Quilt Precious Moments

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Posted by admin | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 27-05-2008

On the first morning of our vacation in Yachats at around 6:45, I'm still sleepy while I curl into the bed, taking note of dark environment. Our bedroom facing east with a wall to wall picture window protected by a panel of fabric hanging like shadows.

The rising sun is streaming in Through these vertical panels, illuminating the photo of Martha's Vineyard on the opposite wall, and an adjacent beach painting called "By the Sea."

I hear my wife, Susan, in the kitchen making coffee without a doubt. Occasionally there is a boom in the cracking of the wave outside, crashing against our rugged, rocky coastline of Oregon.

I'm more awake, but I close my eyes to move more deeply into the spirit of relaxation. However, I started caressing Silas, our twelve Pound and poodle mix Pomeranian, which is nestled away from me.

Slowly I became more aware and sensitive to the chatter of birds outside combined with the clucking songs of some crows.

Woven within the cacophony is the flute mysterious and melodic as the song of a bird creature unknown. Whatever the nature of this case, I am convinced it is a virtuoso.

If soft, soothing refrains me flash back to the Native American music, Susan and I have become so thoroughly familiar with when we lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico, 90.

Flute notes to continue with a resonance a little thin, accompanied by three staccato whistles to end of the song birds. I know in my heart as tears of joy on earth my face, I have arrived in heaven.

As I save these precious moments in my diary, I would say a few words of encouragement to aspiring writers. First and foremost, start writing your own newspaper. There is something healing, therapeutic, and provoke reflection on the process of logging all.

Then, while your newspaper, take a break to slow the pace down. Review the written passages and look for gems word or thought jewelry to refine and appreciate.

This form of writing becomes a kind of meditation, cognitive, which facilitates peace of mind and creativity without limits.

For example, I'm sitting in a comfortable chair located in our beach house living room. I rewrote my entry at least 10 times or more, which is the third thing I would suggest to anyone who wants to get published: keep polishing your work.

Plus I concentrated the description of my immediate environment, I became more receptive to free-flowing, relaxing thoughts.

I noticed the wall west across our living room has four windows of tempered glass, about five by five square feet each, and a pair attached to both side walls. The observation area has a panoramic view is incredible, humbling, and awe inspiring.

Our rental home is actually a grassy cliff overlooking and facing the Pacific Ocean. Images of the spectacular water hypnotized by the undulating movement of waves caressing the huge oddly shaped, black, Barnacle covered slabs of volcanic rock that juts into the shore.

As I write about the power of journaling, surf breaks break Whitecaps, spiraling around and spray your fingers between the rock formation. Seagulls fly low over the water, sometimes diving party the generosity of the sea

Write about what you hear, feel and think. Know that there is a creative force within each of us. Practice access this inner light that overcomes all the dark secrets that threaten mysteriously to keep us from good we deserve.

Leave your writing will take you to the place of silent depths of our subconscious mind some appropriately call "the place Secret of the Most High. "

Also, listen to music spirit of your surroundings and observations. Leave your mind, body and soul to dance to the rhythm of inspiration and happiness. Give yourself permission to free associate with your creative strengths, talents and abilities.

Thus, Go together a deep breath and revisit once more the sparkling, shiny images of life that stand before me today. I look at a purple sky the horizon of the ocean.

At times, the sun turns the sea millions of lights sparkling diamond. A partial cloud drape covers the blue-green waters as far as the eye can see. Gulls and waterfowl are Bobbing in tufts, speckling the ocean with squares of white feathers as nature huge patch quilts. Fish, salt, seaweed smells permeate the air.

I now come to focus again on the infinite, majestic waves. Their surf-notes to play the music of rushing, slashing, percussive melodies, which Mesmerize, hypnotize, and soothe the soul.

To be written on a day like this is a blessing beyond imagination with memories to cherish and keep alive in the secret place inside.

About the Author:

Mr. Eby is a Master Social Worker with more than 30 years of professional experience. He is an author published by Sterlinghousepublishing.com. He currently works as a therapist and counselor at Options for Southern Oregon, the local mental health agency. He has also provided online life coaching services on eBay for many years. Visit his site at http://www.challengedarksecret.com

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