Imagination

April 18, 2014Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Reflections Tags: Guided Imagery, imagination, Inspirational, Meditation, NaamaYehuda, Open Spaces, Poetry, Reflection, Self Discovery Leave a comment

Open a door to imagination.

Re-visit forgotten times of untethered awe still left of childhood. Do not worry–your spirit does and always knew exactly how. Just go.

Open a door to imagination.

Let what isn’t, could not, would not be–become. In your mind’s eye, make reality.

Open a door to imagination. Fret not. You can’t get lost. You are already home.

Think of wonder. Fathom fairies. Fly aboard an eagle. Cradle soft onto the foaming sea. There are no rules to conjuring. No timeline. No bonds of gravity, age, physics. Relativity folds time onto itself. Explore.

Open wide the door.

For a moment or an hour. For a blink or afternoon, reshape yourself along the creases you never saw were possible new vistas. Find magic in the corners of your heart. It is there. It never left.

Open a door to imagination.

Breathe in light. Discover open spaces beyond air, beyond even what you believed could be imagined. Understand. Expand.

There are worlds out there. Awaiting your inspiration.

And more doors await. Beyond. Right here. Keen to open. You.

To imagination.

Perspective …

April 9, 2014Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Reflections Tags: Breathe, Central Park, Meditation, NaamaYehuda, New York City, Pause, Personal time, Poetry, Reflection, time 2 Comments

Life rushes by.

Essential tasks tick looming.

Hardly a single second left to breathe …

Slow down … take heed …

Even in the midst of chaos,

the heavy endless canyons of dark asphalt,

and sky-high gray concrete,

even in the angry honking of a thousand yellow taxis,

in the press of harried people on the streets,

in the tasks that frustrate waiting,

in the overwhelming wish for time and needs–

Pause now.

Find perspective.

Take a moment.

Change your point of view to rise above

and slow the moment’s speed.

It’s there. Believe.

Even in the concrete jungle

There’s a wide green lung

Awaiting, present; a potential reprieve

A slower pace

A gentler space

Reminding you to pause and breathe …

Let your hopes bud free

April 6, 2014Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Quotes, Reflections Tags: Growth, inspiration, Meditation, NaamaYehuda, Poetry, Potential, Reflection, self-expression, self-help, Spring Leave a comment

Now that sunny days sneak up

Behind cold rainy mornings

And layers get peeled open outdoors;

There’s a quickening of breath, action, planning:

Verdant peaks poke out of brown branches,

Sturdy shoots plow up from empty hard ground,

Tenacious flowers unfurl spunky petals–

Nature showing the way

To not hold back, not delay

Your own hesitant budding of hopes …

Find your path, gently plow your spirit to waken,

Stir your earth

Stow your fears,

Sow even your most tentative knowledge–

It, too, has potential for growing.

Give your dreams a good shake

Unclog plans from despair or stagnation

Stretch your soul

Clear your heart from worry, anger, dissuasion.

Plant your words in this world

Air your prayers to welcome the sun

Seek expression.

Sprinkle showers of hope upon your budding self

You will not be mistaken–

There is a world reawakened

With much worthy growth to be taken.

A Path To Peace

April 1, 2014April 1, 2014Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Quotes, Reflections Tags: compassion, hope, kindness, Meditation, Mother Theresa, NaamaYehuda, Peace, Poetry, Reflection, Terror, War 2 Comments

Peace is not made by force

Or guns

Or terror.

It is not reached through the infliction of an added pain

Unto another

In the name of God or righteousness.

Peace is not made

By fighting for it with hatred

Or another war.

Children everywhere are children

Worthy of far more.

May compassion multiply and kindness grow …

To put out the fires of hatred and division,

The smoldering of war and rage,

Of profiteering and apathy,

Of greed and power-hunger

Disguised as they can be by flag or faith or vocal moral lore.

May compassion multiple and kindness grow …

To pour cool peacefulness

On zealots and prejudiced

And remind them we have all been born

Under the same skies

In the same form

Onto the same blue-green shores.

May love flow through the wounded places

Through the broken walls and empty spaces,

To fill the shattered hearts with light,

To gently hold

Let light unfold.

Today, be Still

March 26, 2014Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Quotes, Reflections Tags: Balance, Beauty, Breath, Meditation, NaamaYehuda, Poetry, Quietude, Reflection, self-help, Stillness Leave a comment

Today,

find a point of stillness:

brief, but precious

slight, but full

small, but luminously real.

Find a point stillness

in the balance of all things

between the breathing out

and breathing in.

(Quote by Na’ama Yehuda)

Hello Spring!

March 20, 2014March 20, 2014Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Good stuff!, Reflections Tags: Beauty, flowers, happiness, Meditation, NaamaYehuda, Newborns, Poetry, Reflection, Renewal, Spring, Warmth 3 Comments

It is spring!

The birds sing, and people walk around with the odd and gladdened smile of no-more-winter, raising eyes to the blue sky.

It is Spring!

The forsythia will bloom, the cherry trees will blossom, little buds will poke their heads up from the ground without a sound to boom a verdant glow.

It is Spring!

Nests will fill with fuzz and wooing birds and new twigs splendor, and perfect eggs will follow, curling hatchlings deep in dreams of endless worms.

It is Spring!

Open windows. Open jackets. Green grass reappearing under browning frost and bits of winter’s snow.

It is Spring!

Lambs will bleat, ducklings waddle, kids will scamper ‘cross new meadows, as their mothers languid, follow, sated by the younglings’ joy.

It is Spring!

Can you feel it? There’s a buzz, a distinct glitter. Light has changed–now amplified–and not only by the angle of the sun finally resuming duty, back to glory, hastening beauty.

It is Spring!

Don’t worry if some gray dreary days will come and try to turn the tide. Spring would not abide–it has come now, and it will forge paths in frozen soil to melt remaining cold.

Time’s come.

Winter has grown old. Its shift has ended. Spring sprung. Let’s welcome it aboard!