who count on us
to see a distorted image
of ourselves
so they can feed
on insecurities,
and sell us
something else
we don’t need

When all we need is each other 

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Laugh at the Illusions and Stay in Love

When I was leaving a juvenile detention facility after responding to a crisis call, I walked back to my car, got inside my vehicle, and started it to crank the air conditioning up as I wrote down some notes for my report. As I was writing my notes, something happened that made me panic for a few seconds. I thought my vehicle began moving quickly in reverse. I hit my brake as hard as l could, and simultaneously checked to see if my car was in park, which it was, and as I was about to pull my emergency brake, I noticed something that made the few seconds of panic immediately turn to peace and laughter. My car wasn’t moving at all, the car next to me was. The car next to me drove forward, causing the illusion that my car was moving backwards.

Sometimes we are right where God wants us to be, doing exactly what God wants us to be doing, when the words or actions of others (intentionally or unintentionally) cause an illusion that we are off track and there is something wrong with us.

If you know you are where God wants you to be, doing what God wants you to be doing, do not fall into the illusion of fear from what others say or do. Remember, fear always lies in lies and lies always lie in fear. Love is the truth. Stay with God in Love and on purpose in your vision and mission no matter what is happening around you.

Love,

Anthony

Bandwagons Again 

Bandwagons passing by again

Playing a tune again

Wanting us to jump on again

To be taken away again

Listening beyond the beats again 

To the lyrics again

The same song of fear again

Captivating the masses again

Songs of division & separation again 

I pull back the curtain again

And see the conductor of fear again 

Encouraging us to join in again 

‘No thanks,’ I say again

I’ll wait again 

For the bandwagon of truth again,

and again, and again,

with Love as the conductor again

To join Love’s bandwagon again

That carries us back to our hearts again

The place where we remember again

That we are each other again 

Beauty for Ashes

Beauty for Ashes

Today is the 9 month anniversary of our 23 year old daughter, Kelin, passing from the physical realm. Some moments are more difficult than others, but each moment is filled with a gift.

A few months ago, Kelin’s son, Andy, our grandson who is 2 and a half years old, woke up and said, “My mom came to me in a dream last night, hugged me, told me I am handsome and that she’s going to bring me chocolates.”

For me, beauty for ashes doesn’t always mean that the Creator says, “Poof! Here’s peace.” Sometimes beauty for ashes comes from the Creator by us allowing Love, Prayer, Laughter and Tears to take us by the hand, and sing, write, draw, or paint the pain out until the beauty comes forth.

Today was a day to do my best with words and paint to honor Kelin, as well as honor the beautiful reminder from God through a 2 and a half year old child. A reminder that we are all ever-connected by and with Love. There is no death, only transition, and our loved ones who are no longer with us in physical form can certainly give us hugs and chocolates from heaven when our hearts are open to receive them.

~ Walk in Beauty, Walk in Love

Moments of No Words

As a writer, I love words, yet I also love it when words stop – those moments in this life when there are no words. For it is in those moments where we see if the words we’ve written, spoken or quoted ever meant anything.

They talked and talked
Until they couldn’t talk anymore
The last words they wrote
were a question:
If we couldn’t speak
for the rest of our life,
what would the rest
of our life speak about us?

Waking Up or Getting Up?

Don’t just get up, wake up to the truth that you are a sacred blessing, miracle and gift. Vision begins within. The true vision of love extends outward in healing. The distorted vision of fear projects outward in destruction. 

Until someone can see you as a sacred blessing, miracle and gift, they cannot see you.
Until you can see yourself as a sacred blessing, miracle and gift, you cannot see you.