FEAR LESS LOVE MORE DOUBT LESS DREAM MORE CYNIC LESS HOPE MORE SLEEP LESS CREATE MORE PLAN LESS EXPRESS MORE JUDGE LESS LAUGH MORE GOSSIP LESS LISTEN MORE SPEND LESS MAKE MORE CONTROL LESS SURRENDER MORE HESITATE LESS DANCE MORE PRETEND LESS BE MORE (YOU) THINK LESS WRITE MORE OVER-EXTEND LESS RECEIVE MORE Dear Ones,…
You think You are not enough And so that what you do Is never enough. I think the story “I am not enough” Is a lie. And I am wondering why we, intelligent lovely brave souls that we are would go on believing a lie? And so today is a day for miracles and the…
Our Lady of Abundant Blessings
Open our hearts to Thy bountiful wisdom
You who bridge the created and uncreated worlds
You who bring spirit into form so beautifully
Move us through our many thought forms that bind
ave you had the experience of the very AIR around you changing, seeming different- both in moments of bliss and pain? Times of miracles and grieving and transformations are moments when the air seems to me compressed and released and anointed with sparkle from On High. I have often wondered, since pain and miracles seem like something we can neither call on nor predict, but can certainly expect to show up -though with no idea when… is there a way to cause or call on the Sparkle from On High as needed? The answer of course is no and yes. Sparkle from on High is grace in its many sorted forms.
Medicine Woman holds tools for healing in her magic basket.
She dances in the moonlight and sings her prayers.
Medicine Woman knows herbs and signs, stars and sums.
She is between maiden and mother, mother and crone.
She wasn’t sure how long it would take
And she didn’t know just where she was going
But she felt she was on the path
Listening for the divine instruction I sit real quiet on the edge of my thought. Trying not to interrupt the possibility that some holy red thread of wisdom might reach through the veils to my own heart. Am I in my own way? The thoughts beckon away from stillness. Am I missing something here?…
Have you ever felt
not quite yourself around some folks?
Why is it that
to be wonderful
is not supported by everyone?
Do you ever feel like your being a success,
or just being happy
appears to be threatening to others?
Even those who love you. (And they really do)
This is my feminism.
That I might think the thoughts which I would like to think.
Free from the frames of thinking which I have taken on.
Conscious or unconscious.
for the love she felt
the love she gave away
and the love she kept
she danced to free her spirit
and to free other spirits too