Finding Our Voice—

A morning  excursion to The Pond at Rooster Ridge led me to today’s post and to the clarity I was seeking.

My desire to have a voice, through my writing, is based upon the intention of speaking authentically from my heart—as I hope to offer some measure of comfort to others. This journey, requires that while I speak from my heart, I simultaneously try my very best to connect with others and in doing so, take the subsequent risk of reaching out. This two-fold combination of goals had brought me to a place of confusion, which resulted in me recently questioning the direction of what I choose to write about within this blog forum.

There seems to be so many voices talking to us, at all times—quite honestly, the sounds feel more like shouts, yells and demands. Our society is in the midst of constant multi-media-communication—all screaming (tweeting, facebooking, pinning, tumbling) 24/7 for our attention! And while doing so, make the claim—that should we manage to attract some of that precious commodity to ourselves—there will be a big pay-off. Fame—with the-assumed-connected-fortune seems to be the golden ring de jour.

In all of this noise, our own voice, at times, can become—a barely audible sound.

Shhhhhhhh!

To attempt to regain the volume control of my own voice, I visited the quiet and the motion-filled-stillness of falling water and swimming fish at The Pond at Rooster Ridge. As I studied the water the answer gently ebbed towards me—and when this answer came—it arrived in the form of a question, accompanied with a visual, symbolic illustration. It seems, I always need pictures to understand.

The question—

“What would you like your voice to do?”

The illustration presented before me was the expanding and echoing wave-rings created on the surface of the pond by the falling water as it spilled into the pond. I saw the symbolic similarity of drops of words, the gentle showering of a voice, a sprinkling of kind thoughts and good intentions—peacefully falling, gracefully impacting and echoing outward further and further and further.

With that question and illustration before me, I was once again reminded—what it is I wanted my voice to do, to say. And, I also knew it didn’t have anything to do with “selling product, increasing traffic or obtaining sponsors.” The marketable and tangible possibilities available either would or would not occur. The attention I gave to those aspects—needed to float away in this clear and cleansing water.

The connectedness I was hoping for, praying for, also, was not my task nor within my power to make happen. My work was to speak—and to do so with clarity. Perhaps for me, considering and managing multiple goals was undermining that effort or better yet, my focus.

My intention of writing my book, Lessons from the Trumpet Vine, as well as maintaining this blog and the subsequent posts is to offer hope. To inspire others to seek peacefulness and to experience a feeling of safety, calm or knowing. Success would be measured by being able to give a gift to others—granting them to be able to feel a brief respite, a rekindling or a gentle reminder of what truly serves our heart and soul. And, through that, to be encouraged to see the simple joy available to all of us.

As I gazed at the water, the fish came to the surface to feed and as they nibbled amidst wave-rings—new echos were created by their presence. I was further reminded that our purpose is to place drops of love, through words or actions upon our pond. And in doing so, the echos multiply and then continue to reach further and further and further.

I believe, each comforting voice that is heard, every word of compassion that is spoken and every kindness which is demonstrated—impacts our pond—with ripples of love.

Symbolism Abounds!


The Lesson of Passing Over

With my heartfelt love and deepest respect, I wish to dedicate this excerpt to those who are in the process of saying goodbye.

May you find peace and comfort.

Jeri

Lessons from the Trumpet Vine

Written & Illustrated by Jeri L. Glatter

The Lesson of Passing Over

Those who are traveling their paths upon the earth have great difficulty understanding the complete release of everything they have ever understood. You see, the process of passing over is not of the earth but of the heavens. Earthly thoughts and logic no longer exist. Those who find discomfort in the concept of passing over are viewing the event within the realm of the physical world. Peace and acceptance are available to them should they make every attempt to envision this process as one of the soul. This is the soul’s opportunity to experience freedom from the bondage of a physical lifetime, which has been lived to the intended conclusion. No matter when this occurs, the timing is appropriate. There are no accidents in the departure of a soul from the physical world.

We brought you to this lesson with purpose since many misunderstand death—the passing over. They have forgotten that this is a natural conclusion to a life lived. Death is as intended—a completion of a cycle, a journey, which has been decided upon, even chosen, prior to birth. After passing over, the soul is overjoyed, as you witnessed. There is no regret, pain, judgment, guilt, anger, or resentment, only bliss in the purest form. Many live in fear of their own passing, and many more live their lives in regret and sadness over those who have passed. Through your written words, speak to those who are fearful, sad, or regretful so they might find comfort. There are many who have already spoken of this. We ask you to bravely allow your voice to be added to the others and may your words, dear child, bring some measure of comfort.

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The Lesson of Release

In our world today—and perhaps for all of mankind of every generation—our burdens are many. The adept management of the stress and challenges each of us meet as we journey through life often is the measure of our spiritual condition.

I have yet to discover a permanent consistency—and that in itself might be the most prominent of all challenges. We receive moments, glimmers, tiny openings and hints of peacefulness—spurring us on, encouraging us to forge ahead—to seek more such moments—longer moments.

Let us become grateful for those insights of comfort and serenity as we humbly desire the grace of more to come.

Let us seek peace for ourselves, for others and for all of humanity in every possible way we are able.

I wish you peace,

Jeri

May I share with you an excerpt from;

Lessons from the Trumpet Vine

Written & Illustrated by Jeri L. Glatter

The Lesson of Release

On this day, we ask you to travel with us to the river where you will receive your lesson. This lesson shall become one of the most precious gifts you will receive. You will be taught the lesson of release, the gentle letting go and rinsing away. At the river, you may unburden your soul, as the waters carry away your worries, concerns, hurt, and when necessary, your misdirected ego. There is much that is not within your power. Though you may have love in your heart and good intention, grasping tightly prevents independence and freedom. You must allow for the right of all to practice self-will.

Through our life path, we are brought to the opportunities for growth. The varying topographies of our lives become our teachers. Why do we see truth in the belief that our task is to direct our course, or those courses of others, when we do not create any of those paths? We invite you to come to the river today to wash away your burdens, to learn the lesson of release. Hidden beneath the river, within the bedrock, is where the very first drops of peace are born—as release gives birth to acceptance, and acceptance, dear child, is the parent of peace.