one woman's journey to wholeness…

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Today’s Realization:

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View From A Window At 1250 Waters Place – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

I cannot

heal

the

wounds

   made by

   others

 

only

GOD

   can…

 

 

 

 

 

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I Am Learning…

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Reflections – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

to permit

 

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Fog Rolling In – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

each moment of my life

   to unfold…

 

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La Pareja Con El Arte de Kathy Vega – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

   as it may

 

 

 

 

More of Toni Roberts’ Work:

http://toniroberts.imagekind.com

 

A Day With K. In Central Park…

Am taking a day of quiet, solitude and contemplation. Reliving Friday. Spent the day in Central Park with my “sister-friend,” (to borrow V.’s phrase) K. I allowed her to lead me in a walk through the park to places I’d never been which turned out to be a metaphor for my current life lessons…

Central Park, NYC…secret tunnels leading to the unknown…

Like: the repetition of old behaviors is the root of every heartache and disappointment.

Central Park, NYC…off the beaten path…

Am realizing…

my whole life is my creation…

everyone, everything, every event and experience

is Self creating the lessons that “i ” am here to learn…

Self presenting me with mysteries that only “i” can solve…

My life is a Soul-inspired novela

peopled with characters who are mere reflections

of those aspects of  self that I would prefer to not see…

And those 3-D dramas that I find myself caught up in?

Simply denied fears, doubts and conflicts that

I am conveniently projecting outward…

onto the world

Central Park, NYC…hidden corners of paradise…

Central Park, NYC…light…dark…shadows…reflections upon the waters of emotion…

Central Park, NYC…Life keeps on keeping on even when finding Itself between a rock and hard place…

Central Park, NYC…even in entanglement…the pure beauty of nature shines through…

Central Park, NYC…at rest…

Thank you, my dear friend for an enlightening journey

through Central Park

to places

I’ve never been

The Mist…

my river is hidden in a sea of mist…

like my life

everything covered…

hidden

shrouded in mystery and uncertainty

as much as I strain

 I cannot see past the mist to that which is invisible…

not for me to see

or know

and so I am forced into Patience

into sitting here in contemplation of the mist

waiting in Time

the medium through which

the Creator works

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