Loved & Loved : She is Home 🏠

“When you look deep within

Beyond the surface pale

And the lined eyes,

Through the skein

Of fine lines that

Travel like tributaries

To your soul,

You might find

The wayward girl

you once knew…

The young girl lost

To the antics of living

Who bore you no ill will

But who couldn’t yet grasp

The magnitude of

Incremental action

Upon action

Upon action

Which creates the

Ultimate direction of

A troubled life.

You might find her,

Beneath the greeting

And the greying hair,

Beyond the freckled

Hands

And you might beckon

Her with forgiving heart

And loving arms

To welcome her into

The quiet, gorgeous room

With flowers and pink blossoms

With perfume and pretty things

With standing vases of

Bright poppies

And tulips –

Yes tulips –

And you will let her know

That finally, with you…

She is lived and loved

And she is home.”

Camilla Slater 2022.

(Love to all women with a spark in their eyes and a wayward past.🌷)

Copyright Camilla Slater 2022. All rights reserved.

Image Credit: Painting by Louis Treserras, 1958.

Excavation by David Seay

We are a culture that glorifies the explosion.

Consumption is our icon next to destruction and erosion,

And while the waters are still flowing,

addiction dips it’s toes in;

And adds to the pollution,

Which is why some of us are glowing.

Tuned to confusion through over stimulation of useless information,

As we are speaking about nothing while in communication,

We cling to opinions that hinder revelation.

Time for an excavation,

Not of the land,

But the inner world of man;

For all of our relations.

The rocket ships we take;

A symbol of exploration,

Or escape?

I must ask.

Why can’t we take care of what we have before we expand our destructive path?

Our new symbol is the mask,

Our old one was the flag;

Trading freedom for security,

And doing it quite fast.

This is a ground breaking,

Earth quaking,

Life shaking,

Quickening of our reality.

The warriors are awakening.

Focus on vitality.

Foundation for our families.

Everyday a celebration.

Fireworks of appreciation explode vocally through me without even littering or frightening anyone locally.

Implode on an inner world to cultivate a love so innate that there is no need to escape.

This is what we celebrate.

Discern, observe, manage, regulate.

Write a book,

Become an author.

Chop wood,

Carry water.

With a skip in the step,

And a song in the heart.

Dance to the stars.

Work harder and harder on something you love;

Then do something you don’t like for someone going through something tough.

Spread the laughter and sweep the heavy,

Not under the rug but off of the levee.

Fire works,

To burn up all that heavy burden that we carry,

So don’t freak out when things get scary.

There is a way to face the music,

And dance right through it;

Even the mess humans are cocreating,

Can be cleaned and made pristine if we worked together as a team instead of constantly debating.

I am praying,

But not just bargaining or asking God,

Nor constantly complaining;

They are yearnings of the heart and soul,

Told of what this life is needing~

My deepest prayers are not the words I say;

It is the act of my heart beating.

To keep us alive,

Our hearts are bleeding.

Pumping the love.

Delivering the message.

Passing on the truth of trust.

Carrying out the way for us all.

That’s a living prayer;

Listen for the call.

Let’s build another way,

Not another mall.

Saying Good Bye to a Parent

When you say goodbye to a parent.

You are suddenly living in a whole new world.

You are no longer ‘the child’ and regardless of how long you have officially been ‘grown up’ for, you realise you actually never were until this moment. The shock of this adjustment will shake your very core.

When you have finally said goodbye to both your parents, assuming you were lucky enough to have had two. You are an orphan on this earth and that never, ever gets easier to take no matter how old and grey you are yourself and no matter how many children of your own you have.

You see, a part of your body is physically connected to the people that made it and also a part of your soul. When they no longer live, it is as if you are missing something practical that you need – like a finger or an arm. Because really, you are. You are missing your parent and that is something far more necessary than any limb.

And yet the connection is so strong it carries on somehow, no-one knows how exactly. But they are there. In some way, shape or form they are still guiding you if you listen closely enough. You can hear the words they would choose to say to you.

You can feel the warmth of their approval, their smile when a goal is achieved, their all-consuming love filling the air around you when a baby is born they haven’t met.

If you watch your children very closely you will see that they too have a connection with your parents long after they are gone. They will say things that resonate with you because it brings so many memories of the parent you are missing. They will carry on traits, thoughts and sometimes they will even see them in their dreams.

This is not something we can explain.

Love is a very mystical and wondrous entity.

It is far better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all and grief, grief is the price of that love. The deeper the love the stronger the grief.

When you say goodbye to a parent, do not forget to connect with that little girl who still lives inside you somewhere.

Take very good care of her, for she, she will be alone and scared.

When you say goodbye to your parents, you lose an identity, a place in the world. When the people who put you on this earth are no longer here, it changes everything.

Look after yourself the way they looked after you and listen out for them when you need it the most.

They never really leave.

Donna Ashworth

From ‘to the women’: https://tinyurl.com/ye9f93zd

#fathersday #griefpoetry

Old Souls

This is how I always know an ancient soul.

One who has been through the depths of hell and back.

Been drug down into the abyss, and shattered.

You can see they are tired. And yet still are trying. Still put forth the energy to smile. Give a kind word, or gesture.

Even despite the scars which have kept them barely sutured together.

These are simultaneously the toughest, and most beautiful souls in all of creation. Depth far greater than any ocean.

The ones whom through all violence and strife accumulated, still operate from their loving soul. Offering that which they rarely received.

The ultimate transmutators.
Frequency shifters.

YOU, kind soul…Are the true definition of an Angelic Being here on Earth.
~ Tone Mellard ❤

Surviving ! My friend Amy ,Celebrates 1 year Anniversary

A year ago today, at this time, I was laying in the snow, half naked, semi-consious, fighting for my life. Unable to walk after a seizure, I only remembered focusing on getting warm. My car battery was dead and I couldn’t charge my phone. I had managed to get to my car by rolling across the ground. The young man that found me at 11 clock that morning later told me that it looked like a war zone where I had struggled to get in the car. Frost bitten hands and feet did not help the situation. I couldn’t feel the car keys in my hand and remember I kept dropping them – I couldn’t feel them. I know that I am alive today for many reasons and I thank God for all of them. I will never forget thinking that where I was at was a vacation destination. Where we’re all the cross country skiers? Instead I was sent a man riding his bike in the snow. I said, You’ve got to be kidding. He saw me wave my arm and rushed over. He went home, called emergency services, then came back with blankets to cover me till help arrived. I could feel the warmth from the blankets, instantly. That’s all I remembered until they started putting a warm saline solution in me in the ambulance. They had heated blankets. Then I woke up in the ER. My life changed from that day. I’m extremely grateful to everyone that helped me along the way. While I get snowed in today, I get to reflect on my life. What a gift.

The experience Amy had , repeated an experience Dad had and he survived 6 months before exiting

Amy’s experience revealed many wonderful affirmations as we share a birth year and both have weathered much loss .

Amy proved our services DO care about elders and she was put in alignment with “helpers” and much prayer as she has survived, and thrives these days certainly grateful for the opportunity to grow and share herself , her wisdoms and yes her joy and love.

Amy shares the birth sign of Capricorn ♑as was my Dad and she’s as tenacious and focused as Dad was , and she’s my dear friend .

I celebrate Amy on this day, and look forward to many more days with Amy being part of my ” tribe” as changes test us collectively we know we have a part in pulling Heaven to Earth and I’m Blessed as are many that Divinity was with Amy Adams

and revealed to the community and soon the world will read her story and be uplifted by her journey as a Crone …a very very wise woman !

Blessings & Peace

Dona Luna

Elders

“In our youth-focused society, it can be difficult to claim the role of elder, to be proud of that state and recognize the important contributions elders make. However, it wasn’t always like that (and many societies still value the role of elders). In ancient societies around the world, women were wisdom keepers, helping younger women bring new life into the world and helping older women as they exited this mortal realm. The Crone enjoyed a special, revered status and was praised for her wisdom, healing skills, and moral leadership. She has a profound understanding of life and the world around her – she is a font of wisdom for her community and a source of inspiration.”

~ Dr. Denise Renye
https://www.wholepersonintegration.com/blog/2021/4/29/getting-your-crone-on-what-is-a-cronehood-ceremony

Art: Andrea Redmond, “Green Mother”
https://www.facebook.com/andrea.redmond.7393

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Stories of Old Ones

May the stories of the old ones, the ancient ones, the land and the trees, the plants and the earth be whispered to you.

May you warm your toes by the hearth side as the land starts to speak in the cold and old icy voice of winter, the voice that appears when we pass the mid winter mark; the voice that talks in stories of growth, of becoming, of new slates and brand new mossy gateways.

May you be comforted by the fire that can be lit inside your body, by the light you hold inside, the light of love, forgiveness and passion.

Rest well dear one, warm your bones and listen in the silence, in the cold, for the rustling of truth telling that comes from the earth and the air, the rustling of the newness that springs from the compost of the old.

~ Brigit Anna McNeill
http://www.brigitannamcneill.org

Shared with Love
🌀Nicole
Sacred Wild Woman Medicine

Artist~ Josephine Klerks
SoulArt Klerks
http://www.josephineklerks.com

Homelessness Among the Elderly Expected to Triple in 10 Years – Invisible People

Poor middle-aged individuals are at greatest risk of becoming homeless. Many are making ends meet through low-wage jobs, and unable to save money.
— Read on invisiblepeople.tv/homelessness-among-the-elderly-expected-to-triple-in-10-years/

Hopi Messenger So Many Truths from Ancestors

Including the messages of the Peace Accord agreed to represented

by the 4Corners

www.youtube.com/watch