Sunday, March 29, 2020

Sunrises Are Gratitude


A friend of Facebook wrote "sunrises are gratitude." I said it sounded like a poem. Maybe it is. 

Symbols and sirens echo in clarion call
Shipwrecks and market crashes are signals of change
Mirrors are gateways through the dense wall  
Raccoons and squirrels will rearrange
Mountaintops are ladders through the ceiling sky
Hummingbirds and dragonflies alter attitude 
Lions and tigers and bears ... oh my!
At our daybreak ... sunrises are gratitude

Hope is based not on the path gone before
But in the knowing of what we're made of
Not even the anticipation of what lies in store
Not even the romantic novel filled with love
Love letters are not guarantees in granite
Wishes are not sturdy branches on which to swing
A priest or pope can't forgive with pardons granted
None of these worldly offerings offer anything

But a baby's first words and first walk 
They are carved into eternal memory
Like that high school first-time deep long talk
The art created by the artist with fine artistry
The poet's meter and symbolism and rhythm and rhyme
The plaster sculpture carefully etched in stone
The experiences of the dreamer etched in time 
The gift of surrender and healing ... as we atone
The expansive oneness we experience alone
Gathering no moss wherever we may roam
On our sacred way to our original home

Shipwrecks and market crashes come to change landscapes
Demolishing past promises and platitudes 
The doors slam shut tight on all our escapes 
An angelic encounter, miracles in the multitudes
Shipwrecks and market crashes will come and go
Now right action is combined with right attitude
Mirrored in nature and your own divine soul 
Sunsets are inevitable; sunsets are gratitude

James Anthony Ellis can be found at

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

The Universal Nudge

For the past couple weeks I have heard this high-pitched squeal emanating from the front of my car as I stop at lights and stop signs.

Lemme figure this out:

A.     I have somehow trapped a neighborhood pig under my hood, and every time I stop, it is pleading for release.
B.     I have the unfortunate timing of only stopping my car near outdoor concerts, wherein high school girls excitedly welcome the latest boy band.
C.     I need new brakes.

Over time, it became clear that yes indeed, it was C. I was getting that warning signal that told me that in due time my brakes would be D – O – N – E, and soon grinding against the rotors.

That sound was basically alerting me that I needed to get my brakes checked, and very likely fixed.

Call it a tap on the shoulder, a gentle reminder, a nudge.

This got me thinking of the times we are gently nudged by the universe over various aspects of our lives, and how we hold the choice to either bypass that nudge or attend to it immediately.

It got me thinking of how I:

·      Wait on writing something … before the inspiration dissipates and then leaves me.
·      Delay the trip to the dentist … before having to get the pain to stop.
·      Suffered for years at a lame-ass job … before I was asked not so nicely to pack my clipboard and depart.
·      Ignored the initial weeds in the garden … before seeing how they overtook the beauty completely.

That universal nudge is so kind and gentle, whispering the next indicated step that would so make our lives work better … even work out great, beyond expectations. And yet, it is not always heeded. Perhaps it’s often ignored.

No matter the reason for avoiding it, that still small voice (or squeal) apparently doesn’t hold a grudge. Yes, it has no issue with being neglected or abandoned.

The inspiration may fade away, the train may have left the station, the rotors may be damaged, but the nudge continues to carry on its holy task. And what task is that? To help wake us up, to guide us from a deeper place, to make our lives an ever-moving flow, like a river without a dam.

Now when that initial nudge is not heeded, it doesn’t get any more judgmental or loud, though the consequences can get more dire. Discomfort to disease to death. Disagreements to fights to divorce. Brake squeals to grinding rotors to accidents.

The next move is always available to us, as we listen in, to our inner guidance, to the universal nudge … as I did yesterday … now enjoying each and every stop sign and stop light in that lovely and sweet sound of silence. 

James Anthony Ellis can be reached virus free at

Monday, March 16, 2020

All Along

For our law enforcement and the connection we all hold together...
Sirens echo on the streets
Shadows lurking in the dark
The place where law and order meets
Thousands of our broken hearts
Badges and blue fulfill the beats
The cry for help – a 911 call
Safety, security and our peace
A need arises beneath it all

Righting anything gone wrong
Protecting weakness with the strong
The wounded join in a common song
It’s what we wanted all along

They wake up and prepare their day
Like any of us would have to do
Grabbing a coffee along the way
After sending the kids off to school
Driving to work, putting in the time
Punching the clock, earning their keep
Tackling the challenge, facing the grind
Until reaching home, a place to sleep

Righting anything gone wrong
Holding the thin blue line strong
The loyal join in a common song
It’s what we wanted all along

We wake up and prepare our day
It’s the same for every one of us
A will to walk a lighted way
A longing for the truth and trust
Keeping the peace, holding the dream
One humanity, one course, one seed
Imagining what is yet to be seen
One security, one force, one need

Righting everything gone wrong
Family and community strong
A journey to peace so very long
We play our parts, we carry on
With a force to which we all belong
The united join in a common song
It’s what we wanted all along
It’s what we wanted all along

Saturday, February 15, 2020

It Was Rice!!!

For so long I have been mistaken.

In a pure state of wonder and humility, I had to announce to my wife, my dog, and now all of you on planet Earth who own a device that picks up the Internet and can read these words.

Yes, it was rice ... all along.

Rice! Who knew?

There I was a little kid, loving my rice pudding. Eating it up at snack time, to go along with my baloney sandwich and chocolate PopTart.

One question that came to my mind, but only very faintly in the way back recesses of the gray matter, was this: "I wonder what those soft, skinny, short white morsels are in this pudding?" It was such a fleeting thought, and I didn't take much stock in it. I was too busy gobbling down my pudding.

At the same time, for years - decades even - I had been aware of the food product called "rice," used in such adventures as Chinese Food, beans and rice, and just plain ole "rice" on the side of my veggies. Sometimes it showed up as brown rice, sometimes white, sometimes too hard when it was served as leftovers.

All of this is backdrop for the amazing and enlightening experience I had the other day.

There I was ... this time as a full-grown adult, having a conversation with my wife. The topic was childhood desserts. I mentioned tapioca pudding as one my faves. My wife noted that her grandmother liked rice pudding. After considering how much I too was a fan, my wife then noted her distaste of it, saying, "Who puts rice in pudding?"


It WAS rice in that pudding.

And - check this out ... that is PROBABLY why THEY CALLED IT "RICE PUDDING!!!"
For all my time walking this planet, I somehow have never put it together that those small "rice-like" morsels in "rice pudding" would be "rice."

So ... what's the point?

Besides a funny story to share, it was an opportunity to open my mind and consider what else out there has transpired that I have yet to recognize. What else is there to realize, as I become more and more aware of various viewpoints, constitutions to consider, and subtle messages?

Just as important as the ingredients within rice pudding.

More of James Anthony Ellis' explorations can be found at  

I Speak For The Energy

There is an energy that has been trapped inside of you.

It is I.

Pushed down by years and decades and even lifetimes of suppression, censorship, neglect, avoidance. Perhaps in that order.

Sent asunder in times when you wanted to stand up and say your truth, but another voice told you not to. It shushed you, and I was trapped, building momentum within, like a snowball gathering weight and size in silence.

I speak for the energy.

I speak for the times that you took heed of those who wanted to quiet you, since you wanted to bring up something uncomfortable to them. You wanted to get relief by speaking up about something gone awry. You wanted to point out a broken word or clear out some discord left there, slipped under the carpet ... of denial.

It was so uncomfortable to you. But it was less painful to suppress the thoughts, feelings and, yes, energy than to speak these. For you would be shamed and blamed. And you could not and would not have that.

Until it got too much.

Until I – the energy – became too much.

And you had to say something. You had to give your perceptions words. You had to express yourself. You had to free me.

I speak for the energy.

At first – since you waited so long to give your ideas birth – the energy came out as anger, with an explosion as if claiming, "I'm so upset I kept this in so long! How could I have done that?" And then – as time moved along – the energy arose like a sad song, lilting in your mind, as the expression became tears to wash you clean of the self-betrayal and ... lift you in self-forgiveness.

Until finally, arising like a sun at dawn, that energy underneath it all showed itself to be your truest nature, that divine spark, a truth of truths, a depth unnamed, wanting free expression all along.

Yes, it is here, anytime you want to open up to it. It may not at first be pretty or elegant or effortless, but it will be that which speaks strongest and truest within, forever.

Yes, it is I.

Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Source Material - A Pathway Back to Love

Everything leads back to source.

That's what I've learned over time, through the spiritual realms I have roamed and the emotional healing work I have done.

Years ago, in my early 20s, I set out to heal this weary soul, which was heartbroken over what I believed was neglect and what I experienced as loneliness. I was disconnected from others and disconnected to a source that would - if I acted upon it and let it live through me - sustain me, enliven me and usher in a sense of bliss and joy.

Not that I am consistently connected now, far from it; I often struggle in the pursuit of divine union. But what I've gathered over my healing work, men's work, breathwork, meditation and prayer is that no matter where I start or where I am, this place can follow a thread straight back to my source.

The so-called "positive" emotions and thoughts are easy to trace back.

Happiness = I am on track, connected with purpose and the life-force that illuminates this soul's sojourn.

Now it's those pesky so-called "negative" emotions and thoughts. How could they be anything but misguided and errant? How would these be a place to start on a path towards the light.

We are never left alone, not even in our own mind, dimmed and distracted by darker feelings and beliefs.

Here is one example that comes to mind.

If I am to feel angry, I don't need to remain there. I can follow the thread inward from this starting point.

I don’t need to make it wrong or right or positive or negative.

It’s just what it is – a signpost alerting me to attend to some stirrings within.

As long as I don't judge the emotion, I won't get stuck in it. We get stuck in our beliefs and feelings the moment we judge them. It’s like judging creates a big brick wall that won’t allow us movement or transcendence.
The freedom of the innocent life allows us to graduate level upon level, as long as the surface level (at the time) is acknowledged and embraced. It’s at these times of flow we can follow the thread down.
  • Anger not judged can be seen to be frustration.
  • Frustration not judged can be seen to be fear.
  • Fear not judged can be seen to be loss.
  • Loss not judged can be seen to be sadness.
  • Sadness not judged can be seen to be heartbreak.
  • Heartbreak not judged can reveal a heart so wanting expression.
  • A heart so wanting expression proves the existence of that endearing love.
  •  Love that is freed makes way for the dawn of soul, which has existed since time began.
I have learned that no matter the expression – of heart, mind and even action – there is one motivating force below it all.

Below everything is a force-field and life-force that continually pushes upward like a seed moving skyward through the soil. 

To discover this eternal force, you must simply pull on that thread. Follow it down. With no quit. With a steady breath and a faithful knowing.

It is here, we can find our true calling. And our true self.

Right there at source.

James Anthony Ellis can be reached at

Touch the Sky

moving within
looking for the intention beyond the sin
a place to begin
and never look back
with eyes forlorn
full of scorn
agony born
no no no
the journey towards the present
not the future, the bygone, or a time before
the deepest core
that very first hallway through that very first door
the first pen to paper establishing our story
unveiling the romance, not the horrific or gory
the source of courage, guts and glory
searching, searching ...
our genesis, our start, our true foundation
the origin of heart seen in deep meditation
seeking a simple act of restoration
seeking, seeking ...
to be new again
as we move within
atoning for any sense of sin
so far we can fly
as we let past and future die
as we touch the highest of the high
and rest in knowing - we can touch the sky
touch the sky

James Anthony Ellis can be reached at