Heavenly food

Heavenly food

Ah, bright sun! A new dawn! A new day!

You can do anything you wish! Anything!

Ask it of Me!

Take me to Paradise!

Done! It is here!

Give me heavenly food!

Done! It is here!

Give me a beautiful family!

Done! It is here!

And so, I am here. I am rich.

The richest woman alive.

In paradise!

Eat up!

Eat up!

Eat up!

Eat it all, there is always more, more paradise, more love, more heavenlyfood – you cannot get enough and yet it is always so full.

How delightful, how complete.

How heavenly.

Eat up!

 

– Elisa Tidswell

“God’s Wings”

“God’s Wings”

Dear God,

You are the wings beneath my wings.

You carry me through with grace, love and dignity.

You never let me go, only harnessing my strength so I can soar.

There are no words to say.

Instead I give thanks for what you have created and what you allow me to live and breathe each day.

Through you I can BE me.

Your gift.

My gift.

A gift to the world.

For this I am forever in love, awe and appreciation.

With all of my heart.

– Lauren Hallam

 

“Birds”

“Birds”

“Birds” – 7 January 2025

Hold the world lightly in your hands.

Open and close your palms gently so softness of the birds can come and go simply as they please.

Listen to these beautiful birds as they speak another language, their own special songs of praise, love and magical harmonies.

You can learn from them.

How they sing to one another and hear one another with their full presence and rhythm.

They only have love and compassion, never hate or ill will.

They are right before you, every morning at dawn and every evening at dusk.

Keep seeing.

Keep believing, just like the birds.

Life is beautiful.

It is unfolding as a new song everyday.

And so are you.

– Lauren Hallam

 

Mustard Tree

Mustard Tree

Pure Love
Pure Possibility
Universal Service
There is beauty in simplicity.
Strip it back to your core.
Your magical Mustard Tree.
Grounded in your truth.
Be this
I am that
Only always
– Lauren Hallam

Transformation

Transformation

“Imagine a world where the caterpillar would not become a cocoon. Where the cocoon wouldn’t grow and transform into one of the most beautiful things ever seen. Imagine a world without butterflies. Imagine a world where anything that surrounds us and lives would hold on to grow. Would hold on to transform. Would hold on to becoming the most beautiful and magnificent version of themselves.

Imagine a world where we, in our physical body, as humans, wouldn’t think and become fearful, filled with worries and what-ifs. Imagine a world where we, humans, would grow. Would grow because we trust and because we have faith in the unknown.

Imagine a world where that happens—a place where growth is not stifled by fear but embraced with trust, where the beauty of transformation is celebrated rather than resisted. Imagine the shift that would take place, the profound creativity, love, and truly deep connection that will flourish in such a world.”

“Imagine a world where the caterpillar would not become a cocoon. Where the cocoon wouldn’t grow and transform into one of the most beautiful things ever seen. Imagine a world without butterflies. Imagine a world where anything that surrounds us and lives would hold on to grow. Would hold on to transform. Would hold on to becoming the most beautiful and magnificent version of themselves.

Imagine a world where we, in our physical body, as humans, wouldn’t think and become fearful, filled with worries and what-ifs. Imagine a world where we, humans, would grow. Would grow because we trust and because we have faith in the unknown.

Imagine a place where growth is not stifled by fear but embraced with trust, where the beauty of transformation is celebrated rather than resisted. Where we allow ourselves to step into the unknown with open hearts, knowing that growth is inevitable and beautiful.

Imagine the shift that would take place—a world alive with profound creativity, boundless love, and truly deep connection. A world where every individual shines as their truest, most magnificent self, just like the butterfly after its transformation.”

– Miriam Herten