A Beautiful Tribute From The Voice: “Hallelujah”

“Lighting Candles, Hanging Lights And Letting Things Be With Words By Paul Ferrini”

By Jennifer Miller

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Fire up the Pavoni.

Morning coffee, so good.

Lighting candles and incense as

I start my morning yoga practice.

Arriving on the mat is like coming home again.

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Beautiful morning walking the dogs, aka “the babies”.

Breathing in the coves of Laguna ahhh!!

Breakfast at the local cafe; cool people, artist types.

Walking out, a homeless woman under a blanket.

All I can see is one foot.

My heart sinks and I want to ask her what she needs?

I know she is probably an addict.

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Back home to make homemade granola.

A yum yum Christmas tradition.

Looking through the mail and

a child support check arrives.

It’s been a while.

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My mind goes to the last 5 years.

No father in these kid’s lives.

No anger… only hope.

Could this man possibly change?

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I let it go to the Spirit and check my heart.

It’s in a good place.

Forgiveness is there.

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My beloved hangs Christmas lights.

So many years without lights.

They symbolize healing for my family.

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I look around….

No lights in the small neighborhood.

We have been judged here.

A single mom and trouble with her son.

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Interesting.

We are the ones with lights.

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A big lesson in my journey: do not judge by the outside.

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Open up a new book.

Click on book to purchase and benefit the Heart Based Healing Foundation.

A favorite thing to do.

Reading,  deep reflections come to me.

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The poetic words of Paul Ferrini:

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Life is constantly asking us to make adjustments,

to give up our agenda.

It is asking us to give up the conceit that we know the way things are supposed to be.

Letting things be is a way of saying to God

“I’m willing to dance with you.”

From “Dancing With The Beloved”.

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Namaste, Jennifer Miller

Contact Jennifer Miller at yogagoddesslaguna@yahoo.com

“Her Light” By Savannah Robison

Her Light

She beheld the open light

Lustrously flowing,

Seeking her infinite dreams

Night overcame, the good vanished.

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The horror of the lifeless chamber

Cold dew freezing over, extinguishing the flame.

Her shriveled body, dreary and deprived,

Of that light she sought with unfinished anxiety.

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The jaws of the corpse detained her

Her mortal form began to sink.

Inarticulate sounds, agitation and fear

Remained the greatest subjects of her mind

She beheld that glimmer of the dimming yellow moon.

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That bitterness and disappointment have endured

Determined to overthrow her demons,

And inhabit her once beautiful life.

Escaping the chamber, she can finally dream

A spoken refuge, who kissed her demons

That open light is infused, and will not vanish.

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Savannah Robison

Jennifer Miller: “My Daughter, Savannah Robison, is a true Teen Warrior and Young Lady. She has seen so much in her early years. Rather than become a victim of life, she is a hero in my eyes. She lost a father and almost a brother. She has learned her inner calling and now follows her intuition…Strong beyond words. Her wisdom radiates from her core. She is a loyal friend to all that are blessed by her presence. It is interesting to observe that in not having a father in her life, she has developed great balance in her Male/Female energy.  She has learned to “father” herself and found the wisdom to identify wonderful male role models. I am truly thankful for all of them. Thank you, my wonderful daughter, for allowing me to be your Mother. I love you and I am so very proud. Love , MOM”

“To Feel The Other Side Of Darkness…Is Light” By Jennifer Miller

Picture in your mind’s eye when you were a child; a beautiful time in your life. How old were you? What are you wearing?

How did you feel?

"...the other side of darkness...is light."

What were you doing?

Keep this picture with you when your mind starts to go to the dark place…and bring in the light of the young child.

Ask the child: What do you need?

 Listen and allow yourself to feel any emotions that surface. I like to place my hand on my heart and allow my feelings to flow. I have learned to mother myself and “be” with the moments of sadness.

The only way out is to feel within our bodies all the repressed emotions that need to surface.

 Allowing, accepting, and feeling the other side of darkness.… is light.

Namaste, Jennifer Miller