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I want to take a moment to dedicate this post to all people who suffer namelessly.  I am not a doctor, but I have my own story and personal spiritual practice.  And part of my Call is to help those who suffer to Remember.

What are we suppose to Remember?

Creator loves us.

Everything is a cycle.

When we are feeling the highs of Joy and Creativity, our cup is full and we are pouring that out, manifesting it into the universe.

When we are feeling low and sometimes empty, there has come a time for us to practice deep rest, nurturing our spirit, reflection and observance upon what our body, mind, emotions and spirit are calling for.

Many of us are lost at times, confused.  In doubt.

Searching.

I urge you to pray.  To speak to someone.  To listen.

I urge your tears to wash away the old creative processes and make room for new adventures.  New paradyms.  New behaviours.

I have this beautiful image of a woman with a basket dipping into the waters of life, lifting and pouring over and over.  There are times when life is Still and I can see clearly into the water of healing.  I let it hold me.  Sometimes I flow through it like a lazy river but ever moving.

The hardest thing in the world is accepting oneself in this crazy existence. Things are so bizarre at times.  I cannot let go of how humbled I am when grace finds me.  When I finally have had enough temperance and struggle. When I finally have spent enough time on inner work and purifying, did I realize the cycle of myself as a vessel for Spirit.  Emptying, filling

You are a vessel.

Love can fill you.

Spirit can fill you.

Creativity can fill you.

And then you empty out, washing away all that was and returning humbled from the cycle to fill oneself again.

This is a reminder to nurture your spirit right now.

This week.

Today.

Practicing loving yourself and loving others, no matter what their hearts or minds appear like to you.  Simply observe, and allow things to release.

 

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As I sit here, I am breathing deep and looking out my window at the abundance of Queen Anne Lace recapturing my back field.  The humidity has left for the day, although the summer has been quite mild.  My husband is reading a book with two of our three lads.  And I am astounded at all that has transpired.

Growth.

So many changes.  We have placed our attention firmly on certain dreams and visions and here they be.  A summer is usually filled with sweat, either from the sweat of play or the sweat of work.  And so is growth.  To grow there is a combination of struggle and stretch.  Growing pains.  Sometimes they are mild.

Reflection.

It’s not time to reflect on summer yet.  I could say the summer has been mild.  But then Coyote, The Trickster would rear his pretty face and bite me deeply.  Although for some reason I am feeling very introspective.  Reflective.

Weaving.

A story, the days string together to create our lives.  I am learning with all things that if [IT] is important I will get to it.  I tap the web to connect with all that needs connecting.  I bring together and create learning experiences for my littles.

Accept.

The things that I cannot control.  The undoing.  The birth.  The pains no one sees.  The quiet darkness and the soft loneliness.  The One.

Healing.

This is when it comes.  When the moon shines but is not seen.  When the frogs chirrup.  The in between.

The book is done.  The night has come.  And this summer night is put to rest.  Amid the giggles and tiny cries our “little death” will bring a new sunrise.

aho.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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