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My Prayer

  • Posted on May 25, 2010 at 6:57 am

May the Light of who I AM
Shine forth upon this World
And brighten every day

May the Joy that fills my Heart
Put a Smile on Someone’s Face
And wipe their tears away

May the Life that I now lead
Reflect the me I AM to BE
And not what others think or say

May the Love that I bestow
Lift the Spirit of one Soul
And help them find their way.

~D~

Photo: Sky over Ontario, CA ~ May 23, 2010
Copyright 2010 – Denise Gilreath ©

Remember Me

  • Posted on May 20, 2010 at 7:45 am

Remember Me

From the dawn of the day
To the setting of the sun
My Spirit cries out…Remember Me.

From the dark of the night
To the light of the morning
My Spirit cries out…Remember Me.

From the width of my awareness
To the length of my reach
My Spirit cries out…Remember Me.

From the depths of my soul
To the heights of my senses
My Spirit cries out…Remember Me.

Remember Me….I AM that I AM.

I AM that I AM…Remember Me.

~D~

Photo: Airport Vortex, Sedona, AZ ~ May 2010
Copyright 2010 – Denise Gilreath ©

Turtle Love

  • Posted on May 19, 2010 at 7:58 am

Turtles have always fascinated me.  I became an avid collector of all things turtle at a very young age.  As a little girl, I noticed turtles everywhere.  Growing up in a rural Georgia home, I would often find a small turtle in the middle of the road or at the edge of the woods.  I would bring it home and put it in a box and feed it and love it, until my mother would tell me it was time to set it free. My friends and family couldn’t help but be aware of my love for turtles.  My best friend’s mom once made me a snuggly blue turtle pillow that I slept with for years.  I named him Elton…after Elton John…enough said.  I received a turtle cookie jar as a gift when I was eighteen; it sits on a shelf in my bedroom today.  My brother gave me a very large stuffed turtle one year for my birthday.  He bought it at one of those road side stands that sell the velvet Elvis paintings.  Her name was Myrtle.  She had a big smile, long eyelashes, an orange belly and a lavender body with purple flowers on her shell. She was the perfect centerpiece for my bed.  She eventually sustained a broken neck as a result of my many tearful teenage hugs. My daughter has her now and she resides in an attic.  I am certain she still wears that big smile, even with her broken neck. I continued to collect turtles until I was in my mid twenties. I guess at that time I was just so busy with life that, even though I didn’t lose my love for them,  I did lose my passion for collecting them. So, one day, I put my turtles in a box, closed the lid and packed them away.  I have no idea where they are now.

Sometime early last year, while rummaging thru my old hope chest, I came across a small box.  Inside were three turtle pendants. They had been hiding there since I was a teenager.  They were saved from being packed away with all the other turtles. Holding those pendants in my hand, I could feel my love for turtles rising up within me.  I was being reminded of why these magnificent creatures have always fascinated me so.  Turtles have appeared to me many times since I re-discovered those keepsakes.  For the first time in years, I have noticed them along side the road or crossing in front of my vehicle.  I have even seen desert tortoises for sale at flea markets.  Last summer, I came across a baby sea turtle on a beach in Florida. The little one had perished before it could make its way to the water.  My friend and I placed it in a large sea shell, said a prayer and gave it to back to the ocean. Recently, I looked up from my computer and there was a large beautiful sea turtle on the television.  It was a documentary on the travels of the Loggerhead.  Just last week, I bought the first turtle pendant of my new collection. It now hangs from the rearview mirror in my truck along side my wooden peace sign. It seems so natural for them to be hanging there together. I feel joy when I look at them. 

A few months ago, I moved to southern California and I was very pleased to learn that a box turtle named Speedy, lives amongst the trees and bushes in our backyard.  In the past, he has proven to be very illusive, having been seen only twice in the two years prior to my arrival.  Last month, I was blessed with meeting Speedy for the first time.  He emerged from his hiding place early one morning and slowly made his way around the backyard, stopping to munch on a myriad of leaves and berries.  I watched him do this for several days before he went back into hiding.  He has appeared at least once a week since our first meeting.  He seems to be losing a bit of his illusiveness, though he is still quick to withdraw into his shell if I get too close. 

It is my belief that everything happens for a reason.  There was a reason that I was so drawn to turtles as a child and there is a reason that turtles have come back into my life.  I realize now that the Turtle is a Life Long Spirit Totem for me.  I do have other Spirit Totems.  The Crow/Raven and the Hawk are the most prevalent. But it is the turtle that has been with me for the longest time.  The turtle is the oldest known symbol for earth; the keeper of doors. It teaches us to be well grounded and to honor the creative source within us. I feel that the following excerpt from the book Animal-Speak by Ted Andrews applies to me and my life long connection to the Turtle.

If you are drawn to turtles in your life, it is time to get connected to your most primal essence. Go within your shell and come out when your ideas are ready to be expressed. It is time to recognize that there is abundance out there for you. It doesn’t have to be gotten quickly and immediately. Take your time and let the natural flow work for you; too much, too soon can upset the balance. Turtle reminds us that all we need for all that we do is available to us, if we approach it in the right manner and time.”

“Turtles remind us that the way to heaven is through the earth. In Mother Earth is all that we need. She will care for us, protect us, and nurture us, as long as we do the same for her. For that to happen, we must slow down and heighten our sensibilities. We must see our connection to all things. Just as the turtle cannot separate itself from its shell, neither can we separate ourselves from the Earth.

With all that being said, I believe that my love and my passion for turtles exist because I can relate to them so well.  So much of who I AM and who I have always been is reflected in the turtle. Just like a turtle, I have always had the tendency to withdraw into my shell when I was afraid or when I needed to escape from the world around me.  As a child, I was often confused and afraid.  But in my shell, life was easier.  From the safety of that shell I could peek out whenever I wanted and then retreat back into my hiding place at the first sign of trouble.  Throughout my life, I have spent a lot of time in that shell, learning and growing and waiting.   But the time has come for me to leave my hiding place.  It is time for me to “stick my neck” out and BE who I AM.  It is time to speak my own truth.  I now know that I can do that without fear, without confusion and without pain.  Just like Speedy, it is time for me to fully emerge from my shell and truly enjoy Mother Earth’s backyard.  

~D~ 

Photo:  Speedy ~ The Turtle that shares our Backyard ~ April 2010
Copyright 2010 – Denise Gilreath ©

Wings

  • Posted on May 8, 2010 at 10:13 am

I look at this picture and I recall the moment in time that I have captured with my camera.  I consider the beauty of it and what it represents to me. In my time of reflection, I become so aware that, just like these seagulls, each of us is different; we look different, we sound different and so on. But deep down inside, we are all the same. We each have our own personal journey, yet we do journey along side one another.  The face of our attention may be pointed in different directions, but it is my belief that each of us feels the need to rise and fly at some point during our life experience. 

We all have wings; some of us still haven’t found them; some of us are aware we have wings, but have not yet figured out what to do with them.  There are those who are just learning to spread their wings but have not quite made it off the ground.  Some are beginning to flap their wings and are finally beginning to rise.  Then there are those of us who are flying so high, that soaring on the wind is what comes naturally.

It is the wind of Love that makes it possible for us to use the wings that we have been given.  Each of us has a choice.  We can choose to stay on the ground and never acknowledge that we have wings…or…we can choose to rise, by allowing Love to be the gentle wind beneath our wings that causes us to not only fly…but to soar. 

Won’t you come fly with me?

~D~

Photo:  Zuma Beach, Malibu, CA ~ April 2010
Copyright 2010 – Denise Gilreath ©

Walking My Path

  • Posted on May 3, 2010 at 9:55 am

Walking the path on which I AM called
is not always easy for me.
But when I reach down to the depths of my soul
I find all the strength that I need.
With each step I take, I feel the tug of my heart
as it gently leads the way.
My path opens up and everything’s clear,
like the dawn of a brand new day.

One step at a time is what moves me along
on this path to which I AM called.
One moment, one breath, one tug of my heart,
the uncertainty fades away.
Hope rises up as fear disappears,
the Light from within helps me see.
The path that I walk is the Love that I AM
and the Love that I AM to BE.

~D~

Photo:  My Feet on Zuma Beach, Malibu, CA ~ April 2010
Copyright 2010 – Denise Gilreath ©

Consumed

  • Posted on April 7, 2010 at 1:49 pm

Arms wrapped around 254_5462
from the inside out
It surrounds me

Fire roaring hot
with traveling flames
It burns thru me

Waves ebb and flow
with powerful might
It washes over me

Wind blowing free
bringing new life
It breathes me

Light shining bright
from within and above
It calls me

All that is
or was or will be
It fills me

I AM Consumed.

~D~

Photo: Moon in Fire ~ February 2010
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

Photo: Snowy Tree ~ Chattanooga, TN ~ January 2010
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.

There 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 ©

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~

Photo:  I took this photo 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

Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©