Feast of Trumpets

I would certainly agree that the Feast of Trumpets and New Moon calendar are not giving us the correct timing,

lets watch to see when New Moon is seen in Jerusalem…

it cant be tonight, the 25th… if first seen on a twinkling twilight of 27th Moon will be birthing from the Sign of the Woman…

This quote is by Susan

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Addictive states are common in those repressed in grieving 👁

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Stagnation Over : The Daily Vibe

Very true , cutting away all that does not jive 😎

It’s been ongoing for years 🎃

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Declaration: New Earth

The ads at the beginning are not in flow with me as I’ve learned from others who bought these products in huge amounts and found the products disagreeable .

Not saying these are bad products ; I don’t know , so use your discernment and research .

It’s a beautiful day , chilly and I’m headed out to buy unsprayed apples as apples were in my childhood . I create applesauce and freeze it and it’s so good for my gut . I made tons last year and it was eaten fast and I ran out .

Blessings & Peace ☮️

Dona Luna ❤️🙏🍎

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Bohemian Spirit : Warning

Warning

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

And run my stick along the public railings

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go

Or only bread and pickle for a week

And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

And pay our rent and not swear in the street

And set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

~ Jenny Joseph ~

Choosing a Woman

lf you choose a working woman, you have to accept that it’s impossible for her to also manage the house full time.

If you choose a housewife who takes care of and manages the household completely, you need to accept that she will not make much money.

lf you choose a submissive woman, you must accept that she depends on you- she must be taken care of.

If you choose to be with a brave woman, you must accept that she is stubborn and has her own thoughts.

If you choose a beautiful woman, you have to accept the expenses & the jealousy as well.

lf you choose to be with a strong woman, you must also accept that she is hard and firm.

No woman is perfect.

Each woman has her own “good thing” that defines who she is and makes her unique.

©Author Unknown

Stop and think 😉…

Reminds Me of You , Van Morrison

Years have passed since I felt the loss of a marriage that did not serve higher ground .

Coming to I knew that pills , drink , sex etc we’re not the antidote for the pain of what this marriage did to our sons .

Secrets are still unraveling but long ago when I mourned and ruminated , I can more objectively experience life ; many remedies and healing modalities await the ardent seeker .

So memories dim as does pain that I know will never fully abate , but will never be manipulated to abuse me or our children .

Circle has closed never to be unbroken again .

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Luna Marie – You Learn

You Learn-

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning,
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts,
And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans.
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…

That you really are strong.

And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn.

She Who Is : The Calling

This is one I am not going to even try to quantify – I feel strongly that either you’ll get it, or you won’t (although being my tribe, I do feel more of you fall more towards the former rather the latter). It’s also one that is so deeply personal, I hesitate in sharing it. Which is almost always an indicator that I should.

Where it comes from is some place beyond words, in the depth of me where the knowing resides. It is a song of the spirit that many of us hear, cosmic and born of stars, and it’s been with us since birth. It guides our lives and path, that we are here for something far greater, and many of us spend our entire lives seeking it out.

It is the search for the ineffable that exists beyond everything we know. Our raison d’etre. We get glimpses of it during our lives, something touches it’s resonance, we touch the hem of it – and we know that we know that we know. And we know that we know that they know.

It is deep calling unto deep.

And there are others hearing that same song, feeling that same pull, and though we are all of that same source, our corporeal senses are not always engaged so that we easily recognize that this isn’t just a subjective, singular experience.

That there are others, and even within our reach was the impetus for it, however. As a reminder that at any given moment, the woman next to us may be feeling and reacting to this same sense-beyond-sense, we are not alone.

“For I see through a glass darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; but then shall I know, even as also I am known.”

No, we are not alone.

“The Calling”

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Breaking the cycle of abandonment

‘BREAKING THE CYCLE OF ABANDONMENT

You can feel abandoned, yes.

You can feel lonely, far from love and life and warmth.

Others can trigger powerful feelings in you, yes.

But strip away the word, the concept, the story,

and return to the actuality of the living body.

What does it feel like, this abandonment?

How do you know you’ve been abandoned?

Attend to the sensations surging now in your belly, chest, throat.

Feel the fluttering, pulsating, stinging sensations.

Let them grow in intensity, or dissipate, and move.

Drench them with curious, loving attention.

Give them space; soften around them.

You’ve got to breathe into yourself now, friend,

for nobody is here to breathe into you,

and they cannot do that anyway.

The dream of love has died;

you are waking up to the reality of love.

Love does not come from without. It never did.

It was always within you. It was your power.

It was always your job, you see, to love yourself,

to not beg for love, or seek it externally,

or wait for it, or try to hold onto it,

but to drench yourself with it, moment by precious moment.

Do not abandon yourself when you feel abandoned,

for there is a pain worse than abandonment:

the abandonment of self, the flight from presence.

Blame doesn’t work here.

Focus on ‘the one who abandoned you’, and you are powerless.

Break the cycle of abandonment, then.

Focus on ‘the abandoned one’, this precious child within.

Invite loving attention deep within the belly, heart, head.

Breathe into the ground. Feel your own aliveness.

You have not been abandoned. Life is here.

Love is here. You are here.

And from here, a new life grows.

And as you learn to not abandon yourself,

you will, in time, attract others

who are not abandoning themselves either;

others who will not abandon you.

For now you cannot be abandoned:

You refuse to abandon yourself.

Abandonment is an old word for you now.

Too dramatic for your body.

Nobody can abandon you:

they can only move

to another place,

with their pain.

Abandonment is the story of lost love,

an old story, for love cannot be lost,

only rediscovered deep within.

You are courageous enough to be present now.

You have broken the addiction of a lifetime:

You have discovered the deep joy

of being alone.’

– Jeff Foster

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