Jennifer Star...

 
Black Collage:


Primordial            (fundamental, primary)

Essence              (something that exists)

Awakened and    (to become conscious or aware of something)

Centrally              (holding to a middle between extremes)

Engendered         (to assume form)


As I sit in deep meditation, I contemplate matters of the heart. I acknowledge and nurture the pending birth of Inner Peace from within the Divine Feminine, which has rooted itself deep in the earth of my being and extends its growth to the world on which I live, touching the lives of ALL.

    The light and awesome power from the energy of our universe guides my way. Diving in to the healing waters of spirit, many ‘faces’ of peace appear. My Inner Child, who knows we are ONE, shows great strength in holding a place for peace. The wisdom of my experiences paints an image of peace which goes everywhere with me.

    I am at peace.

    I AM peace.


    For me, Peace looks like the forest on a still spring morning. The green leaves on the trees feel soothing and comforting as I gaze upon them. All elements of the forest—trees, plants, insects, animals, rocks—show me how peace lives in all things, yet at times can be fleeting when disturbance occurs.

    For me, Peace feels like the touch of flowing water on my skin. All my troubles are carried away with these waters. My soul is cleansed and refreshed with the flowing waters.

    For me, Peace smells like the fresh baked or cooked foods that nurture my body and soul. Peace also smells like a long needed rain on parched earth. In both instances, these smells of Peace reach deep within me and feed a hungry place.

    For me, Peace tastes like the sweet nectar of fresh ripe fruit. This taste reminds me of the seeds that grew to be this fruit, and the seeds that are this fruit, continuing the cycle of birth and death. Between this is peace.

    For me, the sound of peace is the gentle breeze singing through the trees, the birdsong in the trees, the burbling brook running through the forest, the cooing of an infant at her mother’s breast, the loving sentiments between family and friends, and the sound of my heartbeat when I’m quiet and still.