Earth & Universe:
One Garden, One Story

The universal voice of Light, Love and Peace sings octaves above the pounding sea of chaos raging in the world today. Mis-creation has shallow roots in the Garden and therefore, no everlasting quality. This realization alone can give us hope.

Light, that which birthed the Universe into being and Love its weaver, is wisely visited in the sacred silence of our inner temple. There we empower our vibration from our inner core to the outermost reaches of our being with the glorious collective of the Universe Itself and our spirit is fortified with an unwavering strength.  

Our Highest Presence re-attunes our human expression with the song of the Cosmos. We become Love and can only recognize that which we are. Peace blooms effortlessly as an authentic, inherent quality of our being.

We remember our eternalness for our roots reach infinitely into the Universal Garden – the Garden of Light and Love that is Cosmos and human simultaneously.

We are One Garden, One Story. 

Infinite Blessings,

Shelley Richardson     ©2015

Spring Garden

First spring tea today in my garden!

Admittedly, it was a little chilly in the crisp sunny breeze and the view so brown and withered but determined I was to be in Nature's presence for so long and icy was  the winter. And soon I caught a glimpse....perhaps a gift in kind for my perseverance with the temperature. There among the lifeless branches, a tiny sprig of green so sweet, smiled at me.  My beautiful Sage! She triumphed and will live to see another season!

The humble sight sparked such a ray of hope in my heart for a world of all good things. How is it that such a tiny sprig of green ignites a fire of faith in me - not only for my Sage but for all humanity in these crucial times?

Like the appearances of this world that might tempt us into believing hope is lost, perhaps a second glance is warranted... a deeper, more thoughtful look at the reflections in the each other's eyes.  There we will find her residing in a powerful grace, fortifying our spirits with courage and confidence - lighting our passage out of the labyrinth.

Infinite Blessings,

Shelley Richardson        ©2014

Two friends, one mile apart have no trail between them but of Christmas cards. And on each card a faithful post script: "We must get together in the New Year."

Forty winters or so pass and one friend bravely breaks the spell of illusion:

"Let's face it, Pat. We are never going to see each other again. Just know that I think of you often and wish you well. Merry Christmas."

Pat, now nearing the end of her life, keeps the card at her bedside. She smiles fondly now and then revisiting memories of their times together long ago. The winter thaws into spring, spring eases into summer and at last, summer gives way to fall. Pat passes away. The card remains on the table nearby.

One sad prophecy, needlessly comes true. Two friends, once a mile apart, now a world away.

P.S. ( Mom was an amazing lady who taught me so many lessons in life - but perhaps this one was the greatest - the value of the relationship we have with each other's hearts. I see only good can come from attending to the hearts in our midst with the most sincere and purest intention we can muster. In becoming masters of kindness and nurturing, we can only hope to move that much more swiftly toward a restoration of peace on the planet. Peace is coming - how swiftly is up to us. We can build it one relationship at a time.)

This post is dedicated in Loving Memory to:

Patricia Jane Anne Richardson   October 5, 1932 - October 31, 2012.

P.P.S. ( Mom is the one on the left.)

Infinite Blessings of Love and Light to All!

Shelley Richardson

©2012

I know why sunsets are so beautiful.
It's the Father's last miracle of the day whispering to His children:

"Remember Me!"

Infinite Blessings,
Shelley Richardson
© 2012