Black sky, shiny pearl
String of feelings, clouds, storms move
Shifting energy.
Français : Lune (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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Flying, sky pink air
happily through marshmallows
The joy of wonder.
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A new world of stress
sky lights up flames thrash
The force of nature.
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Across the boundaries of time and space
words hang in the air, stuck, like frosty icicles on trees.
They attach themselves, blinding our vision,
showing our vulnerability.
Snow accumulates with sorrow
Dark skies, no stars, silent birds, no color
Gray is the white.
People are lonely, they are by themselves
bitter cold,
seems never-ending,
feels like the end of time.
Patience, yes, but I have no more.
The snow, the cold, the blustery winds
will come and go,
the icicles will take new forms but they will be there for months on end.
English: The icicles (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Breaking them off with force is not an option, it breaks off all communication where little existed before.
Let them melt, naturally, slowly, let the sun heal their gaping wounds.
We can’t change time nor can we drag it out.
Some things are out of our control.
As hard as it is to accept, do what you have to do to
respect Life.
There will be many sorrows and sometimes,
lovely surprises.
Appreciate every, little, thing.
Learn Patience.
Imagine taking a serrated knife and slicing the length of a body right down to the soul. Picture a piece of that fresh fish, covered in the juice of two fresh lemons that you need to debone, carefully and delicately. That slow slicing is, in itself, is a work of art. It is also a technique that happens in your mind. Your mind is calm and steady.
I have tried so hard to get rid of pretension, most of the defense mechanisms, all the external comments, the noise, the insensitive remarks. I don’t need them in my life, nor do you. We need balance, clear thoughts, not the mean chatter of other “so-called friends.” They do more harm than good. Stay away from people who do not serve you well, sever relationships with false people, those that tempt you to behave badly.
Don’t go down to anyone else’s level. Raise yourself up. Have high standards for yourself, try not to judge others but accept them. All of us need to take a break in our hurried lives. You don’t have to go anywhere to do that, not an expensive gym or retreat, you don’t need an airplane ticket or a ride on a white, bulbous sailboat.
Center yourself, wherever you feel most comfortable.
Pick a place where you won’t be disturbed. It can be on your bed or your favorite chair, someplace that speaks silence to you. If you want soft background music, fine. More importantly, this can be in your mind. Simply close your eyes. Concentrate.
Once I feel that I am completely relaxed sometimes I find myself rocking in that place, sometimes I feel so tired that I want to sleep, I have nodded off when practicing this in a class. Spend time outdoors, watching nature, listening to sounds, bird songs, children laughing, notice the color of the bunny’s tail you see on your green grass, the noisy seagull on the beach hovering over your leftover cheese sandwich.
Focus on beauty and not disaster. Be grateful for what you do have and do not focus on what you don’t have. Believe me, I know that sometimes that it is difficult. Do it anyway. Go out of your way to be kind to a stranger, or wave to a baby that is fussing in front of you. Be aware of how your face looks, does it match how you feel?
Live a simple life, every day. Stay in the present. Relish your age, get old gracefully, stop worrying about what anyone else thinks. Your happiness will glow and shine through you. Look deep inside you. Love what you see? Tell people you are grateful for them being in your life. Dance with joy.
Hello? Rhia a tall young woman with beautiful red hair, trailing down her back, was taking a walk past fields of grass through the lush green forest when she stopped short in front of the most beautiful image she had ever seen. She gasped, just staring at this magical wagon, with different colors, different textures. She said “Hello? again.” It was odd, she was sure she could hear whispers and giggling but she didn’t see anyone around. She felt incredibly safe so she climbed up the steps and peered into the wagon.
Rhia was a quiet but very strong young woman, having lived on the streets and shelters before, but as soon as she got to the top step she suddenly she felt a rush of happiness and love enveloping her. She never felt this feeling before. She walked around the carriage noticing the brilliant colors and daring to touch the lovely, embroidered, velvet and cotton and silk fabrics. She listened closely the sounds that the bells made swinging in the air.
She KNEW she had to know more about this magical place, she couldn’t leave, she would not leave for anything in the world. Her life, in the past had always been disconnected, she loved no one, no one loved her. She had never known what happiness was but she was beginning to think that a miracle had happened.
Today was the first day she felt a thrill of excitement and joy, her life was, from one minute to the next, blooming in vivid colors. She was part of a tapestry of richness and the Earth, magic, starlight, sun, moon. Immediately, her dull, tough, cold past and all that she once knew disappeared. She couldn’t remember anything that had happened before this day, but she knew by the way her heart was warming up inside her, she had just arrived home.
Rhia had been a wanderer before this, a sad, lonely young teen with fiery red hair trailing down her back. She had been born to live with nature, and as soon a she entered the wagon, she met a beautiful, mystical woman who she felt an immediate connection with, her name was Mother Ash. Ash and Rhia had been searching for each other for so many years not that they knew it, until they met that day and then they knew they would never be apart, not for a single day.
Together, they lived in the magical wagon with animals as their extended family to keep them company, to give them a home, to feed each other to sing songs together at night, to wake up together in the glorious sunshine.
A wolf was their best friend, and a furry-red haired fox that they knew must have been one of Rhia’s younger siblings, their hair was so similar.
Two large dogs stayed with them to protect them and keep them warm and two goats named Larry and Lena provided milk and home-made honey-lavender ice cream. The bees that swarmed were friendly, offering honey and among the grass precious plants grew, sweet-smelling lavender, mint and chives, dill and there was a huge vegetable garden that could keep them eating happily for months. They had eggs and cheese and of course they had no meat, how could they eat their friends?
The wagon never moved, except in their imagination. They didn’t want to hurt horses by making them pull, horses were their friends. Finally, when Rhia and Ash had lived there for three weeks and three days, the faeries and gnomes, feeling satisfied, presented themselves to Rhia and Ash. They had to be sure that these were the right people and of course they were.
At night, you could hear music that the animals played together, the sweet sound of the faeries giggling around the circle that they made, music played by the owls in their trees, the birds tweeting their flutes and the squirrels banging softly on their drums.
Rhia and Ash lived there forever, with more and more animals joining them, the sky in the morning was sunny every day, the night ended softly, phasing out with a beautiful blend of colors, a gorgeous sunset, that all the friends sat together and waved to say good-night to the sun.
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Be at One.
Breathe in goodness, exhale worry.
Take your time, Walk as much as you can.
Treasure the details, a flower, a bird, a snowflake, a child’s smile.
Believe in whatever God or Spirit, Nature or Person you Love;
it is not for us to judge but to be compassionate and open-minded.
Keep good thoughts in your heart and soul.
Loving kindness to other people. It, karma, will come around.
Never be defined by others, especially those who smile to your face and turn around to stab you.
Move away from mean people.
Liars are everyone’s enemies.
Have the courage of your convictions, hold on tight to your values, your beliefs.
Try not to be influenced by outside people and know that all of us make mistakes.
Forgive yourself and others equally.
I need to listen directly inside myself, to follow my voice within, for every decision.
Stop, listen to your Heart, your Soul, Nature, Intuition.
Be gracious and patient, control your temper, monitor your mood.
Be compassionate and giving and even when you feel you have nothing to give, keep giving.
Everybody has a story
Let your heart be open to give and to receive.
Offer only what you have,
Honesty in its purest form.
Love.
In my dream, I see the outline of a young man walking backwards on the trail near the beach. The image of his body is barely visible but now it is getting blurry. I can tell that this is a young adult with brown hair and dark brown eyes, wearing blue jeans and a red tee-shirt but those are the only details I can make out clearly.
I hear the young man’s voice where once it was loud and crisp, now getting weaker. He continues to walk, on the beach, waves at us once with one hand and then disappears in a hushed silence, evaporating into the clouds.
My husband and I are walking, holding hands on a trail, near the sand, we can see the ocean but are not allowed in it. There is nobody around until we see the most adorable little girl, who smiles up at us, all alone, but happy, giggling, sitting down on the boardwalk.
We wait for a little while but nobody comes. “What should we do?””We have to leave,” my husband tells me, as he tugs at my arm. “We need to catch our plane.”
I refuse to leave the little girl alone. My husband is mad but I don’t care. I turn back to check on the girl. I smile with relief, her mommy came back. After that, I start walking, up the long hill, it’s a tough climb. We walk very slowly.
and then I woke up.
He is Spirit, Heart and Soul.
He has always rescued birds, taken in small animals. He is a Healer.
He is gone, completely out of sight in my dream, just the sand and the water remain.
Just as he leaves a cherub, a beautiful baby girl pops up in old-fashioned baby buggy, yet it is red, metal and shiny. It’s like the juxtaposition of the past and the future. How odd, we think to see that on the beach trail.
We walk to her just far enough to see that she is safe and well cared for and she is drinking from a fresh bottle of milk, with a soft brown teddy bear to keep her company. She is a quiet child, interesting, she takes things seriously, this little girl.
This sweet girl is giggling yet has mischief in her green eyes. She can hardly wait to see the world, she is a baby who will become a World Leader, someone who will leave their mark on the World. This baby girl will become a Problem Solver for the World, the most famous World Leader.
The next part of my dream the baby is an adult with blonde curly hair past her shoulders, waiting to explore and help the world. She flies to Africa to help poor babies in an orphanage, to distribute food and clean water. She is a Giver.
She falls in love with starving babies and grown-up children that need to be fed, to be trained about clean water. Some are babies, needy and sick and she will give them everything they need for a short time, as only she can do. She must move on to different children, different countries, other children need her help too.
The dream changes entirely, the dream turns into me yet I look different, completely different. All I can see is a photo of me looking at my back and I realize how huge my backside has become. It is shocking and upsetting. I can’t understand it at all.
I wake up, troubled yet I am not scared. I am alone in my bed, the alarm clock startles me with loud jazz music. The cat eyes me suspiciously, I make coffee, The dream lingers in my memory bank, I shake my head twice, feed the cat and start my day.
Supple, soft skinned woman,
lounging in the dew kissed grass
her beautiful porcelain skin glistening, the sun reflects off her body, that has already kissed her blooming cheeks, her unbuttoned dress, she waits…
She relaxes in her garden, surrounded by only her friends in nature, flowers, grass, a nearby trickle of water from the fountain.
Manicured bright green grass, birds above, weaving in and out of the crisp blue sky singing their sweet songs.
Nearby, her fan rests close to her,
she is too tired to pick it up and fan herself.
She waits for the promise of her Prince to come, she is excluded by her family, by everyone. She is the rebel of the family and takes pride in that.
She has done this on purpose, she the black sheep of the family, throwing caution to the wind, waiting for her young man.
He has arrived by his dappled horse and will gasp under his breath so as not to frighten her, her eyes are now closed.
He fans her, feeds her water from the well and
carefully wraps her in his arms like he would for a precious baby.
He caresses her forehead with his soft kisses, murmurs loving words into her neck.
She smiles inwardly not letting him know that she is absolutely fine.
Petrichor: The smell after it rains.
After it rains
the scent of sweet lavender lingers in the air
droplets of water, morning dew, glisten on tall, oblong leaves.
Wild flowers, purple, pink, yellow, blue sway together like fans in a concert
dancing in the wind
stretching to feel the warmth of the velvet sun.
Fresh, green mint plants,
tickle our noses,
we inhale the menthol, clear our senses, to feel alive.
sunset (Photo credit: lil miss priss)
Mix mint with lime and muddled basil and sweet cane sugar, seltzer
to celebrate the glorious day with mojitos.
We sit on the freshly painted, white outside deck, of our house
waiting for the sun to set
With our best friends, our beloved dogs.
Tornado cyclone
rips open, blood ripe corpses
Pale, straggling strangers.
Open, spirit, light
Glows within us, gentle souls
Guides true hearts to blend.
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