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Hi! Welcome to the Joy of Miracles.

To write is to uncover, to unhide, to bring to light, and express what is within. To share is the end of all private thoughts, all shame, all guilt, all pain and separation. Here is all Joy found at last! Writing helps us to repeat, focus, choose, and remember ideas. The purpose of this writing is healing for all of us.

This blog is inspired by "A Course in Miracles"and The Work of Byron Katie. You are invited to share your comments by clicking on the word "comment" at the end of each post. If you scroll way down there's a little info about me and also an archive of past writing you can view by clicking on the title. Thanks so much for visiting...

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Monday, April 29, 2013

suicide revisited


he simply reached

the point:


this story

 of body identification

is too painful.


and as Love would have it


She quickly whisked it


away



and it was

a

free

 for

all

:-))))))

happily ever

after the story

chemistry


what is this thing
we call chemistry?

that rises and falls
titillates and swirls
and crashes on the floor
in mind night:
2:35 in the afternoon...

drama queen enters

exploding on to the scene!

oh romeo! oh romeo!
where for art thou, romeo?

and he
off carousing,
gregariously
floating
down the river
with his party hat on!

a flower garden
of damsels in distress
and jokers.

and prince charmings
were expecting?!

oh, girls
oh girls!

check your own chemistry ratings

perhaps your happiness
has nothing to do
with the whether

he comes
or goes

but the temperature
of your very own
heart
gone hot
or cold!

hurray
for the freedom
to check
our own
ratings
and signal to the world
we are on fire
or avalanche patrol!

swing low, sweet chariot
there's probably a good dance going on tonight

come one
come all

wherever you are
on the scale!!!


deep...

what God has joined

cannot be apart.

no wonder

it hurts

to think it so

resolution


resolution

clarity
 of the depth

every sound spoke its
own
voluptuous voice

distinct
shuffling

something....yes   yes   yes
spectacular
to it

then gone

without loss

and another and another and another...


each as brand new
as the first

brand new

no thought of past
in this happening
of birth

of
never before

inkling!
of
life without clouds
without past
without "identity"

just pure
it

all my  life has been waiting
for this
arrival

and in it
no thought of past
or future

just
enjoyment

yes,
in return to depth

every facet of
the jewel

every facet
of one note

its own pure heaven

nothing else exists


the soft spot


treat every single one
like gold

all pain

is Love,
correction

our very own
built in
 bullshit
detector, 
God

do you see 
how there's really 
only one of you?

the one who can tell the difference
between what's loving
and what's confusion...?

balance...
let's take a look over here....
where we never looked before....

the soft
tender center

the sweet spot,
most tender of spaces

nothing there
at all, 
to offend,
to defend,

oh oh oh such spaciousness

such boundless enthusiasm
and compassion

for the martyr,
the extremist,
the one hanging himself,
jumping off the cliff day after day after day
into oblivion

drowning in his  own tears
and thinking it all his brother's doing
or God's

"shit happens!"

oh really?!

are you positive?

maybe you just didn't f**kng notice
that the sun came up 
AGAIN today! 

that there is a stunning view
always
in your mirror...

that that infant
that was just born
is beyond words!

and that shit itself
is the very building block,
the key ingredients,
to this spectacular dream house!


the Soft Center
sees it all

and never shifts
from pure tenderness

hearts 
that simply melt
are no longer
frozen

treat every single one
like
gold

falling in

the river runs deep

she doesn't end

when there is no rain


she doesn't martyr herself
or cringe
nor avoid gravity

she continues but to flow
always

never for a moment
taking her fingers off
any unturned stone

there is no labor involved
she simply connects with all
there is

the story in the headline
makes no difference to her

blood 

spilled
from death 
or birth

is no curse,

no curse,

but nourishment

renewal

vivation

for there can be nothing apart from Her


the river runs deep

it isn't a bridge we need
but a falling in

a falling 
in

with her

this river
can never separate
from the river,
the deepest river,
rushing through you

the One
 River

Mother

Love



love,
joy

Sunday, April 28, 2013

bi-wings


under neath that unbearable heartache that reaches to the end of time and beyond

that dark aching cavern deeply fingering into the roots of the beginning

under the ground 

so far under the ground

the beginning of it hidden from sight

but the familiarity is not unseen

no the familiarity
has been with me since 

since

cells?

reaching
back 
to find it

when was i without this....?

when

was there a time i was only

a bright warm sunbeam

from the inside out?

without that ax ratcheted in my craw?

when was there ease..?

a flow without hesi hesi hezi    take it! tion?

stellar biwings

bistrings vibrating melody so freely

it happens entirely in the absence of effort or intention or thought....

like when you are doing the dishes and you notice you are singing...

it just started 

before you even noticed.....

God

Saturday, April 27, 2013

con artist

I am not a body.
I am free.

free of all pain,
all sickness,
all tyranny forever

limitless in scope

no edge

nothing i don't include

oh dear one
do you see
the rain
is in everything?

the rain,
the very rain

who can deny this?
every living thing

every
living
thing
made up of rain

3/4 of the earth herself full of rainwater
free falling
cycled through
all of us
in every moment

i rain on you
this breath
this sweat
this peeing

unstoppable
invisible

no different, Love,
the edgeless,
ever blooming

transpiring

trans spiriting

the deepest well
of me,
is you

the inner, 
the outer

no bounds

a body but conspires
to con you,
trickster mind...master image maker...the Original High Definition...
so sharp,
you  con cieve 
that Being,
Love,
could be separate


grass!

"at one
with every aspect
of creation"...

free
like the grass that blows

to just be grass!

to shout it out
green!
and earthy

loving my toes
that live deep underground

never
for anyone
to lay eyes upon,
to comment on,
to compliment...

never
looking for validation--
that i am great grass;
doing a great job
of being green, little girl

oh lordy!
these funny people
who constantly seek affirmation
for being some tiny aspect,
something different and better than (and far smaller than)
the miracle they already are!

a candle, you see,
not aware of its brilliance,
its glow
its warmth
its continually melting quality
its light,
its jewel-like beauty,
colors of orange, violet, blue, gold...
continually transforming
and no delineation of change possible

oh the joy!
just to be the grass!
that i am!

juicy green in spring
stiff and dry in autumn
soft, moist, and dormant under the winter snow

ever connected to all there is (can you imagine....a world ....without grass?!)

all i need pours down upon me
lays underneath me
forever supporting these roots,
feeds me

joyous cleats upon me, yes!

feel
feel
feel it

how absurd to dream

a grass skirt i will one day be...

life
life
life
is now

forever

now!


Friday, April 26, 2013

and so it is...

everything
springs from you

there is
 only 
love

anything seeming else
is just misconstrusion

clouds
that seem
to strangle the sun

but how can a cloud 
ever strangle the sun?

its but the belief 
that the sun,
the whole universe,
reality,
love,
your very nature,
has been wiped out,
is missing

the error feels
like torture,
death

that's the self-correcting nature of God
you get an ,immediate direct
message

a call for correction,
restoration,
a loosening 
of the constricted view

wide open frontier
adventure
unexposed territory: 
rapture

endless
opening
opening
opening

behind every door...
upon door...
upon door...

the view but opens
again

can you imagine
what it looks like
behind
your last mask?

the one that divides you
from your brother?

where there is nothing
but

falling falling falling
in
Love

nothing to hold on to

not one fragment
to grasp...

completely without control...

Love keeps colliding
with Itself

spontaneously

combusting!

love,
Joy

Saturday, April 20, 2013

fire hose!

"Birthing"   Acrylic 12x16 Joy Schultz
your nature
is light

light's nature
is to shine

extend
freely

the power of a gushing fire hose!

which way 
will you point it?

do you see the impossibility of lack...in a gushing fire hose?

it's simply
a matter of
where
do you give
all its unending power?

if you give it to the nightmare--
all your energy
all your gifts
all your creativity
all your imagination
all your time...

you see and feel the haunted house!
as real as can be

if 

you give it to gratitude,
there is not one
speck of dust,
one drop,
one hair,
one kiss (given or not given)
one blink,
one breath...
you will not be on your knees
in gratitude for

that's the Kingdom of Heaven

all power in Heaven
and earth
is You

Light
to see
Light

All there is

priceless


Friday, April 19, 2013

You

Watercolor 14x20 Joy Schultz



You
are a window
of light
to the world


Thursday, April 18, 2013

Save the date!

Hi Beautiful People,

Just want to let you know I'll be leading the Gathering at the Rocky Mountain Miracles Center this Sunday at 11am and you are all invited.

And !!!!

I just found out Roxann Burroughs, Byron Katie's daughter, will be coming to Denver, June 21-22 to offer a workshop on The Work: Your Prescription for Happiness. Details are being worked out now.  I really recommend this event and wanted to let you  know so you could save the date. Cost will be $150.

Happy day!
love,
Joy

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

My salvation comes from me.

Acrylic 18x24 Joy Schultz

magnificence

light and peace (and peaches) and joy
abide in me

images,

symbols,

forever brilliant

the feeling
of pink!

of a leaping dolphin,
that huge "weight"
bursting through the surface of the water,
air, sky,
spray...

slow it down
slow        it                                             down

slow

it


down,

frame.

frame.

frame.


feel the glory!

the magnificence!

of this one instant

feel it

that's what a painting
offers you


claiming the unborn

I am the safety
I seek

located right here
where the denial is

i am the happy cookie
you said was burned

i am the lovely white lace
under the  mud

i am the transparency of glass,
the invisible nature,
without the fingerprints
of "mine'
"my"
"me",
without my "name" upon it

can you really
claim a piece of the river

that flows through "your" property?

how can you
claim
and grasp
what is forever passing through,
what is
forever new?

can you really lay claim
to an idea
prior to it's birth,
waiting to catch it
in a net
and put some kind of label
on it

that  makes a border,
a demarcation?

--this raindrop is me--
and the rest of the water
in the universe
is something else!

what benefit 
can such imagined authority
offer?

the restoration
of what was never separate
to its Entirety
is the safety
a lie can never offer

i am
the Safety
i seek

right here
right now

offer your brother
his oneness with you
and there is
no more danger
to  protect yourself from


Leapfrog!

Joy
writes ItSelf

Love
simply
writes Her Self

no effort

that's how
you know
its Love

no resistance

it simply
cannot be
contained

wills to be shared,
extended

Joy does
leapfrog
over any and all,
there just are
no obstacles...

it's a joy
to vault over
that "rock"

it's put there
for me,
to assist!

that Love can leap even higher

reaching and disappearing 
into the stars

that previously seemed
so far away...

no way!

being the stardust,
of course,
i must be the "fallen star"

not fallen
at all!

stardust remains light ness

reflection,
the beams
connecting Source

no space between,
no gap

what amazing love

a star,
literally,
sitting beside me
on the "sofa"--more stardust--
i sit upon

and as the stars do gather together
in "classroom"/party

it is such a joy
to see Itself
smiling back

how much higher can It get
than to meet Itself
completely exposed,
joined
as One?

Leaping leaping leaping
Love!

painting together...
Joy

Friday, April 12, 2013

let the dragons run wild!

what is
right now
is maximal love

it shows you
what
you are believing

in neon lights
(rather than hidden in the dark basement,
calling haunting threats into your dreams)

let the dragons out of the bag
let the thoughts run wild
one by one across your paper

they are coming for you! (not to eat you alive, but to liberate you from your prison!)

look
as an artist
at each hair and claw

miss nothing
the curve
the edge
the underbelly
that has never seen light

now
its time
has come
to shine the spotlight
onto the unexposed

that anxious little girl behind the curtain,
behind mama's skirt

didn't want to grow up
and leave dependency

mama so big
and safe,
me so needy
comfy in her arms

now
i need a man
a dog
a cat
a fur stole
comfy pillows
new soft sweater
 home cooked meal
warm chewy chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven

comfort me, world!

i would dangle no more beads
before my face

no more hypnotic trance

let this ache
be the reminder
of the mistake,
the correction

point back in
point back in
turn back inside

to where
the Love is

the dawn of Love
within

no more opposite

the lions now
are soft and mellow,
dozing, relaxed, purring
in the great warm sunshine

they've been tended to
and love the grass they lie upon

what is
right now
is maximal love



Tuesday, April 9, 2013

just try... to be separate

16 candles,

is it true?

upon a "cake",

what's that?

wheat seeds
sprouts
tall grasses blowing in the wind wide open blue sky with airplane buzzing
needs soil
needs rain
needs ocean, clouds
fish

sugar cane
needs a  whole 'nother continent 
a thousand hands
a chopper
a buyer
a seller
a box maker
sugar plant
shoe maker! (and don't forget the panty maker...)
soap
truck driver radio cb
delivers to my store
a car i drive
needs Japan!
and all its people!
just to name a few

in this "bite"

a bite,
really?

or the entire universe?!

even star dust
and gas CO2
the bubbles rising in the batter
oh the electronic currency particles river and boxing into each other unseen,
zipping faster than my eye can dawdle...
what else
is invisible to my eye?!

and if it's invisible
is it true?
can i really know that
because mr. famous said so.
be cause
someone put it in a book, magazine, internet
by "respected by someone else" source

my mom said
she baked the cake

i believed her

and

i took credit for the work of the whole universe
ever since!!!

now that's 
a real hallucinogen

who needs drugs
when i'm already so high up?

mind
twisting
turning
folding (just like origami makes a plain piece of paper into a swan, car, rabbit...)
hiding itself
from Its Self

joking!

just joking, folks!

just jokin' around and around and around the "world"

did i get ya?

take  no thought seriously....

it's one tiny particle

in the endless expanse,

endless x pants

of what is,

a crumb,

or all of it?

what would you  have today, mam?

Joy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...................................        .           .          ...         .

playfulness bends aand stretches and absolutely laughs her head off  (her body off.....)

merry merry now depth opennnnnninggggg........mirror mates!




Friday, April 5, 2013

a see of God

floating rocks!

can it be?

it isn't gravity,
but thought
that holds
that rock
"in place"

it isn't gravity at all
that moves
the pointer on the scale

it is but thoughts
that move the hand
that puts "food"
into a"mouth"
and insist
a "body"
is your limit

see the edges of the frame
soften
blur a bit
as the hand reaches out of the frame!
against all laws of seriousness

she slathers her "enemy"
in a bubble bath!

i will your happiness,
your floatility,
fertile joyous laughter,
to be
 without a hint
of doubt

booster club of Your Will,
mine,
Ours

Can rocks fall upward?!
uplifted?

what a world this could be!...is....
yes,
where sand swirls and whirls up and around
in circles
without a finger

cliffs  rise up

mountains do rise
out of the earth
and elevate
the view

what rock
has settled,
what tiny pebble
seems heavy
and immovable
in your mind?

there is
nothing
Lightness
cannot
make light of....

floating rocks...
a see of God




"in lightness
and in laughter
will sin's absurdity be seen
at last" (acim)

you can't cancel God

everything
is maximal goodness--
on a platter!

this day i offer you
the sky
the sun
the airplane
this neighbor
this moment

to love
with all your heart

truly
what would you rather do?
is there anything that feels better?

what a gift
to be with me
this day

to hold a class,
be the student,
of Self

here
where all the Universe
resides

visit

Cause


sit
 with Her
Radiance

oh hilarity
that there could be
any thought of stress
around a "change of plans"
in the world

a "cancellation!"

laughing out loud

you can't cancel God!

God is here
shows up to every event
and staying at home

Being You

you bring it all--
audience and performer,

God being both

the Stillness within
wills to be Yours today

to be prevalent
to permeate
the undulations
and release the clenching jaw
hand
picture

a cancellation,
a string cut,
one more time,
that the experience of 
Wholeness
be denied
no more

there is no real
choice

it's just a simple realization
of what is already true

Your Nature
is Love

you know this
beCause
nothing feels better

ever


Thursday, April 4, 2013

wonder land

how can you have 

a sense of wonder,

the wonder

of it all,

of the thing right in front of your face


mystery

bigger than my mind...


when you (think) 
 you already know....all wrapped up and framed in an old frame?


wonder

holds 

no

frame


no frame
at all


wonder,

forgetting
everything
i ever knew...(frames)

open

really  open

what is,

without "my past"?


About Me

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I have been a student of A Course in Miracles since 1986. It has helped me tremendously to be a happier person by helping me change my perception of everything. I have found writing to be very helpful in the process of practicing, experiencing, and living the ideas in the Course. In 2006 I started sharing inspiration from the Course with a friend. Now it is a joy to share it with everyone. In 2009, The Work of Byron Katie found me at a woman's group. The Work is a way to identify and question your stressfuI beliefs. I dove right in and in April 2013 became a Certified Facilitator of The Work of Byron Katie. I work with people privately and offer online classes. Please visit www.joyofthework.com for more information. I also still occasionally lead the 11am Sunday Gathering at the Rocky Mountain Miracles Center in Denver. For more information http://www.miraclescenter.org/

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