Heaven is an opening within your heart to receive love; it is noticing the pattern in the clouds even as they begin to dissolving with the warming sun.

Heaven is a smile upon a stranger's face or a sudden suprise of an unexpected experience of joy.

Heaven can be found in taking a moment to play, that brings forth such a well of happiness that you naturally wish to extend it to others. Heaven can be found by making the choice to see yourself and this world in a new way: to look for the best that has always been apparent, but may have been obscured by the clouds of one's mind.

In choosing to smile at life, heaven can be created as a way of being that opens the door of hopefulness to all that may be possible. Heaven can be noticing what's there, rather what is absent. Heaven can be a kiss of sunshine on the face of the day, that you thought only held rain.

Transformation of life can occur in a moment when we set aside our problems, embrace what is new, and taste the warm waters upon which life rests. Heaven may exist on our doorstep and in our hearts, or in a change in our experience that flows from the synchronicities that are noticed, when we allow our life to sing with heaven's blessings.

Those meanderings of heart and soul, that have you play with the ideas of the perimeter, are just you experimenting, feeling it out for what it is. Like the fish caught in my bucket, you decide which to keep and which ones to throw back into the pond of old ideas.

And even those still writhing in the bucket of your wondering, you observe, watch them move about, and know that ultimately they will move back into the terrain of "what has been" so that your bucket can be filled with something else.

None of this needs to be taken seriously. It is just your playground of momentary ideas, that you can laugh about at some future point—with love.

The Rainbow Spirit has movement through the realms of color, of vibration and consciousness, and orange and yellow emerge as silken threads interwoven through the fabric of experience—of emotion that feels the shifting sands of inspiration, of beauty, as well as the dark seeds that have grown upward to find the light.

The breath of Spirit fills our wings, carrying us higher to reach the purple and violet layers of divine whispering. But, first, one enters through the portal of heart, of the soft greens of balance between mind and heartfelt feelings—that allow the luminous glow of pinks to filters through, as the touch of acceptance is given for all that such a heart has held.

As the upper levels are reached, the platform of violets lift us to the heightened peak of soft white and crimson snow, that brings what is below to above and vice versa. And here we sit upon this peak of majesty and behold what has been and what we have become, through the journey of traversing the layers of our existence—if only to find that God exists within them all.

And with hands clasped around the thrown of our heart, such love is given, such love is received; and the crimson sky changes its colors, depicting the vibrations of rainbow's song.

Then, finally, the rose pink of the Divine Mother's heart appears before us and tells us to drink from the softness within, from all the love that is given. May its softness mark every step on the road, because no matter the terrain we have walked and even further pathways that we may follow, all is marked by the love that is given; and to find this IS the point of our experience.

Illuminated in the mist, the Spirit opens her wings to take flight. She moves with silent grace into the hearts of man. She awakens our lips that they may know and speak the truth of our heart. She surrenders the mind, that it may know its higher embodiment and reach to that ascent.

She, the Spirit, flurries her wings in each waking moment, that we may taste the nectar that such a moment brings.

Mostly, her Spirit, the holiness of Spirit within, shines with her startling brightness, her purest form of love, that transforms everything that it touches. It melts the snowcap of the mountain, turning it to the golden peak of the realized sun, so that its rivers may run and flow with this pure gold of man's realized Self. This Spirit touches the soul and heart with love—that cascades to run as a thousand rivers outstretched to reach even the emptiest places.

All of this occurs so that the earth—of man's demise—may be renewed, and it may receive the Spirit, the truth, that each man and woman were born to come to know and fully embrace.

The way through the forest, when you cannot see your way, is to take one step and to trust that the next step will be seen.

The way through the forest, is to trust your heart, and know that its guidance has always seen you through, and its wisdom has always been called forth in the moment when it was needed, and deemed necessary.

The way through the forest, is to look towards the light that has always been, and that filters through the long green stalks of one's experience.

This light shines through the density of your thoughts, your fears, and foreboding and offers to you the hope that the way is clear and comes to be seen, comes to be shown, through the faith of just stepping forward. Through that faith, the path will be shown, and through that knowing, you will arise and arrive at the periphery of even this experience, and open to the summer fields of loving—that is the clearing that exists and is waiting for you at that journey's end. And then, at that point, you will look back at the forest and wonder what all of the fuss was about.

In love, and through love, you will always find your way through, everything. God's peace and God's blessings are here, are always with you, and so be at peace.

In the soft green light, mixed with the golden shafts of the sun, I walk within the forest on the well-formed pathway before me. It seems composed of soft leaves and cherry blossoms, laid down by the breeze, and it marks my way into the forest's depths.

Soon the air around me seems to change, its energy imbued with the mystical. The forest becomes magical, and the natural forms of this landscape begin to shape-shift. The pathway can no longer be seen, and although I may not find my way without it, I feel no fear, at all.

I feel the safety of the trees who stand before me, and who seem like guardians—like my grandfather's presence in my earlier life. They seem to come alive, as tall beings, mystical and wise, benevolent and loving.

Then, before me stands one such being, taking on a form of humanness. He bows slightly towards me, and offers to me a seat upon the soft mossy earth, before a tickling stream. He tells me to drink my fill from the magic of the waters of this forest, to feed myself from its deep well of beauty—that I may see the stars and realms that exist before me, and dream one of the thousand dreams awaiting my embrace.

Moving slowly, deliberately, or not moving at all could be seen as a way to shift and to dance with time. It could be seen as an opportunity to enter an alternate reality where the space, allowed through that rest, is filled with creatorship. This can be likened to the space that existed before the big bang—where all things occurred and were brought into being.

Sloth, the slowness, the beingness to do nothing. But is it nothing? Is it not, could it not be, the time to taste the nectar of the heavens? Could it be a time to allow all outer things to fall away, and to let the moss gather on the external for a while? It is a time to be called within to the deepness that is waiting, the stillness that is present all the time.

It is the moment where boredom, doing less, or nothing at all allows the veil to be lifted.  It can be a moment when we shift and merge into the heart of the Source light, and experience this deep energy within, that is transforming us. Through connecting to the stillness of our inner being, thereby allowing such receiving, everything is transformed. Through slowness and our stillness of doing no-thing, our cup—of our being—is filled with light. It infiltrates our consciousness and transforms our cellular structure, and our neural memory and pathways. All that we have to do is to receive and take in this light, the eternal light of creation that exists beyond, and yet within, all forms and movement.

In this state, of what I would call our spiritual sloth, we become new beings, and through this slowness the particles of light begin to shine. Our outer casing then shatters its illusion of form, and eventually the wall of this outer shell begins to break apart and then fall away.

All of this occurs by sitting in the stillness and returning to the power within, the greatest power of All—of the great All that is the light. It has the power to shape the mountain, to create from the seed the beautiful flower, and within us it has the power to create all things anew. All this is given as we return and embrace our spiritual sloth.