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Reflections on the Day

By Dayvid Clarkson

Our visit to this planet is short, so we should use our time meaningfully, which we can do by helping others wherever possible. And if we cannot help others, at least we should try not to create pain and suffering for them.

April 19 at 9:45pm ·
Tonight as I retire I will contemplate on the following, taken in part, from a prayer of Tecumseh. ‘Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their views, and ask that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and of service to your people. Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a stranger if in a lonely place. Show respect to all people, but grovel to none. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living.’ Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid.

April 20 at 10:09pm ·
Those who believe there is only one way of knowing the right path or only one way of understanding this journey will surely miss out on many wondrous moments in this life. The richness of each moment lies in the diversity all around us. An open heart and an open mind will provide you with an extraordinary experience full of synchronicity, amazing coincidences, and a depth of compassion that will fill your soul to the brim. Leave your everyday world behind, leave the negativity behind, and simply embrace a positive mindset. Have faith in the Divine. You are entitled to the life you truly deserve, full of laughter, contentment, and love. It is your choice. Humble bow, Dayvid

April 21 at 10:04pm ·
I imagine you slipping out of your skin.
Preparing to retire for this day.
Ready to chase the stars, soul naked.
Unafraid of the unknown.
I will meet you there and we will view the heavens.
We will sit before the Elders, and listen to ancient stories.
We will rest awhile and greet the morrow.
With renewed strength and resolve we will arise.
You have earned this.
Sleep well, dream deep. Humble bow, Dayvid

April 22 at 9:48pm ·
The Night slips the shadows of the day and arrives at exactly the precise moment we need to travel to the depths of our souls. We will enter the sacred grove, drawn ever inward by the warmth of the fire. Our Elders are open to receiving us, always prepared to share their esoteric knowledge subtly as we sleep. We will only remember that our spirit has grown, that we are accompanied by wise guides, and that we are closer to home. Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow Dayvid

April 23 at 9:56pm ·
This night I celebrate myself. Taking a few steps back and donning the robes of the Observer I lovingly view this humble soul. The challenges, the travails, and the questions this one has faced, with varying degrees of success, all across the stage like unknown actors in a grand play of mystery and intrigue. The journey at times seems ambiguous, with an infinite number of possibilities on the eventual outcome. Yet this mortal being, with a deep comprehension of compassion and kindness has found self here, in this precise moment. Still not fully found and approaching each day with slight trepidation, anxious of missteps, this one still embodies a remarkable faith that this is the path home. As I remove the robes I understand this peaceful warrior is someone I love. Above all else, our empathy must start with ourselves. Give yourself a hug and be the best friend you can be. Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid

April 24 at 9:53pm ·
It is time to once again waltz with the clouds. We will glide and sway along the night path listening to the silence between our breaths. To rest beside the pond reflecting on the moon. The winged folk will pay visits and whisper wisdoms. The four-legged will join us. By nature, it is a circle. You will awaken anew my fellow Star Walkers. Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid

April 25 at 10:02pm ·
Grand Father Sun has gone to rest. Sweet Grand Mother Moon takes over the brood. She shines her light to reveal the stars. At the end of the day, I like to Dusk Walk. A state between awake and dream. I wander the sky; imagine the star patterns connecting the path toward my lessons. It is a most pleasant time, drifting in and out, swaying to the Divine rhythm. I listen to my heart as to an ancient drum leading me forward until I peacefully greet my Elders for another class. I am eternally grateful for every moment, every bit of serendipity, that gives my journey a magical synchronicity. Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid.

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