I sing because I’m happy
I sing because I’m free
For his eye is on the sparrow
And I know he watches me

It was only after singing this all morning that I realized it is the same truth as The Way. The Universe is always in balance. I am always safe. Whether I am aware of it or not, I am always safe, protected and loved by Spirit, the Universe, Jesus…whoever it feels to be at the moment.
Just as the chimes sing at the movement of the breeze, so my soul sings at the movement of spirit through me and through the universe. There is nothing I have to do, no goals, no end game. Just being. It is so easy to lose sight of that in my daily life.
I want to BE SOMEBODY. I want to accomplish what my heart desires to make manifest. Make the unknown known. That is my heart’s task in this lifetime.
What I now realize is that I don’t have to DO anything to accomplish that. I just can live my own medicine….be myself…and I am making the unknown manifest. I am yet another complete perfect and unique manifestation of God. I can be neither incomplete or imperfect.
Oh what joy. To follow the desires of my heart is to just be and requires no work. “Jesus is the sacrament of the present moment”: Living in spirit is the holy celebration and worship in every moment. Walking in my heart’s truth is the worship the Universe desires. No works required. No resistance. Just flowing with what IS. With Who I Am. And not even any work to change Who I Am. Just making new decisions in every moment and then living it.
The world would make this so hard,so arduous, such a struggle. God help me when I walk in the space of struggle. May it never be my truth again. May I always recognize the lie of struggle and move away from it…back in the flow of being.
I am the way the truth and the life.  No one comes to ultimate awareness but through recognizing their own divinity.
Awareness and ego cannot occupy the same space. They are mutually exclusive.
I am one with the trees. I reach out and connect to them.  They are Perfect Peace to me…completely at peace, quiet, solid, strong, rooted and authentic to themselves.
The finches play among the branches, causing more of the dry leaves to break free and dance as they fall to the ground.
The white cat has found a spot of sun among the trees and brush to sun herself.
Every leaf is a dance to death, and dance after death, a dance in death. The flicker works her way around the tree, her striped head bouncing against the bark.
The hawk screams overhead, marking her territory among the crows, casting a shadow on the ground as she circles.

Worship the goddess with me in all these things. Feel the love, the beauty the perfection as Mother Nature weaves her tapestry.