About 9 years ago I was given a gift, it was so beautiful, wrapped in love and a big old bow of hope,promises and joy. I didn’t open it, just put it on the window sill so I could admire it everyday
A year and a half ago I took it down and started poking at it and shaking it, and finally opened it, the box was full of darkness. I couldn’t believe it, all year I searched it, wave after wave of darkness, funny thing as I went through this , on the physical side of my journey I began to lose my vision, I am now blind in one eye with limited vision in my other. Finally down in the bottom of the box, in the darkestS
corner I found something. I pulled it out into the light and there it shone, a teaching… Do not let ego, fear or doubt trip you up on your heart’a path. Trust what makes you happy
When I listen I can hear that little voice telling me to have faith
My eye operation is in December, the doctor said there are no guarantees but it can’t get worse
As for the pretty wrapped box … I threw it out yesterday
a friend shared with me her secret to an amazing seasoning, each time its different, take a little bit of every plant in the garden,flowers included (nothing poisonous, do your research ) wash and dry in the sunshine , i used beet leaves and stems, pea leaves and shoots, dill, onion tops, tomato leaves, bean leaves. After they dried I ground them up together, smells divine!
a little bit of this, and a little bit of that
reveling in a magnificent storm day …
rooted in good earth power
rooted in good earth power
all of our moments, past, present, future all collide here in this one point of ‘now’. I m still searching for that precarious balance,trying not to fall off because it is right here,right now that our lives are lived
and right here, right now we can choose to see life as beautiful
my grandpa always had his violin beside his chair
not a day went by without him picking it up
I can hear him playing anytime I want
because it is recorded on my heart
My strength flows to me and
through me from him
He was gentle and strong
loving and kind
he was also old school with a hard line
He was ice cream and puppies
and bike riding and boating
and Santa and craftsmanship
He was music and Irish
and proud of it
He had a big red tool chest with the top drawer full of dimes he collected
a few years ago I started finding dimes on my path, everyday, not one or two
but enough to notice
when my path was difficult
I’ve been finding them again
thanks grandpa, hope it means I’m going the right way
love you always
why do you write
,do you write because you have no other choice?do you write because you have too?
do you write because if you didn’t you would not breathe?why do you write?
do you write to paint with words and make ideas new?do you write to try and see new ways of looking at old things?
do you write because the human spirit is so vast and endless you try to understand small bits of it?
do you write to heal,teach,learn,laugh,?l why do you write??
walking in the forest today,smells of earth in the air,dew still on the plants,geese flying over head,i am blessed.plant medicine growing, saw sage… going to seed, i collected some
my walk through this past season has been so difficult, but here we are, in our one most beautiful life to be lived,
i shall never let the actions of others define me,
i shall always walk in light and love,
love cannot diminish or fade away,
keep looking up, you’ll find it, metta