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Welcome

  • Posted on October 15, 2009 at 3:01 pm

Since I was a little girl, I have often felt the need to write down my thoughts, feelings and experiences.  Throughout my life I have written many poems, songs, short stories, journal entries and more.  Each time I wrote something,  it was like a release.  There was something inside of me that just had to come out.  The things that I would write seemed to help me change and grow as a person.  I always felt that they were meant just for me.  That is, until now.  Lately, I have felt the urge to write again.  But this time I feel like I’m supposed to share what I write.  I have always been an emotional person.  Some say I wear my feelings on my sleeve for all the world to see.  Well, maybe it takes that kind of person to write what I’m supposed to write.  And maybe it takes that kind of person to open up and be willing to share such a personal side of themselves.  It is my hope that in sharing this intimate part of  me, others will somehow be uplifted, encouraged and inspired.

There is no rhyme or reason to what I write or when I write it.  And so, that will be the nature of this blog.   I will be writing about my past, my present and my plans for the future.  I will be posting some things written previously which I feel are timeless.   I might even surprise myself  by writing about a current event or two.  But no matter what I post, this blog will be a reflection of who I am, where I’ve been and where I’m going.  This is ~ The Journey ~ As Seen Thru My Own Eyes…Welcome!

~ D ~

Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©

The Face of Love

  • Posted on January 13, 2010 at 6:48 am

I saw the Face of Love
Watching over me as a child
Sweet tenderness
Surrounding me
Caresses so mild.197_9731

I saw the Face of Love
In the middle of my night
Strange peacefulness
Deep within
Held me tight

I saw the Face of Love
Waking me from my sleep
Mirror gazing
Eyes opening
Heartfelt so deep

I saw the Face of Love
Calling me by my name
Spirit Truth
Come Love
Nevermore the same.

I AM the Face of Love
Knowing that I’m Free
Shining Light
Being Love
Home is what I see.

~D~

Copyright 2010 – Denise Gilreath ©

Blanket of Love

  • Posted on January 7, 2010 at 10:26 pm

Blanket of Love 2It was cold on the Back Porch today so my stay was brief. I stood and watched the snow gently fall. It slowly decorated the trees and covered the frozen ground. There was a peaceful silence as each tiny snowflake reached its destination. Snowflakes are unique, you know. No two are alike and each has its own reason for being. Those that fall first are soon met by those that fall next. One individual snowflake might go unnoticed. But when many snowflakes come together and create a beautiful blanket of Snow…they demand our attention. And so it is with us. Each of us is unique in our own way. Standing alone, we may not be noticed. But if we come together in the Love that we are and gently cover the Earth…the World will stand up and take notice!

~D~ ღ

Copyright 2010 – Denise Gilreath ©

The Caterpillar, The Butterfly, The Eagle and The Dove

  • Posted on January 5, 2010 at 9:45 pm

In a dream I saw myself as a caterpillar.  Everyday, I inched along, doing what caterpillars do; never getting very far above the ground.  Though progress was slow, I was driven by an insatiable appetite, so I kept on going.  I ingested everything in my path but it seemed nothing ever satisfied the hunger that I felt. I knew that a Caterpillar was what I was meant to be. Then one day, I noticed something was different.  I was overcome by a very strong need to be still. And so I decided to build a cocoon.  It was cold and dark on the inside of the cocoon. But I could feel myself begin to change from the inside out and I knew that it was meant to be. Time seemed irrelevant while I was there.  A moment could have been eternity; eternity, a moment.  It was all the same to me.  I remained in the stillness; not understanding what was happening but believing that it should. I rested in that belief until there appeared in the cocoon a pin hole of light. I heard the light call to me, “Come.”  For the first time since entering the cocoon, I began to stir.

It was a real struggle at first, but the more I moved toward the light the brighter the light became.  The brighter the light became, the less I had to struggle.  Then suddenly, I realized I was no longer inside the cocoon. I was still hanging on to it, but I was no longer inside it.  I felt the warmth of the light as it began to wipe away the cold and the dark to which I had grown so accustomed.  Hanging there, I felt a soft breeze blow across my body.  I heard a voice in the light say “It’s time to let go.”  As I heard these words, I found myself letting go of what remained of the confining cocoon.  At first I was afraid of falling, then to my surprise, I began to fly.  Yes, it was true. I was now a Butterfly.  I had emerged from the cocoon with the most beautiful pair of wings.  I felt such a need to fly; a need that was just as insatiable as the hunger I had felt when I was a caterpillar.  The feeling of joy and freedom that overcame me was indescribable. I wanted to share it with the world. I spread my wings and I took to the sky.  I danced on the wind and I kissed every flower that I saw.  I knew that a Butterfly was what I was meant to be.

One morning, as I was fluttering about as Butterflies do, I looked up and saw a beautiful mountain; a big, beautiful majestic mountain.  I rested on a nearby rock and gazed at the majesty before me. I knew there was something special about this mountain.  I could see a type of glow radiating from it that I had never seen before. It was as if the mountain was made of light. I was in awe.  Then, I heard the mountain call to me,  “Come.”  Down deep inside I knew that I should go, but it was so high and it was so far away.  I had never flown that high or that far. Again, the mountain called, “Come.”  I wondered if I could really do it.  Did I have the strength?  I knew I had to go.  I had no idea how I would do it…but I had to go.  So when I heard the mountain call once more, I took to the sky.

 19892510_9663a3There was a cautious exhilaration that came in those first moments.  “I’m just a Butterfly” I thought to myself.  “I’m so small and my wings are so fragile.”  But the mountain kept calling and I kept flying.  The higher I flew the brighter the light from the mountain became.  The brighter the light from the mountain became, the stronger I grew.  Much to my amazement, I realized that I was once again being transformed.  I no longer felt small and fragile.  My wings were powerful and their span was becoming ever so wide. The eyes that I now looked thru allowed me to see so much that I could not see before. Yes, it was true.  I was now an Eagle…and I wasn’t just flying…I was soaring!  I soared and I soared; higher and higher.  The freedom and joy that I felt as a Butterfly did not even compare to what I was now experiencing.  I knew that an Eagle was what I was meant to be. As I attempted to take it all in I realized that I was at the peak of the mountain.  I touched down softly and surveyed my surroundings. There was light all around. From my new vantage point, I could see beauty that I never knew existed.  I felt as if I could see forever and the beauty never ended.  Threads of light were all connected and interwoven creating a magical tapestry.  I looked up and saw an even brighter light shining thru a white cloud laced with silver. 

I heard a voice from beyond the cloud say. “You’re almost home.”  I didn’t know exactly what that meant.  I felt so at home where I was; surrounded by beauty and light.  Surely there could be nothing better.  Then I heard that familiar call, “Come.”  I stood up, spread my wings and flew toward the light.  As I entered the white cloud before me, I felt as if I was being lifted.  I was lifted higher and higher.  When I emerged from the cloud, there was nothing but light.  Everywhere I looked, I saw light.  I was standing beside a river of light.  I looked at my reflection and I couldn’t believe what I saw.  I had once again been transformed. Yes, it was true. I was a Dove…and I was made of the purest light. Freedom and joy abounded. I spread my wings and the light became even brighter.  I knew that a Dove was what I was meant to be.  It was then I heard a voice from the light softly whisper, “I AM Love. Welcome Home.”

When I awoke, I felt such peace.  For in my heart I knew that the Caterpillar is the Butterfly is the Eagle is the Dove…and all of these is Love.  I know that Love is what I am meant to be.  Love is what I AM.   

~D~

Copyright 2010 – Denise Gilreath ©

Love Was Thinking of You

  • Posted on January 4, 2010 at 1:44 pm

100_0246When the morning first dawned,
Love was thinking of you.
When the birds began to sing,
Love was thinking of you

When the skies were blue,
When the flowers all bloomed,
When the sun warmed your skin,
Love was thinking of you.

When the chill of night fell,
Love was thinking of you.
When the light couldn’t be seen,
Love was thinking of you.

When the clouds rolled in,
When the cold winds blew,
When the rain began to fall
Love was thinking of you.

When your pain was so deep,
Love was thinking of you.
When your tears wouldn’t stop,
Love was thinking of you.

When you felt all alone,
When you couldn’t find hope,
When you knew life was over,
Love was thinking of you.

When you heard your heart call,
Love was thinking of you.
When you felt its light shine,
Love was thinking of you.

When you opened your eyes,
When you knew who you were,
When you finally reached home,
Love was thinking of you.

~D~

Copyright 2010 – Denise Gilreath ©

My Heart Holds the Pen

  • Posted on January 1, 2010 at 1:02 pm

My heart holds the pen that will fill the pages
of the new chapter that begins for me today.

Its ink is a Love of the purist kind and the paper
on which it writes is the world I see before me.

The story it will tell I once saw in a dream
that came to me when I was not sleeping.

There was a river of light from above and within
that flowed freely and shined so far.

All that it touched was awakened to Love
and was reminded of why they came to be.

May the ink from the pen that is held in my heart
now begin to flow freely upon the paper of my life.

~D~

Copyright 2010 – Denise Gilreath ©

I Resolve…

  • Posted on December 30, 2009 at 9:45 am

I took the picture on my last trip to the beach this past summer. This same bird met me every day and would stand on the same rock looking out to sea as if he were lost in his dreams...then he would walk away to go do his fishing. The last day I was there...he stood on that same rock...dreaming...turned and looked at me...and then flew away. It was beautiful. ღ

I Resolve…

To Love and be loved more.
To Smile and be smiled at more.
To Hug and be hugged more.
To Kiss and be kissed more.
To Live and just be more.
To Sing and be sang to more.
To Dance and be danced with more.
To Laugh and be laughed with more.
To Dream and be dreamed of more.
To Believe and be believed in more.
To Shine and be shined on more.
To Fly and…yeah…to Fly!

~D~

Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©

About the Picture:  I took this picture on my last trip to the beach this past summer.  This same egret met me every day and would stand on this same rock looking out to sea as if he were lost in his dreams.  Then, after a while,  he would walk away to go do his morning fishing.  The last day I was there, he stood on that same rock…dreaming…turned and looked at me…and then he flew away.  It was beautiful. ღ

For Such a Time as This

  • Posted on December 27, 2009 at 9:11 pm

As the year 2009 comes to an end, it takes with it another decade. For me, it has been a decade of preparation, separation and illumination. I have always been a “seeker”, but I did not begin to actively seek MY truth until 1999. My life began to change immediately upon doing so. My career as a business executive abruptly ended, my daughter left home to attend college and my marriage began to fall apart. I also felt strongly that I should leave the organized church. Though I still held to the core Christian beliefs, I found the spirit of religion to be very stifling.

Much more happened in the years that followed, including the passing of my mother and the end of my 22 year marriage. Relationships with friends and family either ended or became strained. My life long dream of owning my own business was both realized and lost. However, during this time, I also experienced some of the most amazing miracles; miracles straight from the heart and hand of God. It was those miracles that kept me going. It was those miracles that made me believe I was on the right track. It was those miracles that eventually lead me to my truth.

197_9737 I Believe..This past year has been about letting go; letting go of everything and everyone that was keeping me from being who I really am. It has not been an easy thing for me to do. I held on tight to a lot of expectations, relationships and “safety nets” because they provided a type of comfort. But for me, it’s not about comfort…it never has been. It’s about following my heart…and my heart said “It’s time to let go.” I have felt the “sting” of all the letting go very strongly these past few days. My mind has wanted to take me back and each time my heart has pulled me forward. Following my heart hasn’t always been easy…but I have always known that it would not lead me astray.

And so, I sit here in my aloneness…which I have come to realize is actually an al-one-ness…and I wait with much excitement and anticipation for the new year to begin. The slate has been wiped clean for me…I have only my faith in the truth that I have found. I feel strongly that 2010 is the beginning of a new chapter in my life; a chapter of Love, Light and Life. I truly believe that I was born “for such a time as this.”

~D~

Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©

Our Little Christmas Tree

  • Posted on December 18, 2009 at 12:52 pm

It was December 1977.  My father had passed away in July of that year.  I was fifteen years old.  My sister was two years younger.   My twenty-two year old brother had taken on the role of “man of the house” and worked to help support our family.  My mother was severely depressed and stayed in bed most of the time.  Being raised in a southern Christian home, celebrating Christmas was something we did every year.  Though we were not “well off” by any stretch of the imagination, we did always manage to have a blessed Christmas.  There were never many gifts under the tree, but there was a lot of love shared. 

This particular Christmas was proving to be different, however.  There was no joy in our home.  It was a struggle for all of us to just make it thru the day.  Though we did love one another dearly, we seemed to all be in our own little world of self-preservation.  Each of us was dealing with the tragedy that had befallen our family in our own way.  The pain we were experiencing was not something we talked about much at all. 

I remember one day, just before Christmas, I went to my mother’s room and climbed into bed with her.  I asked when we were going to decorate and put up the tree.  She responded by saying that there would be no tree this year.  She just could not find it within herself to celebrate…anything. Tears began to stream down my face as I once again was reminded how our lives had changed. I don’t know how long I lay there next to my mother, but I do know that not another word was spoken during that time…only silent tears from both of us. 

little tree bwAt some point during the next few days, I got an idea.  Even though it really didn’t feel like Christmas…I did want a tree.  I knew there would be no gifts to put under it, but I still wanted to decorate.  When I think about it now, I guess I was looking for that lost joy…for that feeling of love that always came with that time of year.  I went to the garage, got my father’s old hand saw, convinced my sister to go with me and we headed for the woods.   We didn’t have to go far.  The woods around us were full of cedar trees.  We found one that we thought we could manage and before long we were dragging our Christmas tree out of the woods and up the street to our house.

When we finally managed to get the tree into the living room, we realized that it wasn’t as big as it had seemed in the woods.  It might actually have been the smallest tree we had ever had…but at least we were going to have a tree.  My brother helped us put the tree in the stand and made certain that it was safely secured and standing straight.  Then my sister and I went to the closets and gathered all the lights and decorations.  We worked for hours.  We even came up with a few “homemade” gifts to wrap and place under the tree.  When we were finished…it looked like Christmas.

I can’t remember everything about that Christmas morning.  I don’t know which of us kids got up first.  I can’t remember opening any of the gifts.  But what I do remember is that at some point during that morning, my mother got out of bed and came into the living room with us.  She sat down and looked around at the lights and the decorations.  She looked at our little tree and the gifts underneath… and then she smiled.  She told us how beautiful everything looked.  As I write this, I can once again feel the joy and love that I felt at that moment.

There have been many Christmas mornings to celebrate since that time.  I have experienced the joy of seeing my own child’s eyes filled with the excitement of the season.  I have felt the love that is Christmas many times as well.  This year, I will even have the privilege of watching my grandson as he experiences his first Christmas.  But, in my heart, none of these can compare to the love and joy that I felt as my family sat around our little tree on that Christmas morning all those many years ago.

~D~

Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©

Christmas Eve, a Year Ago

  • Posted on December 15, 2009 at 9:17 am

This is a poem that my sister and I wrote when we were teenagers; she was fourteen, I was sixteen.  I ran across it recently while going thru a memory box and it did bring back a lot of memories. I thought now would be a good time to share.  It is my Christmas card to you.  ~ May each of you be blessed to know and feel the miracle of Love that is Christmas, during this holiday season and always.

 

 Christmas Eve, a Year Ago

It was Christmas Eve, a year ago.
That was the year it didn’t snow.
What happened? Well, no one really knows.

The wind was calm, the night was clear,
though there was a fog out over the pier.
It was midnight when it happened and all was still;
everything but the house down the hill.

A child lay in bed, his fever high;
his mother, she thought he would surely die.
She blew out the candle in the window sill
and kneeling there she felt great fear,
for the end of her child’s life was growing near.

Aroused by the sound of the creaky floor,
through her teary eyes she looked to see
the figure of a gray old man dressed in red
hurriedly going out the door.

Looking toward her child in dread,
she saw him lift himself from bed.
Slowly she walked and then she ran
and grabbed the child’s cold, cold hand.

The fever had broken, the boy was well.
What happened?  Time may never tell.

~D~ & Regina

Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©

One Little Decision

  • Posted on December 14, 2009 at 7:00 pm

I have been lying awake for what seems like hours…it is now early morning.  Thoughts of the past few months have been running rampant in my mind, keeping me from my sleep.  What a difference one little decision can make!  In mid August, after many, many years of emotional struggle and pain; I decided enough is enough.  I decided that I was going to be happy…period!  It was as simple as that!  It was MY choice.  No one else could do it for me.  It was up to ME.  My mind was made up. No one was going to bring me down.  No circumstance was going to change my mind. 

I will admit that it was very difficult at first.  I had lost my job as an office manager in June and had not been successful in finding work of any kind.  Relationships with friends and family were strained for various reasons.  Old patterns of thought and behaviors do not change easily.  But I was determined.   I began by submerging myself in positive thinking.  I found pages and pages of positive thinking quotations and I read them every morning – sometimes again during the day and even at night before falling asleep. I refused to think negative thoughts or be caught up in negative situations.  I read and re-read the book “The Secret” and anything else I could find online about the Law of Attraction.  The concept seems so basic now, but at that time…just a few months ago…it was such a timely revelation for me.  I set up an account with twitter and began “tweeting” positive quotes en masse everyday – with a very positive reception, I might add.  I soon found that the world was full of people who were just as hungry as I was for positive change in their lives.  My thinking at this point was two fold. Not only was tweeting a positive reinforcement for me, but I believed that anything positive I sent out would come back to me in some way. Soon, I began tweeting some of my own positive sayings or “snippets” as I have come to call them.  This is when I knew something was happening.  My thought patterns were changing and I began to believe things could be different.  

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Within weeks of my “one little decision”, a new way of life began to manifest for me.  The “heaviness” to which I had grown so accustomed over the years was beginning to lift.  I actually felt lighter physically.  My thinking was much clearer.  I felt happy!  For the first time I could remember, I honestly felt happy…from the inside out!   Then, blessings started to flow.  I was presented with several opportunities to travel with friends and spend weeks at my favorite place…the beach.  During this time, I began to look at the world thru different eyes.  Everything and Everyone was surrounded by sunshine…even me!   I remember sitting on the beach early one morning, waiting for the sun to rise.  The sky was full of clouds.  The tide was making its way in, but still revealed the many rocks that lined the shore.  The beach held footprints from me and a few others who had just that morning made their impression in the sand.  As I sat there and watched the sun rise over the ocean, it was as if it rose within me.  As the sun broke thru the clouds in the sky above me, I could feel it somehow break thru the clouds within me.  As the tide rose, it covered the rocks at the shoreline and I could see all the stumbling blocks in my path being swept away.  Then I watched as each wave of the ocean washed away a few more footprints in the sand leaving a welcome mat for fresh new impressions. I had just experienced the dawn of a new day…both in the world and within myself.  The sun and the ocean and the sand spoke to me that day.  It was calling me home and I was beginning to understand.  

Many wonderful things have happened since that day at the beach. I have shared much recently and I am certain that I will share more in the near future. I feel that sharing my experiences, both past and present, is what I AM to do at this point in my life.  In doing so I hope to somehow make fresh new impressions on the hearts of those who have decided that they too are ready for change; that enough is enough.  Oh, what a big difference “one little decision” truly can make.

Much Love and Many Blessings to each of you!  

~D~

  Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©