i am i = the intelligence (knowing) of my imagination
magnetic (magenta and turquoise) hearts
magnetic health, wealth
soul streams wake up
let your fingertips wander through the soil. let your fingers share graciousness with the soil and the faeiries. feel the connection, the small bubbles of cool, colourful light entering the fairie realm streams through your fingertips. feel the soil come alive, rejuvenate life. let your heart open, blossom and bloom. feel the joy shining endlessly in surges of gentle essence through the entirety of your being.
give joy back to the soil, a gift of heart, magnetic strings alight
you are the soil (soul)
plant within you a a small kingdom of flowers
the faeries will love you forever
Perhaps, , , all the dragons in our lives are in fact princesses who are only waiting to see ….. us ….. act, just once, with beauty and courage.
Perhaps, just perhaps, everything that frightens us is in its deepest essence, something helpless that want out.
a Shield is a Shield
and a Home is a Home
But … a golden life is a way
of becoming Home.
In the days of Long’mer, when the sun set later than now, and the early morning songs brought forth a breath of newness to gladden the day, we knew the end was near. We knew our world was moving on. To something newer and grander than so far we had had the joy to know, to experience, to express. So we spent those days and hours celebrating how far we had journeyed in our troth with others. We knew that we would sleep this eve and in the new morn wake brand new. Something different in the moments in-between was being brought forth from our hearts and our breathing. Time stood still. Doors opened wide. Life stepped out and stepped right back again. In that in-between all was discovered. All was perfected. All was understood. Life moved on. The dance continued. Yet did not. It ended. Yet did not. It began anew. Yet did not. It was all so still. Stillness. Depth. Well.
Well being. Came. Comes always. No matter the lengths and breadths we go. No matter how grand, nor how small.
We stand on this threshhold now. Awareness is the key.
Let the mists speak well to you, bring wisdom to you. Acknowledge the wise you are, the mists you know, and the ones yet to be.
Freedom sails beckon. Christ lights descend again. New bright arrives. The life you were born to and for roars into being once more, stands before you, ready to soar. Wings well lit. Grace becoming. Songs understood.
The time is now. It is always now. We have forgotten that. Open that time well. Let the remembrances come flooding in. Embrace all of everything. Peace is. Simply that. Peace is.
You do well. As do we.
Peace be with you.
Butterflies float and ride the same thought streams as whales do.
Air streams — water ways — same thing in another’s guise.
The butterfly delights stars
Their magic touches
The hearts of all things
Near and far
And life sings a Sweeter
Because they are
Soar with the cosmic
the far flung hopes
The explorers carry. Everywhere
Can you help remind me
To remember my way
again and again and again
Til you and I
Know the exquisite
In the new dancing waves
The leaves on my car
A shallow moment in the spaciousness
Why does my heart call attention to you
Is the ‘why’ timing then, depths of
Emotion calling us
To a fruition song we failed to hear
Or a new dawn, a new moment, a new
Choice, compassion, understanding
Anothers’ grace or wisdom touching
As if for the very last time
A vision arrived, a dance of life, love
A cornucopic rhythm to stand upon
That says all is well
Try, try, try again
This intimate moment is all we ever have
So be brave
Reach deeper into your own worth
For the answers to the prayers
We spin webs upon
Open soul, open tenderly, in those small,
Burdened moments we are arcing back from
Do you dance, or do you wait in the dark
For the leaves to fall and remind you
Of all you are … wisdoms graceful,
Travelling in a wizard’s song.
Spring is not so very far away.