Deborah Taylor – Unhinged – 2 December 2013

If someone were to ask me how I am lately, I would have to say; “Unhinged”.  Like an old barn door flapping in the wind, the hinges rusty and worn from trying to hold it together, I have finally let go.  I had to let go in order to be present.

Letting go of old stories that once held us together is a prerequisite for living in the moment.  Anything that gives even the slightest feeling of restriction, I’ve tried to release.  That feeling is a good indicator that your mind is getting in your way.  The mind will keep you from experiencing life without limitation.

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Deborah Taylor – It’s Personal – 11 August 2013

I have waited a while to write something that I felt was worth sharing. Every day the same desire to cast my line out into the Cosmos and hook myself that one relevant feeling, that Collective Theme that could be shared and embedded into the ground as a marker post, has kept me going. Like a seasoned chief, I’ve thrust my gage into the fleshy part of the Universe, testing to see the “doneness” of our creations. Time and again the thermometer reading is the same. It registers; “It’s Personal”.

Deborah Taylor – Upgrade, please! – 21 May 2013

“I want an upgrade” she trilled as her nails tapped out a rhythmic beat upon the highly polished mahogany counter. A puzzled look came across the face of the man standing behind the hotel reception desk. Thinking that she was being misunderstood, she repeated her request and I could tell that she was not about to be denied. She expected some attention and she wanted it now! With an efficient French accent, the manager asked if he could be of help and discovered that the woman was not thrilled with her accommodations. “But Madame, you have not even seen your room!” And that’s how it went straight across Europe, from one fine hotel to another. I watched as this musician’s wife with whom I was traveling, insisted upon an upgrade to every room that she was assigned. Some suites she ventured to look at, while others she refused to give even the slightest glance. I was fascinated.

Deborah Taylor – Headin’ Home – 10 April 2013

How does this world talk to you?  Where do you get your information, your understanding of your relationship to this life and the totality of who you are?  Do you believe in what you see before you or do you, like the sentient being that you are, “feel” into events in order to gather your information?  Probably both. Would a white peacock walking down a country road get your attention?  It certainly got mine.

Deborah Taylor – Tiny Beaks – 3 April 2013

The smooth shell of the egg was easily shattered. I held it in my hands and swore to myself that I would keep it close to me and make sure that no harm would come to it. It was so fragile after all and I needed to watch out for it’s safety. As I opened my pocket to check on it’s condition, I discovered that it had smashed. I heard myself gasp at the horror that I felt I had caused. When it fell from the nest and rolled upon the ground, all I had to do was scoop it up and immediately put it back in the nest. There it would remain safe and bide it’s time until Mother Nature awakened these baby birds to tell them to peck their way out of slumber and into life.