We live in a story.  One that has been written, rewritten, and written again yet has never end. We find ourselves looking into a future that has already happened yet has never been told because we forgot we were the authors.  The sculptors.  The painters.  We choreograph the orchestral movements that resound within our own symphony of inner concordance.  We choose the tune for which we dance into our new chapter of this endless tale.  

This day is really like any other day, but we have all subscribed to it the demarcation of an end and a beginning.  And that is good for it reminds us we are ultimately in this together.  But it is also to remember that each moment in between each moment, the pregnant pause between each breath is also the same…a birth and death.  We are creation and destruction in the magical alchemy of our internal heartscape.  Our soul’s longing to feel its expression reflected in a union of sacred connectivity that can only sustain itself in the waters of Infinite Love.  

The sensation of Time is loosening…quickening…sometimes confusing.  The individual infinitude of our consciousness is beginning to pair itself into a higher vibration of synergy from which emerges a new You…and through You a new Us.  Feeling all that doesn’t align in the heart of how you thought the story might be written.  For Love doesn’t subscribe to anything less that its own Brilliance and the nature of its Oneness.  

We are coming together, today and each day that follows.  By writing our own stories based in our own self-loving care and authority, we combine with others who are doing the same. There will no longer be writing tragedies, for we will have decided that those words are no longer needed.  No longer exist in the bonding of our pages.  Our story will become about Us and not me and you as much.  The words will come easier for they have already been written.  For we are already there waiting for us to rejoice in our remembrance.

Whomever you are, wherever you live, I look forward to the unfolding mystery that brings us together once again.  As long as we keep investing in our own hearts and cultivating that which is in endless supply of greatness, we will come to meet again, as family or lovers.  

Happy New Year from my SoulFullHeart to yours.  
Sequoia Heartman