I have something that is doing a real good imitation of the flu. I am routinely sidetracked by physical issues but I have learned that no matter what is going on in the outside world the sky, the trees and the nature beings are always right here. When they speak, I listen and so in my robe and slippers out I go because magic is calling.
And the sky became filled with the spirits of ascension and joy
They came to remind us we too shall rise in joy
And though the sign of the spirits shall fade
The heart of the spirit remains
And as I looked up I too was filled with the spirit of love and hope and joy.
The spirits spoke as they ascended.
Precious times are these. Look to nature above all.
The Grandmother tree invites you to sit with her, to commune with her, bring your worries and your questions to her. Wrap your arms around her and give her all you have. Breathe in her magnificence. Honor this sacred exchange heart to heart. Remember who you are.
My granddaughter Lila
My tree
Me in communion
The Divine Mother and Christ Child are with you always
Treat all relationships with the sacredness of mother and child
The passing of one effects the all
Lives that have touched us fall away
transitioning into the great beyond
We are reminded once again of our mortality
and every loss we have suffered along the way
What does collective grief do?
How does the energy of love and sorrow
effect the one we lose?
Can they feel it where they are?
So many hearts remembering and celebrating
a life force bursting with creativity and so much more
I want to know where you are
Even though I know you are everywhere
May I be a vessel of love
breathing in stars
and my ancient birthright
may I be a shining light
for those who wander and feel alone
may the flame of truth that dwells in my heart
spread like a wildfire
awakening the many
may the cosmic energies
reigning down upon us
open our hearts
and unite our world
May Love and Peace Prevail
The Heart of Love 