Taking root..... A Birch Tale

photo from interenet search

Lady of the Woods is what they call the birch tree its a slender tall tree its the first tree to grow on bare soil and from that one tree it can birth an entire forest.

On one of the many journeys I walked insearch of balance. I was to meditate on the birch tree, there are lessons we learn on all paths, in every connection we have and everything and everyone we encounter on the path.

I went into the wild open space beside a river and where I had seen a small grove of birch trees, I sat there listening to the river, feeling the earth strong beneath my feet solid in my hand and I listened and felt the air around me. I watched it dance through the tall birch branches and heard it whisper softly in each rustling.

I wondered what I was missing the mediation was to see what insight I would receive what inner thought spoke to me.

I sat there for hours and wondered what I was missing. Then I got up and went home a few nights after that failing, when the night breeze drifted through my open window with the dancing chime of the wind chimes in the trees outside. I drifted off to sleep.

I am not strong in meditation in that I can sit and drift into it. But I am better at visualization of what will open before my heart and mind it will open before my open eyes as I walk, as I dance, and as I dream.

I was walking back along the river only this time I walked bare foot along the river to the small grove as I stepped beneath the birch boughs I saw scattered birch trees, some where young just starting out their life others were older I walked among them I laid my hand upon them and felt the life force that all living things have.

As I walked among the trees listening to the river and the wind I came to the heart of the grove the tallest tree as I got closer it was different it was not a tree it was a woman more brilliant and clear in my mind. She was smiling at me and she held up her hand to me and there was a silver thread in it. It sparkled between us and as I looked I saw it passing right through me, I looked and the silver thread webbed out passing through trees, rock, earth and river.

As I looked closer I saw faces old and young in the trees, rocks, earth and the river too. I looked back at the Lady and found the tree and the woods as it had been, and yet it was different I was connected rooted in a deeper sense of life and the connection I have with other living things.

I woke with an insight:

We may not see the threads of life that connect us , that give us our deep roots and beginnings but we can feel it within us and that is were in our deepest core of being we will find a way to see what our eyes may not let us see. We will take root sort of speak and we will grow into a forest, the thread that connects us will reach where ever we are it is never severed, even when we will not see beyond the forest.

Every new beginning is bare soil, like the Birch we too can and will take root strong and we will grow because our roots are a symbol of our life force, our faith and our strength.

We are apart of something greater and (thought at times it may not seem like it) it is secure and strong. We have to rid ourselves of negativity, unhelpful influences and bad thoughts which bind us and limit us and we need to tap into and hold on to the positive thoughts that will encourage us and breath through us like the wind and flow out of us like the river.

If we want changes in our lives well the Divine can only do so much, at some point we have to move the Earth (Ourselves) to build a future of hope, strength and growth.

this brings to mind Abby Willowroot's Prayer:

Make me strong in spirit,

courageous in action,

gentle in heart,

Let me act in wisdom,

conquer my fear and doubt,

discover my own hidden gifts,

Meet others with compassion,

be a source of healing energies,

And face each day with Hope and Joy.

May your journey in this world be blessed.

Shooting Dad or In My Case Dancing with Dad

Dancing with Dad

I read an essay by Sarah Vowell titled "Shooting Dad" it was an expression and detail account of her relationship with her father their conflicts and their realizations as well as a lesson learned.

We don't always get a chance to say the things we want to say and sometimes we say more then we should. My relationship with my father was far from the norm and the last things I said to him where based on the torments of a past not completely open to me.

My father use to hunt and fish, I was fortunately spared that ordeal. I enjoy the woods and lake just not the other and being a female it was not expected of me to indulge in this area. We often clashed on any number of issues. For the most part we shared nothing in common, I contributed very little positive to my father (or my mother) but in all fairness we did have a common interest a gift given whether by choice or by accident but given at any rate. Our passion for music and dance.

Sadly enough it wasn't until last summer that I could see beyond the shadows into a new light of my own past.

It was a beautiful morning in mid summer and the sun shined so clear it washed over the world with its brilliance, I had started on my way to work a normal routine day. When from off the top of Table Mountain a colorful glider burst into view it was red, blue, gold and green it glided into few and across the heavens blue.

I pulled my car over and got out to watch it (by now I had learned to leave early for work so that I might enjoy the little things like a rolling hill side of golden grass, or circling hawks.) as I sat there I began to notice the soft dancing motion of the trees which I was parked beside, then I noticed the song on the radio. "Kansas City" by Fats Domino.

As I listened I remembered old memories that had been locked away from me. I was 6 years old bright eyed blonde with the whole world before her, all legs and arms and still clinging to some hope of something better. I could see the room as if it where right there in front of me the old hard wood floor of the duplex we lived in on the SW 13Th in the "packing town" area of Oklahoma City.

The white walls scattered with photographs of family the main photo in our house always seemed that of my grandfather Floyd holding my mom age 3 and my grandmother holding my uncle Jessie age 1. The photo had been fading for years.

The tattered mix matched sofa and chairs, the cluttered yet clean mess of a two bedroom duplex home for two adults and four children, in the corner near the front windows the family record player and all the collected albums; Classical, Cultural, Rock and Roll , Country all at your finger tips.

And I saw my father and that little girl within me dancing he was teaching me to do the stroll to Kansas City, I smiled as I saw my smiling face, I heard the the laughter as he taught me to dance. and as I watched the images pass before me I saw another younger self maybe 4 or 5 years old, my small feet on top of his big brown cowboy boots as he danced with me during a waltz to Johann Strauss "Blue Danube".

"Close your eyes and see the music, feel it and let it move through you." he had told me several times through out my life when we danced or listened to music.

I later learned to dance to many types of music polka, the twist, Texas two step, and many more.
I learned to see the music, to feel it, to breath it in and to let it flow through me. In my waking mind music became vision, motion and emotion. Taking on form, color and expression. I learned to see the music as I would see colors and words later. It was a great gift to give a child.

That summer day, I wept for my father for the first time. The first good memory of a blocked 12 year childhood burst into view, into color and into music.

My father passed away 11 years ago unforgiven, unspoken to and unthanked for the gift he gave me, but that day I think I finally found that I could forgive him. I cant block out the bad with out blocking out the good. I have to be fair there were good moments and people in those 12 years that are worth remembering. Its not always easy to face the shadows but I have learned there is always a light at both ends of the corridor that leads through the shadows.

Forgetting is hard, forgiving is harder, and even more so when you have to forgive yourself. Don't hold on to the old patterns that will make you a prisoner of your own mind, its not easy by any means but you deserve to bask in the brilliance of the light within yourself and to see the world again with hope where the blue of the sky meets the sun.

Thanks Daddy for giving me this beautiful gift of seeing music.

Welcome Home Hearth

BENDITHION A CARA A CHYNEUA CHOFLEIDIA 'CH
(BLESSINGS OF LOVE AND LIGHT EMBRACE YOU)

Imagine a room and in the heart of this great room a fire burns in the hearth, the room is neither hot or cold but just right. The fire burns warm, inviting and around this fire are friends, families and among them your place is waiting. They greet you and welcome you home.

You've brought your favorite beverage,you're in your most comfortable attire and you sit back and relax as the conversation flows. Around this fire you can hear from others and be heard, here you can speak and be spoken too on many levels or you can sit n silence. Here we share our daily lives, our joys, our sorrows, our achievements and our losses.

At this fire side you'll experience support, encouragement and understanding. You'll find yourself growing and reaching out to others so different and yet kindred spirits, people you've never seen, you will have known your whole life.

At this fire the topics may not always relate to you, someone may have a healing request, another may announce a birth, a marriage, a death. One may ask for suggestions on help with business, children or life in general.

Around this fire you'll experience laughter,wisdom,peace,hope and love. Some one may have a site to share, a recipe, a song, a dance,a story, a poem, a thought, a dream.

At this fire side you'll find a hand, a shoulder, an ear, a heart, a smile or a word of comfort in a moment of need or want.

At this fire side no matter how often you visit or how little here you're always welcome home; here your place is always waiting no matter where you are or how far you roam, the journey into the waiting arms of those who have come before you and those who will follow you here.

You've made it home. Welcome

May you find the wonders of your life journey even more amazing.
May you you be lifted and guided in the luminous of love and light.
May each day be blessed and lived with the passion of life.

From our hearts to yours the great fire burns int h hearth this is our blessing and wish for you.

Northern Lights Legend Prompted Wish

(Photo was one I loved and downloaded from Wedshots.com)

There are many legends about the northern lights this is one of my favorites;

"As we return through time, we witness the great Flood where everything becomes submerged and finally lost. As the waters gradually recede their tremendous weight throws our planet off its balance and it now tilts to one side, thus causing long dark periods in the North and South.

Not quite all is lost however, for in the North lived a simple and God-fearing race of people, known to us now as the "Mongols", whom the Great Manitou (their name for God) had spared from this great deluge.

When they could no longer see the Sun and feel its warmth, fear came upon them and they prayed to the Great Manitou to save them. In his compassion, the Great Spirit decided to take them to the warm and fertile plains of this Continent and he bade them gather together their families and ’what goods they could carry and trek across the barren North to the "New Land".

Because there was no daylight many became lost and perished within the deep crevices caused by the flood waters.

Again they prayed for help and the Great Manitou devised a plan. Covering the Northern cap of the world with great crystals of ice, some as high as mountains, he was able to capture the rays of the hidden sun and reflect them up into the sky, thus providing light for his people to see by. Onward these stalwart people trekked, and became the forerunners of our many Indian tribes.

The great ice prisms split the sun’s rays into all the beautiful colors of the spectrum and because of this, people for thousands of years have witnessed this wonderful miracle, the Northern Lights!"


We each have an amazing a ray of light within us and the light radiates from within us. We are each but one shard of light.

We are joined by other shards of light, the light of our friends, our families and sometimes just one person that walks with us only for a short way and the brilliance of our lights shine out like the prisms or ice crystals of the north.

This story tells of compassion, guidance, hope, trust and blessings.

My wish for you is that you be blessed with many shards of lights.

May you find them warm and wise in your time of coldness and doubts.

May you find them compassionate and a strength during your walk through life.

May you find them always to be true, to shed light in the darkness lights of hope.

May you be blessed and showered in their brilliance and from this may you shine all the more.

Keeping you in my thoughts, my prayers and my heart.

Gra, Dilseacht, Cairdeas (Love, Loyalty, Friendship)

Compassion

I read Barbara Ascher's essay "On Compassion" I felt this story in many ways in thought and in heart as I recalled how I myself once looked upon transits, beggars and those less fortunate then myself.

But it changed, how I am not really sure. And how better to explain it then to say I evolved beyond who I was. I can feel compassion for others and what is even more important at least to me is I can and do try to help and without expectations of any from of return.

I have even learned to feel compassion for my enemies (these I count as those who take actions against humanity, life and who's intent is to do harm to others or myself).

Mankind has many flaws but two of them I feel contribute to actions against humanity and life are:

1) We choose what we will see. Often choosing to be blind. Be it from fear, ignorance, anger or just because its easier on us.

2) We choose to destroy what we fear, what we don't understand.

When we look at people we see only the outside. Never looking to why or how, never giving thought to what can be done to change and sometimes our compassion is only for display and praise.

We dis value people making them bare our own titles based on their being different in faith, cultures, social standing, ethnic, appearance where they live, how they talk.

We create from this lack of compassion disposable people.

Another Whispering Moment of Life

As part of a essay for English 2 I was was to write about a place or person that has significance. I picked Another Whispering Moment of Life. The Essay is as followed:


It's very hard to choose one place or person that has significance. I managed to narrow it down to two. The first I find when I drive up into the mountains. Here life takes a different view from the one you walked out your front door with. It doesn't demand your attention, it whispers to you.

The narrow, two lane highway, like a great serpent. Climbs its way through the mountains. The car hugging each curve, with the windows down the air moves through the car. The cool touch of it against my face as I extend my hand out the window, I love the feel of the air at my finger tips. It fills me with its energy and freedom. I drive on and its as if I am driving into another world one of peace and ease. Here in this moment life whispers to the heart and soul.

The other is a spot that I have been only once, but I have not been able to find it since. It has a deep significance for me because at the time I was there I was in great need.

A couple summers ago I took a drive alone. It was the summer they found the lumps in my breast. I went through a bit of depression one day. (Everyone tried not to talk about it, I know they were thinking of me, but I needed to talk, never had I felt so scared and angry).

I needed to talk to someone and no one wanted to listen. One day I decided to take a drive. I drove up toward Lake Madrone. I stopped and took a few photos. Standing there staring at the lake I started talking. The Divine always listens. I'm not a religious woman but I am a spiritual being.

I was restless (I get that way a lot in town, but rarely in the wilds) so I started driving up further. I kept talking. I cried and I vented.

As I rove a thought flashed through me: What if I just didn't turn with the road? It would be over no pain, no suffering. That's when I saw the road. It was a little dirt road and for some reason I wanted to drive down that road.

The road was very narrow and rough, but as I drove down it I started watching the trees, how the sunlight filtered through the branches, dancing about blissfully. I stopped the car and pulled as far as I dared to the side and I sat there crying.

I heard the wind int he trees. I love that sound. It's like when you're a child swinging too fast and high and the wind whistles laughingly past your ears and you are soaring with it, laughing with it.

I got out of the car still crying. I sat down on a log and allowed everything to just spill out into that spot. The sound was faint at first and I got silent. It was the sound of water flowing over rocks, faint but I could hear it. I focused on the sound, and I started walking into the woods. The cracking of twigs beneath my feet from the heavy undergrowth echoed into my ears as I worked my way through the trees.

I wouldn't call it a river. It was only knee high and not very wide. Out in the middle were rocks. There was a fair size rock, large and flat. I removed my things and left them on the bank and I waded out to that rock, as if it were my own personal island, my sanctuary, my Avalon.

I laid there watching the sun dancing on the water, shimmering upon the surface, blinding at moments. The water flowed around my feet and legs. I laid back on the rock, my fingers dangling into the water as it flowed around me and through me. I remember at one point thinking "Where did it begin and where would it end?"

I listened to the symphony of sound that was swirling around me. The water as it ventured over the rocky bed and beyond. The sound was soft and fading off into the distance. The wind and the trees sang yet another song.

The twittering of the birds and chatter of the squirrels slowly settled. I felt my heart slowing, my thoughts slowing and moving away like the water and wind. I lay there feeling all the thoughts drift from me, in its troubled place. Peace and a feeling of not being alone was growing in me. There was a sense of silence, a silence that shattered through me like one would shatter glass.

In this moment and this place I had cried, screamed and even healed. The Divine never puts you where you're not ready to be an you're never alone when you're there (I read that once not sure where). I have my daughter Kat, I have amazing friends and have a promise that I will never be in the darkness alone.

I walked back to the bank dressed and returned to my car. I didn't fear anything in that place, and I found a new strength within myself as well as a new view of life. At that moment in time, that special place was where I needed to be.

Life should be intoxicating, indulgent and seductive. It should lure us to the very height of ourselves. It should reflect the heart and soul that burns inside: An Unedited, undiluted and uninhibited expression of who we are.

Whispering moments of Life are about memories,love, friendships, beauty, appreciation and respect for the magic and wonder of life's gifts. Its about finding the gift in each day, in ourselves, in others and in the little things: coffee with a friend, a drive down a country road. Its about seeing things fresh and new.

I always seem to go into the mountains high as I can. Because here life takes a different view, for me this is a place where demands are lifted into clear whisperings. Where I return to the water (the blood of life), I return to the earth (the body of life), where I can feel the air (the breath of life) and reconnect with my soul (the fire of my spirit.)

We each have whispering moments of life, we won't always hear them there at a different pace, a different volume but one day I hope you hear life whisper to you.

Maybe when you're kissing your child goodnight, sitting watching the rain or having that first waken moment.

Power of Words

Well today is one of those days when I feel the deepest, love the strongest and just more aware.

I truely believe we are connected and that we come into each others lives for a reason. We are like this brilliant light, we are each a shard of the same great art work , brilliant in colors, sizes, shapes, faiths and lives all fitting together to make the most beautiful master piece of life.

We are the laughter, we are the sorrows, we are the little voice calling out one anothers names and we are the hand that holds on in lifes storms.

And yet sometimes we don't realize the power of words and the smallest little act.

I love this idea and thought I would pass it on to you with the hope you'll pass it on with a little bit of you attached.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LK_VXRp8Sto


Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle,
and the life of the candle will not be shortened.
Happiness never decreases by being shared.
Buddha

Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries.
Without them, humanity cannot survive.
Whether one believes in a religion or not,
and whether one believes in rebirth of not,
there isn't anyone who doesn't appreciate kindness and compassion.
The Dalai Lama


Enlakesh (Mayan meaning "I am you, we are one in love and service)
Cherry

"I AM"

I Am

In the rustling of the leaves will I whisper to you.
In the dancing of the tall grass and swirl of autumn
leaves will I caress and lift you up.

I Am Air.

In the crackling warmth of the hearth fire will
I bring comfort to you.
In the light of the sun, moon and stars will
I watch over you.

I Am Fire.

In the babbling creek will I laugh with you.
In the flow of the rivers, streams and oceans will
I walk with you.

I Am Water.

From mountain peaks to caverens deep
will I support and provide for you.

I Am Earth.

I Am never ending.
beginning to beginning I pass
from one realm to the next.

I Am Spirit.
cr. CKOrman "I AM" (written in Memory of Tammi)

A Prayer for All

Sometimes the greatest gift we can give to those we love, be they friends or family is the gift of ourselves. And sometimes that same gift of ourselves can and should be shared with others, maybe even a stranger.

I hold all in my prayers, my thoughts and my heart. For All Time.

This is based on an old St Francis Prayer but altered by me:

A Prayer for Guidance

Lady of Love and Light hear my prayers;
Help me to be an instrument of thy wisdom.
In the path of Hatred, Allow me to bring Love
Where there is suffering and injury,
May I bring healing and comfort.
Where there is Doubt,
May I stand in your strength a beacon of Faith, Hope and Courage.
Where there is Darkness,
May I be a hand of Light.
Mother of Unconditional Love,
May I be Compassionate,
even to those who would wish me harm me.
May I be Understanding,
even to those who would misunderstand me.
May I be Love, to those who would hate me.
I See You in All things.
May I always be a haven for my brothers and sisters,
for the weak and ill,
the lost and the tired.
All life is your gift and precious
may I protect and honor your gift
and may the light shine out from me
Through my deeds may I share your wisdom,
your love and your beauty.
In your Love and Light may I serve you well.
As Above So Below.

Do you hear me whispering?

DO YOU HEAR ME WHISPERING?
POEM BY CKORMAN

When the world is rushing by
and it's sort of like trying to
cross a highway on foot.

Do you hear me whispering?
Do you feel me there?

When your alone or lost in
a crowd of one.

Do you hear me whispering?
Do you feel me there?

When the night is silent and in
the stillness of the dark, if you
feel afraid, if you feel in doubt.

Do you here me whispering?
Do you feel me there?

When you hear the simple
speaking of your name.

When you feel the touch that
sooths you in the silence, or the
embrace that hold you through
out your day.

You can hear me whispering.
You can feel me there.
I am with you.

Just one of those whispering moments......A note in your pocket

To the flowers of my heart: My Friends

I have been watching in recent weeks the Maple trees across the way drift into the most beautiful shades of orange and red, behind them the tall slender beauty of the towering Aspen their leaves changing from green to gold in recents days.

And the great Oak out front also begins to drift into sweet slumbering of winter as the leaves change and drift in spirals and swirls to blanket the Earth.

The rains have come to the valley at last the soft gray skies are embracing the day. I stood in the yard this morning as I left for work and welcomed the soft kiss of rain drops on my face, breathed in the cool refreshing smell of rain in the trees and on the ground. My spirit dancing in the pure beauty and magic of it.

My spirit and heart are out dancing shoeless and lightly clothed somewhere off in the beautiful wilderness and content to be playing with raindrops, falling leaves, rolling clouds and whispering winds.

Spiral dancing with life. Isn’t life just amazing. I want to send and write a Blessing for you just something I like to do. Everything with my own little twist and flare, it’s sort of like those little notes you leave in the pockets of someone you care for during the day they stick their hand in their pocket and find this little note something simple usually like “I’m thinking of you”, “You’re my best friend”, there are a few others but those are (sh-sh) more private. But they make you smile or just laugh out loud and feel good all over.

Your virtual note in your pocket.
There is a chant that goes:

Earth my Body
Water my Blood
Air my Breath
Fire my Spirit

Using this for the bases here is the Blessing:

With the Earth’s strength and foundation for life,may you stand always strong of heart,mind, body andsoul.

With the Water’s flow of motions and actions,may you move through life even in the rushing androckiest of times safe, happy and wisely.

With Air’s breath of life, may your soul be Eternally filledand may you always hear the song of your heart, soul and theworld and may it always dance with in you.

With the Fire of your Spirit may you always be true to who you are, free and open to the magic and beauty of life and your blessed place in it.

Love and Light Embrace You

DON’T FORGET TO DANCE……. TO LIVE!!!!!!!!!

On the day we’re born two amazingly beautiful and magical things happen.

The first being that our amazing little soul has come into this world with it comes hope, love, wisdom, patience and promise and possablity.

And the second is that we have accepted Life’s offer to have this dance for
rest of our lives. Each swirling splendor of motion from the smallest second to the grandest moment we have ever experienced. It’s an echo of our soul’s dance.

And through the years we dance fast and slow, we dance in darkness and in light. But we dance. And as we get older sometimes the tune may get a bit off beat, this is when we have to listen a little more carefully to the tune.

Life wants you to lead (Take control) so don’t be afraid, because it won’t take terms and it won’t wait on you. The expectations we set for ourselves are the hardest to achieve but the grandest to meet, if we don’t turn those expecations into limitations that bind us.

So the next time you feel life tap you on the shoulder; Stand on your head, jump in a pile of leaves, spin around in the night and then lay on the earth and watch the night sky spiral back into balance, call a friend (heck call a stranger) and say "Hi", "I Love You", "I’m thinking of you.", hug a tree, a person, a pet. Just don’t think about it. Feel it. Let it feel you and let it fill you up.

Life is color and sound in motion, listen to the music of your deepest heart and soul and dance. Bring that inner magic and dance into your daily routine and watch life respond.

You set the beat ( thoughts, play and desires, ect.), you make the steps (motions and actions), you write the music (past, present and future) and trust me life will radiate with you.

So no matter how old you are, where you are, who you are or even who you’re with. Don’t forget to Dance……To Live!!!!!!!!

The Journey is the Destination

Life is funny sometimes, often we think of the destination as the reward after a long journey.

There are many roads and paths we have already walked and many more we will walk and travel in our lifetime, some will pass over other paths we have crossed before, some will be with friends and some will be traveled alone.

Everyone is trying to reach the destination but today I read the most simple yet in depth expression that seemed to sum it all up for me "The Journey is the Destination." (found in an article in New Age Retailer )

Rainer Maria Rilke said " There is only one Journey. Going Inside yourself"

I have been in the mist of a celtic spiritual healing combining it with native american and other forms of spiritual healing trying to journey to some great destination of enlightenment and knowledge.

Along the path I have learned many things about myself, I have released many things that have hindered me.

The Journey hasn't come to an end by any means, but prehaps it has come to a new realization and that would be that the great Destination that I have been trying to reach has always been right here with me.

In the very things I have learned and that I try and share with others; Love, Happiness, Hope, Tolerance, Patience, and what ever Wisdom I have learned.

It's been in the nightly walks my twist on meditation, the appreciation of the world, the notice of the beauty around me and the dancing and singing that I feel and hear within me.

So the true destination isn't where I end up but how I get there.

May you always and forever learn from yesterday,
live for today and hope for tomorrow.

May you find all that you desire,
Achieve all that you attempt,
And Rule your own destiny.

May you be eternally challenged to grow,
to stretch beyond.

And May you find that great destination,
within you.

Cara a Brudia Chyneua Chofleidia' ch
(Love and Divine Light embrace you)

Hold on to who you are...... You're worth it

Hold on to who you are………You’re Worth it.

Life happens in cycles one ends and another begins it’s like
for every door that closes another opens and sometimes we
have to open it.

This is the same for all phases of our lives, work, relationships
and just taking that first step is not always the easiest to do.
But the thing to remember is you have to make that first step
no one can make it for you.

There are going to be those who don’t agree with your thoughts,
your feeling or even about who you are. They may not believe
as you do. They may not even believe in you.

There will be those who want to change you, this is the essential thing
HOLD ON TO WHO YOU ARE….YOU’RE WORTH IT.

You’re not your mother or your father, you may share things in common
with others but you’re not them either. You are unique with good and
bad, weak and strong traits. You’re going to spend a long time with
yourself, and each day you’ll learn things about yourself that even
you may not know. You’ll build on the positive asspects of who you are
hopefully. Just remember to be patient with yourself the rest will come and no matter how old you are know you are always growing emotionally, mentally and spiritually strive for this growth.

Your journey through life isn’t any less important then another's, it’s not
a race, take your time explore every opportunity, every experience savor every glorious second and beauty of it and follow your heart, what does it say to you?

Don’t be afraid to grab hold of life and say lets ride. Some may be more
focused then others and remember what is normal to you and normal to
another may differ that’s the glory of being who you are. It’s also important that you remember to respect not only yourself but others for the same glory of being who they are.

I BELIEVE IN YOU. I believe you are were you’re suppose to be and that you are much more then you may even know, it’s not easy in todays world to see clearly all the time we are influenced by the events of the world around us, by those close to us some will even try in their own ignorance and envy to break us down, some will cause us to doubt ourselves without malice and some with malice in their words and actions, sometimes we absorb enough of the negative energy of others that we may wonder at our own self worth, ability and emotions.

I believe you have a great gift and a great purpose in this world and even if you don’t know what it is right now you will. And one day there will be this brilliant new light washing over the world it will be you, you may not win the Nobel Prize for Humanity but the prize you win will be just as great it will be the satifaction of knowing who you are and that you have been true to yourself even in the hardest of times.

It will be the gift of knowing you touched another’s life and made a difference just by being you, It will be the gift of a heart and soul that gives without expectation of return.

So I encourage you wheither you’re a friend, family or a complete stranger to
Hold on to who you are……..You’re worth it.

Vision of Crossing Home by CKOrman

Vision of Crossing Home:

From the shores of this earthly world
I embark into the next, the barge bares me
forth through veils of mist over waters dark
and deep.

From beneath the gray skies I pass into
the clear light of myself and as I journey
forth passing visions of that which was into
what is, light upon the water does the barge
become as it drifts onward to the silvery
moonlit Shores of Avalon into the waiting arms
of the Great Mother. I am home.

Sweet echos the songs of my sisters beyond the
mist upon the the shores of my old self. Clear and
warm sing out the voices of my sisters who gather
upon the Shore of Avalon to welcome me home.

Light is my spirit, healed are my illnesses as I touch
upon the land of heart's desire.

Through darkness and fear,love and light. Have I journey and crossed from
one world to the next and here will I linger in sun light and
moon light, healing and remembering the lessons of my days.

Here will I awaiting the song that will lead me into the
next journey.

c.2006

Magic of Touch

There is a very special gift we as humans have its in a little place really, that's right it's in your finger tips, it's in the palm of you hand and the folds of your arms. It's your true touch.

We are also living in a time of great sadness, a time when many are afraid to touch, we with drawl from others. Because some have misused their gift of touch this makes us guarded even distant.

When was the last time you just reached out and touched someone's hand, brushed their arm or just wrapped your arms around them and hugged them from your soul?

The Magic of Touch can give healing to the troubled and ill, hope to the lost, joy to the sad. make the frightened feel save and the lonely feel apart of something more.

True touch is from the heart it's simple, it's pure and it's honest.

Fading Into the night

There are times when I feel that I will fade away into the night.

I will fade into the night and be like the whispering of the wind I love to hear in the trees, to feel upon my skin and through my hair. I will be like the cool water I love to swim in when the light of the moon is full.

I will fade back into the darkness and yet be forever lit with a light.

Have you ever stood in the night with nothing betwen you and it. Completely natural (no cloths, shoes) in the night felt it embrace you and lift you. Listened to the night whisper to your soul. Felt it kiss you?

Sometimes when sitting upon the earth and listening to the sweet lullaby of Gaia drifting on the wings of night. I feel often embraced in the stillness and the beauty of the velvet starry sky, I am forever there shining among them and yet never seen.

It's like dancing, spirally with the song of your soul. Dancing in the night to the sound of the music only you hear or to the soft rhythm of a light rain. Allowing the spirit to soar and from its height you can see beyond this time to times that are only echos of what was and far into what is yet to come.

I walk through the night and I am not afraid. But sometimes when I am lying in bed I long to be outside. Out there I do not feel the loneliness that I feel when in the confines of my room. Out there I am apart of something far larger.

Be Good, Be Safe and Be Happy
"I pray for you to know that as long as I am in this world you'll never walk alone". ~ Way Home by Tina Malia. ( I love this line so much)

Which One Will You Feed?

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.

He said, "My son, the battle is between two"wolves" inside us all.One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, falsepride, superiority, and ego.The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility,kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather:"Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

This was sent to me by a friend I don't know who wrote it but it's very wise.

None of us plan to feed the evil wolf, but if we examine our lives how many times have we fed the evil wolf and starved the good wolf.

It's all about choice. So which wolf will you feed next time someone yells curses in your face? or the next time a coworker gets a promotion based not on experience or preformance but on the kissing up factor?

If life and all that we want for ourselves where easy, would it really be worth having?
The struggle is in us first then I think we manifest it into our lives.

So there again we have choice. Times have been bad in the world and I have a feeling that this is only the first spiral down. But there is always hope for light.

May you be safe I pray this each day for all mankind not just those I know personally.
May you be strong within your heart and soul to face each day with hope, love, wisdom and peace.

If we hold on to these things and we change ourselves and we change the world.

Keeping all in my thoughts, my heart and my prayers.

A Little Bit of Magic

Ever wonder why it seems so hard for some to be optimistic? Just seems to be the curse of half the world. No one seems to be able to appreciate the beauty and magic of just getting up in the morning. I mean with all the bad stuff going on in the world, now is when we have to look at the little things and find a reason to see the good, to make a positive out of the negitive.

I have recently become fascinated with the simpliest two little words, do you every do that I love words anyway but sometimes a word or words just intrique me (it takes so little to fascinate me or so a friend tells me all the time) The words are "Until Then" now why they fascinate me is still a mystery to me, but I find them very very pleasant.

Until .................Up to a time. Then............. Next in time

Okay so now I give this my little twist (ha-ha I like to give my own twist to things) "Then" is both a past and future word like when they say "that was then this is now" or for the future part Until Then "Up to our next time." two simple words that give you something worth looking forward to.

Did you ever see the old movie "Harvey" with Jimmy Stewart in the show he's sitting out back of the pub in the night and talking to the doctor and nurse and the character he plays Elwod P Dowell ( I love that name) finds the phrase "As the night wore on" to be very pleasant and asked to say it again. I love that part and the phrase is beautiful you can almost sense the night drifting from the silence and peace into the waiting light of dawn, softly drifting on.

Their is this amazing song titled Wings of Rest by Gary Stadler and it's mostly instrumental but there is a woman humming and then she says a little poem not sure of the poet but it's very pretty but the parts I like (they touch me most) are "From a spark in the night. Transforming love. Into beings so frail. These the truths. In songs we sing. Visions of light. Beyond space and time. Within Divine. Belong to you. The one who see all" Of course this is my order of them not the poem's order. and I do not know the poet sadly enough or I would love to read more of his/ her work.

Poem: From a spark in the night

unto the fairy veil

Transforming love

Into beings so frail.

Visions of light

within Divine

Comes from the Heavens

Beyond space and time

these the truths

In songs we sing

Belong to you

The Ones, who see all.

Wishing each person in the world A Little Bit of Magic here is to Rainbows in clear skies, Snow balls in June, May each day be filled with Neverland Magic, Laughter, Peace and Love.

Finding Your Passion of Life

It feels sometimes like my mind never stops finding new things to fascinate me it's sort of like being a baby and watching the prisms dance across the walls of your room every one is some how different and fascinating and your just completely in awe of it. Thats how I feel about life.
And the more in awe of life I am the more never ending I seem to be come.

Sometime you just have to have Priorities life can be to heavy, routine and draining if you don't live it. I'm not totally irresponsable, but sometimes you just have to throw your arms around life and enjoy.

"There is more to life then increasing it's speed." ~ Mahatma Gandhi with this in mind and this being the time of your life How are you spending it? I read this last year before I learned about the lumps in my breast, but I don't think I really appreciated the words until later.

But I twisted it with my own thoughts and feelings, I think it was about managing time originally. It also mentioned "How much do you value your life?" "Do you treasure each day?" and my favorite part of course "Or do you allow each new day to carbon copy the one before, basically unnoticed, unappreciated and under used."

My twist on this was not about managing time but finding my passion for life and to create it new and fresh with as little copying as possible (we all have routines) but I want to make the most of every second.

I think people need to think of life as a lover, it should be intoxicating, indulgent (as long as no one is hurt) seductive and lure us to the very height of our inner self, life should reflect the heart and soul that burns inside us be an unedited, undiluted and uninhibited expression of who we are. I think this but I don't do it not all the time, anyway the world I don't think is ready for this some are but it makes others very uncomfortable. This is something I think the world is starving for and won't even know it.

Finding Your Passion of Life is like touching that which burns in the very depths of us all.