Sometimes I feel like your old shoes, used and forgotten…
But old shoes can give Life too:)
And…Are we not all stepstones (and Lights) on each other’s way?
… is Woman’s day.
In the name of development , freedom, equal rights, and more. We know that many of our Sisters are still oppressed, ignored, kept prisoners, and abused.
On this day we remember our Ancestor Mothers, all the Ones who have been fighting for our independency (Women and Men), and thank them all.
We send strong Prayers of Healing for the wounded and suffering Ones (and possibly do some “real action” too).
And we meditate/celebrate together or alone, creating and/or remembering healthy and powerful images of ourselves, and all our dear female Friends.
You are welcome by my Fire on this day (Women and Men).
The Powers of the East and renewal are showing, and new Life reveals itself.
The other day I received a message from a dear friend, a message I found very inspiring, therefore I like to share it with you.
He wrote to me: “Be Spring”.
Let it inspire you too:)
And no! Things are not always as we believe them to be.
It all can turn around, start, finish, just as our Life.
The surfers, the gamblers, and the more serious and quiet ones.
We all need to be good acrobats.
…I found some cards I made, though not yet published. So, once a while, I will write them here, hopefully for inspiration, reflection, and common good…
The message of the day is ALLOW.
I was out in Nature, after visiting my old Father, who laid in intensive care at the hospital.
It “happened” all by itself, and I realized I was praying. I was strange, and it felt good. It came all the way from my deepest place, inside.
Prayer does not need a special form, it belongs to Mankind and not to Churches. It does not need sophisticated words, it can be done anywhere, anytime, anyhow. And it does not even need to be dedicated to a superior Being…
Thankfulness or good wishes… Prayer will blossom in our Hearts.
On the last FullMoon, we started by open eyes meditation indoor, by the window… Beautyful Moon, beautyful Light. On the next Night I meditated alone from the same window.
A Mouse came, on both Nights, collecting the left overs from the little Birds, small, and speedy… just in front of the window.
After the second night, I woke up early, with my head talking, talking much. Apart from the talking head, everything was fine. Fire was on, fine fresh Air coming in, the Crow was singing, the Blackbird was sitting on his branch, everything was perfect. Still the head kept talking.
Back to the Now, back to the Now…
I suddenly remembered the Mouse, active on both Nights.
Maybe what it had shown us, maybe its message was “Do not think, do!” ?? 🙂
A Cat looked at me, and I got warm inside.
Small and big Miracles happen all the time.
Depression sneaks in, one’s world distorted, war inside, war outside, collapsing, destruction, numbness, suffering, cracking CRACKING DISINTEGRATING…
everything so normal, and really not so bad, the Judge and the Head banking pushing and telling lies and LIES and LIES…and Lies…
another Death is near, sticking in one’s Mind, killing one’s Heart, strangulating every Beauty, every Essence, every Love, and every Dignity, killing…
Life feels like torture, disappearing feels impossible, suicidal pictures appear and fascinate, the End oh if it was near, oh if it was now…
Lies and more Lies, the God inside forgotten, lost… Respect for You, Respect for Life forgotten…
Let it take You down to the bottom, touch Horror, feel Pain, forget Breath, suffer…
and suffer, and get mad at Yourself ’cause you are suffering…and weak…
Disintegrate, disappear… It is just a “bad movie”, but it feels so real…
Once You will be fed up enough, You will get out, and You will “know”…
We are ALL COLOURS, also the “ugly” ones…
SHINE AGAIN SISTER, SHINE AGAIN BROTHER, SHINE AGAIN YOU and ME…
(Love and Light to Us, and a Hug to whoever needs)
Friend, “real” Friend, “best” Friend, “oldest” Friend, “lost” Friend….
Maybe a Friend is just the Heart who you touch,
who touches you, anytime, anywhere, for a second, or for a long time.
We can always find one, and we never loose…
Crystal Breath, Crystal Light,
The “necessary evil” …..mmmhhhhh….
At times we need to do things we do not like. At times we need to do things that are uncomfortable, or hard to do, or “go against” ourselves, or someone else.
At times it reallly seems to be “necessary”. Let us dismiss the poor “evil” and let it free, and do what needs to be done, within respect and justice.
(By the way, I love this expression. It makes me smile, and hardships get lighter)….A little “evil” smiles from behind the corner.
Doubt is a strange fellow, an enemy at times, a friend at times.
Observing and questioning our own beliefs and choices can, in my opinion, make us grow.
Another banality, and another truth? 🙂
The Shortest day of the year. Sharp Winds, crispy mornings, Rain, cold.
The Earth is falling asleep. Growth seems to stop.
Night clear Skies, Stars. By watching the deep Space, we get humble.
Silence, Reflection, selfreflection and Contemplation are some of the Powers of the North.
Like Earth, we withdraw. To reconnect to ourselves, to look within, to consider the lessons learned through the year, to thank for our ownTruth and experiences.
We nurture ourselves and regain Strenght. We share closeness and warmth with our Circles and Friends.
Other thoughts. We (may try to) forgive ourselves and others, pray for others and our Planet, give donations, be gentle to those around, make PEACE with a neighbour or someone we don’t like, clean up a misunderstanding, reconnect with long time no seen Friends, have a great crazy party, share Wisdom and good stories, reflect on and accept diversity, take a social or personal waw, TAKE ONE DAY TOTALLY FREE, clean our Body and Home, release ourselves from burdens (things, connections), honour our Ancestors, be in Silence, work creative, ADMIRE THE NIGHT SKY for more than five minutes, make a Fire outdoor….continue the list, or do what is right for You.
We are together in Spirit with many others in celebration…
Happy New Year!
Dear Sister and Brother: pain is not our home, our Spirit is, and our Spirit is free.
Dear tense Brother and Sister: let’s be good to ourselves, and relax.
Dear Brother and Sister: enough violence and unjustice, let’s try Peace inside.
Lonely Sister and Brother, let’s be kind: we got good company, ourselves.
Dear Mother and Father, be patient: kick the Judge out, do the best.
Sad Brother and Sister, let’s be sweet, and try to accept.
Shameful Sister and Brother, let’s burn up the veil of shame: it is a nonsense. Let’s shine.
Fearful Brother and Sister, let’s embrace our Fear and act.
Angry Sister and Brother, our gift can be great Power. Let’s forgive.
Greedy Brother and Sister, posessions do not last, let’ s give away.
Dear Sister and Brother, let’s cut off our lies, and get out of the mud 🙂
“”Some time ago I got a funny thing in my mind: could it be possible? Where did it come from? Was I all of a sudden kind of a genious? I was excited! I told my boyfriend…. “Hey! I have invented a new word, CORTICOIDE, don*t you think it sounds good, strange, and funny? Corticoide, corticoide, it sounds amazing, what thing could the name be given to?” We laughed and considered… I was “proud”, I love words with “funny sound”….
The day went on, and almost passed. I collected some clothes from the washing machine, and…NO, NO, NO! To my horror, there it stood, printed on an old cotton bag from Germany: it was publicity for a medicine! And (worse) in all that time I had never noticed it before!
I was sad, and a little ashamed: the magic word was just advertising! Corticoide… (I still do love the word) brought a lesson with. It showed me the strong power of the unconcious mind, which had picked it, hiding it from my concious. This is how we get “sold”, oh yes, we know…..And… Let’s surround ourselves with good healing words instead.
….I am Home, I feel Home, I left Home…Home?
I went Home to where I was born, Roots, my Land, my Rocks, my Sea, my Plants, my views…finding pieces of myself everywhere, puzzle, memories, and new…
Home was the heavy Rain on that blowing afternoon in the Forest, and the thick Fog silently rolling down the Hills. Home was the Church bells blowing our Heads, Home was forcing through cold strong Wind, Home was meeting you after a whole Life had passed, Home was the humble and ugly cafe where I go every time, and the few other ones, Home was sitting on the floor playing with the old Doggy, Home was preparing cup, sugar, and cakes for you in the morning, Home was laughing of silly things feeling silly, and keeping your secret, Home was avoiding beggars, and feeling unsure, Home was Colours, Sun, Light and Bliss, and smog and stress, and reality, Home was many hugs and many kisses, and the promise of meeting again…