Blessing the day

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Bless the day (street art, Mary Street, Newtown)
Bless the day (street art, Mary Street, Newtown)

I believe there’s an energy that connects everything. An energy that has been given different labels and inferences across languages, times, cultures and beliefs. But regardless, exists alike in effect.

Depending on what you believe, or don’t, I may be like the Queen from Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking-Glass each morning… “Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast”. Because in that first quiet consciousness at the beginning of each day, I try to take a few moments of the interlude between sleep and awake to tap into the energy that connects us.

This is the basic invocation I employ… it varies slightly from day-to-day as the words come from my spirit and my heart… if it’s early in the morning my thoughts may be a little fuzzy but the form creates itself and what it needs to convey, not usually less, and when necessary more specific & personal entreaties.

Holding the energy and intent gently I converse with the spiritual entourage which are as much part of my life as the corporeal.

Universe, Gods, Goddesses, Angels, Archangels, Guardian Angels, Spirit Guides, Higher Selves, Muses, Agents of Fortune, Loved Ones and All Beneficent Beings — Please watch over all our beings and forms. Please grant us wisdom and discernment, and change with ease and grace. Please grant us truth, insight and understanding. Please grant us faith, tolerance and kindness. Please help us be the best we can be. Please protect us and keep us from harm. Please keep us safe and return us home with our loved ones each day. I ask this in love and light, for the highest good, no harm be done. Bless you and this day. Thank you for all you be and all you do.

On the days I have more time I sit with the energy and the light but otherwise these few valuable moments recharge both my personal energy and the source from which it derives and exists.

My process of coexistence with and asking guidance of the Universe has somewhat evolved. I remember the first time I deliberately asked for assistance. I can still see me, time and place. Not in the warmth and privacy of my bed. Walking along a city street in the middle of the day, I’d had enough. I threw my worries and cares up to this energy. There were no magic effects, nor immediate tangible change except I no longer felt I alone had to resolve them. Sometimes asking is the smartest but hardest thing to do.

“You think you’re lost but you’re not lost on your own.
You’re not alone. I will stand by you,
I will help you through when you’ve done all you can do.
If you can’t cope, I will dry your eyes I will fight your fight,
I will hold you tight and I won’t let go”

from I Won’t Let Go lyrics, Rascal Flatts