Morning Trip (301)

“Your mind, like all minds, tends to identify and label things automatically: tree, stranger, yellow. Without realizing it, you then begin to anticipate what you are going to see next based on what you know. When this happens, your awareness grows duller, as the lazy brain overlooks distinctions. People lose their unique identity and richness, and experiences are compared to what ‘was’ rather than being explored for what is now.

When you look at life without any labels or expectations, all the wonders of this precious moment reveal themselves.”

–Don Miguel Ruiz Jr.

Morning Trip 300

“‘My opportunities are unlimited. There is a Divine Urge to express. It permeates me and fills all space and all people. All of my affairs are in Its hands. To It are clearly visible the best ways, methods and means for my greater expression. I leave my affairs in the hands of this principle, and I co-operate with It.

‘Today the possibilities of my experience are unlimited. The Spirit flows through me, inspiring me and sustaining that inspiration. I have ability and talent and I am busy using them.. This talent is divinely sustained and marketed under a Universal plan of right action.

‘Life lies open to me–rich, full, abundant. My thought, which is my key to life, opens all doors for me. I proceed on my way as one who knows that God goes with him into an eternal day of infinite privilege. I have only to open the portals of my soul and accept that which is ready to express through me. Today I fling these portals wide; today I am the instrument through which life flows.'”
–SOM para 5, page 304-end para 2, page 305

Morning Trip (299)

“The mistake of utopia is to assume that all will be perfect Perfection may be the definition, but we are human, and even into utopia we bring our own pain, error, jealousy, grief. We cannot relinquish our faults, even in the hope of paradise, so to plan a new society without taking human nature into account is to doom that society to failure. –The Glynn Queen’s Words, AS COMPILED BY FATHER TYLER”
–Erika Johansen, The Fate of the Tearling