Tag: spiritual wellness

The split has begun

My life is calm , if not peaceful, as the unraveling , revelations cast light , that is not seen nor acknowledged by one’s held dear in my heart .

Wobbly is definitely how it feels , and I definitely want and need more on my own time, as I pray and hold patience.

All is not as it should be and that’s coming , soon.

As I hold space , for others, in their own journey , their own destination , while I am in reality holding plan B , and a ” fuck it bucket” for those things I release, those things and people that have no interest in rising to their higher self, the self of higher power , of knowing yourself and your gifts .

For over 20 years , I have exampled the monster in the closet , disposal, hatred and vengeance , the lack of love and respect and a preference to lie , cheat and steal , in order to own power that’s distorted realities .

My miss is my mercy , and so happily , I seek my home , a fall of preparing , a winter of rest and writing , and peace in my heart .

I never wanted certain things to be hopeless, and I prefer to have faith that what’s meant for me will be : Thy Will Be Done .

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Angels await – End Stage of Life

I will ever be grateful to have witnessed this with Dad .. He didn’t have his glasses on, and I’m not sure he talked at that point , but he kept looking towards the ceiling , and I was so happy for him. He was scared and I explained that he need not fear , it was his angels come to take him home…

There was not better affirmation that he would ascend , and I know he’s with me spiritually every day .

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Spiritual Judge – This is beautiful, discussing natural and fleshy folks who do not embody Christ Consciousness

www.gotquestions.org/judges-all-things.html

Your Gift

YOUR GIFT

Each of us is born with something special,

a gift that’s only given just to us,

a talent or a quirk or a way of seeing life,

a knack of finding light amidst the dust.

It’s your special little gift that’s going to take you,

to the places you’ve dreamed of in your head,

it will open doors and bring in souls who marvel at your skills, it will harvest joy and chase away the dread.

But there’s something that you must be quite aware of, when it comes to knowing just what is your gift,

people search for theirs in vain their whole life through, a thankless chase like that can cause a rift.

Your gift you see, is not always a grand one,

it’s not the being fast, or saving lives,

it’s not always the singing voice, the dancing feet or more, it can sometimes be a simple quirk of life.

Your gift can be a constant splash of colour,

a way of showing light through cloudy days,

your gift could be the way you make others feel at peace, or bring some calm to someone’s messy day.

Your gift could be the ears that always listen,

when someone is in need of being seen,

your gift could be the way you view the world as something small,and believe that we are all just one big team.

Your gift could be the passions that you share,

with others who are not that way inclined,

spreading art and spreading music all across your world, is something that can change a lot of minds.

So take a minute now to look within you,

and see what little gift you’ve stored away,

let it out and show it love and bring it to the front,

your gift will stay with you now, all the way.

Donna Ashworth

From ‘I Wish I Knew’: https://amzn.to/3JVMJlZ

Art by Christian Schloe Digital Artwork

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The Old One

La Loba, the old one, The One Who Knows, is within us. She thrives in the deepest soul-psyche of women, the ancient and vital Wild Woman. The La Loba story describes her home as that place in time where the spirit of women and the spirit of wolf meet – the place where her mind and her instincts mingle, where a woman’s deep life funds her mundane life.

It is the point where the I and the Thou kiss, the place where women run with the wolves.’

~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

“La Loba”

Mixed Media

2023

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Storms

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about. ~Haruki Murakami

(Book: Kafka on the Shore https://amzn.to/3rLr10M)

(Art: ‘After the Storm’ by Giovanni Segantini)

Crone – A woman who has found her voice

”A crone is a woman who has found her voice. She knows that silence is consent. This is a quality that makes older women feared. It is not the innocent voice of a child who says, “the emperor has no clothes,” but the fierce truthfulness of the crone that is the voice of reality. Both the innocent child and the crone are seeing through the illusions, denials, or “spin” to the truth. But the crone knows about the deception and its consequences, and it angers her. Her fierceness springs from the heart, gives her courage, makes her a force to be reckoned with.”

— Jean Shinoda Bolen (Crones Don’t Whine: Concentrated Wisdom for Juicy Women)

Painting by Andrea Redmond

Being alone ( on your own)

Midwives of the Soul

The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of the other person—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other.

~Osho, The Power of Love. [ https://amzn.to/44xHS5F ]

art | Selma Mera, Twitter.

Awakening the Soul

Shakespeare wrote: “There is nothing more confining than the prison we don’t know we are in.” In other words, whatever we are not conscious of can have a deep hold on us. In critical moments, we can wind up doing its bidding while believing we are making our own choices in life. We are in just such a prison of our own making when we act as if the common world of fact and figures is not only the “real world,” but also the only world.

The prison of the modern mind is partly created by the common belief that “reality” can be limited to logic, statistics, and provable facts. Not that the literal world is “unreal,” rather that it is the first level of reality and can never depict all that is truly Real. Restricting all modes of presence to a single plane of being leads to being trapped in a narrow view of life and imprisoned in the linear trap of time. Too much “hard reality” and the world becomes as if flat again; we lose touch with all that makes this earth a place of wonder and beauty and hidden possibilities. ~Michael Meade

(Book: Awakening the Soul https://amzn.to/3Q7M3kr)

Death

One time I met a man
Who only had a month to live
And I asked him if he had
Any advice that he could give

He said “I wake each morning
Knowing I am going to die
So each day must remind me
I am blessed to be alive

You see, my life’s on countdown
As each hour is unfurled
I know the clock is ticking
On my time here in this world

But what you’re overlooking
Is that it’s the same for you –
You know that I am dying
But forget that you are too

So make the most of sunshine
And go dancing in the rain
And sing a little louder
When your favourite music plays

Notice nature’s colours,
Savour everything you taste
Stop waiting for tomorrow
‘Cause you’ve got no time to waste

And could you say convincingly
That you’d have no regrets?
If just the next few days or weeks
Were all that you had left?”

And then my breath caught quickly
When he turned to me and asked
“Could you say that you died happy
If this day had been your last?”

Becky Hemsley
Artist: Unknown