Friday, September 13, 2013

Hunt and Peck



Hunt and Peck
Love, Papa.

Drifting through the moments of life
Looking for that one perfect nugget.
A slow process of elimination.
Scratching here and there.
We hunt and peck through each day
Grasping at specks of dust
Seeking the good feelings.
Always on the move.
Never stopping to think
That perhaps we are the nugget
Discovered anew each day?
Love, Papa.

Jim McKillop
Notes From Papa

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Hands



Hands
Love, Papa.

Take the hands of those who would guide you across the bridges of your life.
Follow when you know you are being led.
Feel the sign posts of the detours and listen to the whispers in your heart.
For though life may appear to be solitary at times, remember you are never alone
And the hands that reach out to assist
Belong to that part of you that sees where the pathway flows
And the journey ends.
Love, Papa.

Jim McKillop
Notes From Papa

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Fix It



Fix It!
Love Papa.

You created it.
Because you thought you wanted it.
Now it’s broken.
And you don’t want it anymore.
What to do?
Fix It!           
Face it straight on!
Consider your options.
Choose a direction.
And go...fix it!
Any questions?
Re-post #742

Love Papa.

Jim McKillop
Notes From Papa

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Moment



Moment
Love, Papa.

That moment when the lights go on and the brilliant awareness strikes you.
When suddenly many pieces of the puzzle go together at once.
And “why” is answered.
That moment just before the questions begin again
And all the swirling in your mind turns to confusion.
The brief moment of clarity when it all seems to make sense.
That moment!
That’s the one I’m talking about.
Remember?
Of course you do.
It’s coming again.
So be prepared.
Love, Papa.

Jim McKillop
Notes From Papa

Monday, September 9, 2013

One and Only



One and Only
Love, Papa.

As the earth reaches up to touch your feet
And the warmth of the breeze envelopes your body
Know only that you are cradled in the arms of the one and only
As each waves gently laps against your body
And the rain softly sprinkles upon your skin
Know only that you are cradled in the arms of the one and only
As the fragrance of the earth fills your nostrils
And the sounds of silence caress your ears
Know only that you are cradled in the arms of the one and only
You are a part of all that is
And each moment is produced solely for your experience.
For you are the one and only and it is you!
Love, Papa.
               

Sunday, September 8, 2013

The Point!



The Point
Love, Papa.

Is the point that your view differs from mine?
Or is it that you require me to believe what you believe?
Do you really want me to agree?
Or do you just want me to oppose your view so you can validate your own identity?
For without your identity intact, who are you?
Awareness begins at the point when you realize that all you’ve ever believed
Was given to you by others.
Not all of whom had your best interest at heart!
What you do with that awareness is...the point!
Love, Papa.

Jim McKillop
Notes From Papa