I believe...that's what I'm about.
I believe that this life is a journey that has the capacity to bring a greater understanding of who each and everyone of us is and has the potential to become.
Let me explain.
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Process of a Miraclean Experiment. Day Three I've stated that in order for me to change my life I must change everything I believe. It's sounds pretty simply and ultimately the concept is easy, but the process is one that digs deep into many different levels. For much of my life I was not aware of the many different componen...
I once planted a garden I used nickels, dimes and quarters as my seed. This was a garden whose fruit would end my parents fighting over the HeaTelephonElectric bills A garden whose fruit would buy me and my sisters purple bicycles with pinks streamers flowing out of the handlebars. A garden whose fruit would feed Mayor... th...
The Process of a Miracle.. Is it possible to change one's life in the course of thirty days? To have such transformations occur in which the seemingly limited capacity of comprehension can stretch past it's own boundaries into the untapped potential of possibilities? I intend to find out through this experiment! A miracle de...
MaryKay workers of the world. You see them driving. Faces painted like rainbows. Clenched smiles. Screwy Eyes. Hiding in their pink, flesh colored cars.
There are five of us. We all meet at the same time, although we do not know each other. The sun now sets at four taking with it any warmth it may have offered. We do not talk but our separate clouds of bluish gray smoke mingle together Floating up to the heavens above. Through the pinks, yellows and purples painted across th...
I find myself... I find myself staring at a girl who seems very familiar. Her hair a knotty nest of brown reminds me of my own when unwashed for days. Dull, cloudy brown eyes hide in there sunken sockets floating aimlessly. At times she tries to focus on me but only drift closed in the emptiness. I look away. Suddenly very s...
The Process of Becoming.... Everyday I sit on a bench surrounded by this great big trimmed hedge in my mothers garden, sipping my coffee and slowly introducing myself to the new day. I love to sit and feel the Sun's gentle morning kiss upon my face as the sweet, milky flavor of the coffee rolls on my tongue. I take as much t...
Believing Again... I remember heavy summer evenings when the tired sun would sink into the shadows of the horizon. When the last remnants of day would meet to mingle with the evening for a few moments before parting to say goodbye. The stars would begin to appear in the lavender twilight that gently gave way to the deep, pur...
The Path.... I wandered outside tonight, feeling the inner need to connect to something bigger then the daily hum drum distractions of life. I forget that the wonder and awe that wells up from the depths of my being is something I need to replenish by embracing the simplistic wonders all around me. By embracing the invisible...
Redefining God.... I grew up with the conventional western view of God; that there is an omnipresent something or another in the heavens above that somehow was in control of everything. Religion never explained all the paradox's that I saw. If God was so mighty then why were things the way they were? I never received any ans...
Morgan Macgregor
Member since: May 2007
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