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Reflections on the Day

By Dayvid Clarkson

February 13 at 10:00pm ·
I bask in the clear crisp sky time. The night sounds calm my heart in a gentle caress. The evening creatures stir, especially the owls challenging those that enter the night. I look forward to once again sitting with my Teachers. I am gently reminded that learning is finding out what I already know. Doing is demonstrating that I know it. Teaching is reminding others that they know just as well as I do. We are all learners, doers, and teachers. Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid.

February 14 at 10:00pm ·
Today there were feelings of humility leading to a great sense of gratitude. I took time to pay attention to these strong feelings. What wonder and what confirmation. I am blessed to be able to have a ringside seat as this journey unfolds. As you retire this eve please look to the sky. Look to all that you have and all that surrounds you. It is a miracle and we are the cause. Thank you Creator… Off now to whisper secrets with Grand Mother Moon. Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid

February 15 at 10:00pm ·
Grand Father Sun has gone to rest. Sweet Grand Mother Moon takes over the brood. She shines her light to reveal the stars. At the end of the day, I like to Dusk Walk. A state between awake and dream. I wander the sky; imagine the star patterns connecting the path toward my lessons. It is a most pleasant time, drifting in and out, swaying to the Divine rhythm. I listen to my heart as to an ancient drum leading me forward until I peacefully great my Elders for another class. I am eternally grateful for every moment, every bit of serendipity, that gives my journey a magical synchronicity. Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid

February 16 at 10:18pm ·
On a clear evening night, I watch as the clouds gather about Grand Mother Moon and the wind whispers to the clouds, shush. It will soon be time to join that mystical circle and join in listening to the stories. The stories unravel like a ball of multicoloured yarn rolling across the skies. Seeking the answer yet never wanting it to end. The tales will return me to the source remembering who I am. May your rest be serene. Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid.

February 21 at 9:49pm ·
The silence of the night seduces me like a wily mistress. The cares of the day melt away as I prepare to be enfolded by the arms of sleep. I take a few moments of gratitude for lessons learned. And then we will dream the dreams of Seekers. We will soar through the heavens allowing the starlight to cleanse and refresh our spirits. We will sit humbly at the feet of Compassion and remember who we are. Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid

February 27
Words are like dried flowers, brittle, surrendering as they are crushed flat between the pages. Words can take us on great adventures, yet never come close to conveying what truly lies within us. Your thoughts are the words you speak to yourself. Take the time to rest in silence and listen for your heart song whispering to your soul. Quiet your mind and slow your breath. You deserve the sanctuary of your spirit. Invoke the four directions, stop the words, stop the thoughts and listen to the serenity that is yours. You are worthy of these rewards. Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid

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