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| Old Routines vs. New Perceptions |
| 04.27.05 (6:36 am) [edit] |
Many inner shifts since I've returned. Perceptions have changed, ideas have changed, priorities have changed.
I make an attempt to ease back into my life after my 'gypsy walkabout'. Old routines with new perceptions make it challenging for me to continue in the lifestyle I've been living.
I observe myself as if from a distance. I'm amused at my own sense of disorientation with the familiar. Nothing looks or feels the same anymore. I speak to the same people, do the same work, live in the same home, shampoo my hair and wash my body in the same order. Yet, it feels alien to me.
I know not where this is headed, and I am comforted in not knowing. I have been here before and I know it to be the process of change. I welcome it and am thankful for it.
I am thankful for it.
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| Conscious Journeying |
| 04.22.05 (11:08 am) [edit] |
A journey outward... and a journey inward.
I've ventured onto the mainland for a drive in solitude across the mountains. Familiar stomping grounds of mine, the Canadian Rockies. As the ground rose up into peaks of giant snow-covered grey mass, I felt myself embraced by the awesome energy for the first time in many years. My soul was nurtured and spirit refreshed.
My 'monkey mind' eased up with each mile that passed; peace deepened.
How blessed the days are of conscious journeying.
Solitude is sweet and cherished, for it is hard to come by these days. Soulful introspection greets me as I visit the places of power I'd travelled in the past. The ancient ones smile as I return with new stories and fresh insights. They smile, Knowing what I am just beginning to learn.
I am challenged to greet my old spirit companion. It has been awhile since I have felt him so near. We shapeshift in mystical, magical experience, then the moment is quickly over and I am changed. Re-energized. Reminded of my connection to the Universe.
Gifts of the Universe surround me; I open my eyes to them again.
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| Wild woman of great heart |
| 04.13.05 (7:08 am) [edit] |
My long awaited and much needed walkabout has finally come. Soon I will be on my journey.
A wonderful friend wrote to me:
"Have a good journey....
peace, wild woman of great heart!"
It has touched me so deeply, knowing the peaceful, gentle soul from which it came. Her words are encouraging as I journey to reconnect with the Universal Oneness and my Self.
My eyes are opening, my words are few. My prayer is that I be silent enough to hear the Song within.
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| Raindrops |
| 04.12.05 (6:55 am) [edit] |
Looking out my window into the springtime rain this morning, I'm overcome with a sense of gratitude for the nurturing, refreshing blanket of droplets cascading off the roof. A mystical hush has fallen over the dripping forest outside my window; I breathe deeply and consciously as I listen to the pattering of raindrops in solitude.
Peace.
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| Sacred Mothers: Refilling the Well |
| 04.07.05 (9:27 am) [edit] |
As we teach, so we learn.
It is truly a gift and an honour to have the opportunity to share with other mystical, magical mothers in the upcoming day long workshop/retreat, Sacred Mothers: Refilling the Well.
I have been given the inspiration and direction to share with others in this beautiful way - to learn from them, to grow with them, to become closer to the Universal Oneness with them.
As we walk together on our soul journeys, I thank each who will participate, as it is as much a gift to me to be a part of our learning.
I am so thankful for this gift...
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| Silence |
| 04.07.05 (6:45 am) [edit] |
As long as I'm talking, I cannot hear messages in the silence.
Less talk begins with silence of the mind. Silence of the mind is a choice.
"Monkey mind" is habit. I observe my internal chatter, as if from an outsider's point of view. I am exhausted just from watching.
I invite the silence in. Quiet the mind, allowing thoughts to float away like clouds in a gentle breeze. Become still within. Enjoy the void without thought.
And then...
Listen.
Simply listen to the Universal Silence, and hear - not with ears, but with soul.
Simply... listen.
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| Walkabout |
| 04.04.05 (12:46 pm) [edit] |
My yearning is strong - Free Spirit that I am - to wander, to allow, to enjoy each moment in a state of simply BE-ing.
To live in respect and reverence for all of Creation, to let the river flow as it will, to offer myself to be of service in the spirit of the universal oneness.
To walk with grace and gentleness upon the earth so that it may be a better place because of me.
To ask how I can help, instead of how you can help me.
To think and stretch and reach outside the box - to open myself to possibilities I've never imagined.
Most of all, to be thankful.
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| It's Raining, It's Pouring |
| 04.02.05 (1:59 pm) [edit] |
As I sit listening to pitter-patter droplets on my windows, visitors from another part of the country arrive complaining about the rain. Their vacation is dampened, if you'll pardon the pun.
I, on the other hand, am overjoyed with the downpour. I hope for many more hours, even days of it. We live in a rainforest, yet this season there has been little rain and we are dangerously close to draught conditions. What's normally green is brown, and the trees are so very thirsty.
Through this comparison of how we see the rain, I was reminded that rain itself isn't good nor bad... it just IS. How we see it or feel about it is entirely our choice.
My daughter wanted to go 'take a bath in the rain' today, so I put on her shoes and off she went, joyfully jumping in puddles and holding her hands up to catch the droplets with wonder.
The 'programmed' mommy in me automatically wants to warn her, "Don't go out in the rain, you'll catch your death of cold." I promptly slap that programmed mommy off my shoulder with a good solid whack.
Instead, I watch my little girl playing and enjoying being in the downpour in her beautiful innocence. She is savouring the moment, enjoying and living truly in the moment, taking whatever comes and embracing it with vibrant passion.
I take in what this amazing little girl is teaching me, and am thankful for the lessons that she teaches me.
I am fortunate.
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| Movement |
| 04.02.05 (11:16 am) [edit] |
Spring... a time of rebirth.
Of growing and developing, budding and blossoming.
A time of movement, of stretching after a long winter's rest.
A time of awakening, of filling lungs with vital breath of fresh air, of standing tall, of becoming and BE-ing.
May this be your springtime of the soul.
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