Well, I find myself without a pen through the last week, and I turn the page of blame on not having a topic...
With that in mind, March demands attention.
And that is just it, the Marching Mind.
Where does it wander?
Where does it go?
How shall it gander?
How shall you know?
Because I have found a pen and step upon the pathway of light, I begin again this very night.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Connecting to Nature- Waning to New
Earth Connections-
Sunshine, blue skies, rain water, first meeting with the outside, first meeting with food, walking, breathing, passing air, admiring Calalillies, touching my lovers skin, showering, seeing pink glimpses of sunset.
<3 Drifting with eyes closed and knowing dreams await my soul,
Blessed Be
Safe Travels <3
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Magic Potion brewed beneath the veil, I drink with pleasure, with promise and devotion. Humbled and Blessed by your divine notions upon my path.
I send you praise in prayer. <3 ENB
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Left whistling for water,
my breast leak gallons into the mouth of precious growth.
The Creator in Her purest form,
bound by figure and released through gaze.
Never have I traded places to see another's view,
but stayed where my feet have held wishing to release the glue.
This place here desires no release,
just moments of escape.
Climbing mountains in exchange for internal connection.
Memory of doing is serving just fine,
though processing the actions take longer than time.
Haven't quite figured my fingers of late,
gestating reality and keeping stakes.
Joining in heaven's dew, mornings release our nights sinew.
Gallop horses in fervent rush;
there is no rush and so we stay gentle,
in growth and sway.
Bottom out as a way to stand taller,
imagine a glory of Redwood and Sequoia.
Haven't seen the Raven fly in miles and miles of open sky.
STAND, STAND, STAND.
Journeys know when to take a stand.
There is no mistake, we are her now- And we relate.
Yes, Mama, I am listening.
I haven't see the newness since yesterday,
but a moments passing has never passed my haze.
Relinquish the hesitation-
know when a journey is beautiful and right-
Do not question your inner sight.
Hands hold others like they hold yourself.
Are you ready?
Do you notice?
How does it feel?
Please grant us all the wisdom to care with open hearts and joy.
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11-19-09 (Written in a year of Prayer)
A hitchhiker, a baby and a blond walk into my life.
I speak of brunch, massage and new sheets.
Welcome to the White Hawk Chronicles that begin at twilight and end at sundown.
No eggs from Emily and Harriet is having another fit.
June Bugs elephant just lost her insides and the cap debates, College without High School?
The sky is intersected with giant mechanical birds while clouds ponder their first color of choice.
Tonight's air is generous; clear, clean and snug enough to let your skin know its living.
Blessings Ms. Elephant in your acrobatic favor of June's head tossing.
NEW is the MOON-
Melodramatic is the blood within my Fallopian tubes.
HA!
They laugh with the memory of waking at today's dawn- and the gratitude of money written on a check.
Dishes are done man!
(Kabam goes the gun!)
The Hummingbird has decided- pink, peach and lavender.
Blessed BE.
From the mouth, and heart of MOONSHINE
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Connecting to Nature- FULL MOON
My spirituality has grown with my connection to nature.
Each time I trust the winds whisper and follow, I know I am alive and well.
Tread softly and do not be afraid.
Noting with joy the changes or lack of changes that occurs as a place is revisited.
Secrets continue to unveil that which may by called Life Lessons.
Yes- I learn and together with spirit and knowledge break down old cycles and allow new paths and connections to take place.
Joyful triumph guides the days.
I have become a Mother.
I am learning to listen to small cues, to an audible voice of a language never spoken before.
Connecting to breath as each activity takes place. Knowing nature is dancing right before my eyes.
Dancing with delight.
~February
Connecting with a rock.
First noticing a hard shell- barrier of protection, shelter and design. The shell does not describe the rock, yet at first glance, it may appear impenetrable, to tough to find a way to the interior.
If sitting with a rock becomes available- take the time to admire and hold space. Color will appear- perhaps as a single flat color or as an essence surrounding the structure.
Cracks- ah, a real dent in perfect protection.
Gently, sensitively dance along the outer edge- dangling a finger, peacefully dedicating a breath to possibility.
Inside could come spilling out and Yes, this is a risk...
2/11/11
From the mouth of MoonShine
Each time I trust the winds whisper and follow, I know I am alive and well.
Tread softly and do not be afraid.
Noting with joy the changes or lack of changes that occurs as a place is revisited.
Secrets continue to unveil that which may by called Life Lessons.
Yes- I learn and together with spirit and knowledge break down old cycles and allow new paths and connections to take place.
Joyful triumph guides the days.
I have become a Mother.
I am learning to listen to small cues, to an audible voice of a language never spoken before.
Connecting to breath as each activity takes place. Knowing nature is dancing right before my eyes.
Dancing with delight.
~February
Connecting with a rock.
First noticing a hard shell- barrier of protection, shelter and design. The shell does not describe the rock, yet at first glance, it may appear impenetrable, to tough to find a way to the interior.
If sitting with a rock becomes available- take the time to admire and hold space. Color will appear- perhaps as a single flat color or as an essence surrounding the structure.
Cracks- ah, a real dent in perfect protection.
Gently, sensitively dance along the outer edge- dangling a finger, peacefully dedicating a breath to possibility.
Inside could come spilling out and Yes, this is a risk...
2/11/11
From the mouth of MoonShine
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
CONNECTING TO NATURE- waxing to first quarter
Worshipping the Moon in my dream. Stopping others to glance at her magnificence- waning and slimming down to renewal. There in the sky, a crest, a view, a way of being.
Jump in the water, in the way of beauty and ease. Massaged by a Mermaid- Caressed by a dragon, wondering how long this TIGER will sleep.
Fallen crests given to dream.
Moon Magic, ever changing, ever present, bringing sensation to every cell of my being.
Heaven is beneath us, yet taught from above. Messages reveal a tightening of friendship, a knowing of transition and the occurrence or condensation. Don't allow the water to get stagnant, nor the film on the top to harden. Move through, continue- make real.
Glory, Glory, Glory- YES!
Drag yourself from bottom up-
"I am not myself" - perhaps you had to go there to start anew. Angels are around you knowing and holding hands with faeries and guides, to guide you on the journey.
1/26/11
Listening to the wild, unreserved creatures make their flight through wood and water.
Perhaps there is time to visit this magical place today. Stop one moment without a pause and step through the Ego portal of your mind, beyond to the Wild place- the Black Hole, where any and all things can happen. Follow along the path of least resistance, listening, gently touching and finding the breath pathways into golden light.
You will arrive at a source of imagination and magic.
Bright?
Small?
Big?
Light for you.
Hold this light, breathe deep and go forth into the Wild Place.
Trees taller and ground softer than you have ever felt. Moss holding you like a gentle, caring Mother.
Beside the 'doorway' a brook runs gently to the right, you turn your gaze to follow, but can't see past the bend 50ft away, so you walk towards it...
***(Finish this with your own Wild place visualization...)***
1/28/11
MOON MEMORY
Connections to Mother-
Connections to Nature-
Moon, a mystical sphere that lights my nights, days and dreams' adventures. A Goddess to listen to, a Goddess to pray to, question, rever, and remember as my blood cycles around my uterus.
Together, we have made magic.
Together, we have taken transparent flight, held birthday rituals, rituals of thanks, gratitude and love. With the Moon, I have landed on distant shores, received energy to heal myself and others and guided women to cry, create, laugh and join hands in worship.
Faerie beings have joined in arms, singing songs and dancing jigs, while the moon lite their way.
Hmmm... Hearts dance and sing when she is full. Shining so bright, if there wasn't a star in the sky many would confuse night for day. When the moon hides, many hide themselves as well. Shadows inside and out dance around us, taunting and playing with our psyche.
Heaven is not nearly as beautiful as the Moon.
A mystery that holds my strings taut and continues to enliven my desire to live and take part.
LA LUNA
2/3/11
From the mouth of MoonShine
Jump in the water, in the way of beauty and ease. Massaged by a Mermaid- Caressed by a dragon, wondering how long this TIGER will sleep.
Fallen crests given to dream.
Moon Magic, ever changing, ever present, bringing sensation to every cell of my being.
Heaven is beneath us, yet taught from above. Messages reveal a tightening of friendship, a knowing of transition and the occurrence or condensation. Don't allow the water to get stagnant, nor the film on the top to harden. Move through, continue- make real.
Glory, Glory, Glory- YES!
Drag yourself from bottom up-
"I am not myself" - perhaps you had to go there to start anew. Angels are around you knowing and holding hands with faeries and guides, to guide you on the journey.
1/26/11
Listening to the wild, unreserved creatures make their flight through wood and water.
Perhaps there is time to visit this magical place today. Stop one moment without a pause and step through the Ego portal of your mind, beyond to the Wild place- the Black Hole, where any and all things can happen. Follow along the path of least resistance, listening, gently touching and finding the breath pathways into golden light.
You will arrive at a source of imagination and magic.
Bright?
Small?
Big?
Light for you.
Hold this light, breathe deep and go forth into the Wild Place.
Trees taller and ground softer than you have ever felt. Moss holding you like a gentle, caring Mother.
Beside the 'doorway' a brook runs gently to the right, you turn your gaze to follow, but can't see past the bend 50ft away, so you walk towards it...
***(Finish this with your own Wild place visualization...)***
1/28/11
MOON MEMORY
Connections to Mother-
Connections to Nature-
Moon, a mystical sphere that lights my nights, days and dreams' adventures. A Goddess to listen to, a Goddess to pray to, question, rever, and remember as my blood cycles around my uterus.
Together, we have made magic.
Together, we have taken transparent flight, held birthday rituals, rituals of thanks, gratitude and love. With the Moon, I have landed on distant shores, received energy to heal myself and others and guided women to cry, create, laugh and join hands in worship.
Faerie beings have joined in arms, singing songs and dancing jigs, while the moon lite their way.
Hmmm... Hearts dance and sing when she is full. Shining so bright, if there wasn't a star in the sky many would confuse night for day. When the moon hides, many hide themselves as well. Shadows inside and out dance around us, taunting and playing with our psyche.
Heaven is not nearly as beautiful as the Moon.
A mystery that holds my strings taut and continues to enliven my desire to live and take part.
LA LUNA
2/3/11
From the mouth of MoonShine
Month Two- Topic and Thoughts
CONNECTING TO NATURE
Ladies, Women, Delights of my life-
February, a connection with nature through writing. The witnessing of light returning, dark, clear nights and the inner pathways of our dreams.
I have to be honest, not every day has produced writing and not every piece of writing should be produced- but alas, there are glimpses of greatness, love and joy that I want to share. I do try to make up the days I miss with longer writing sessions when I do get back to pen and paper.
There are challenges to writing something 'new'. It seems as if the same topics, subjects and experiences want to come through again and again, working their way through my mind and body to a sense of place and purpose. Acceptance that some topics are just worth writing about many times, from many angles- Colin, Motherhood, the Moon.
Connect and realign with ten minutes a day. Call it your time, you deserve it. Visit your heart, enjoy the flow of your pen and do not sensor. Allow the silence behind your mind to come through.
Blessings-
MoonShine
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Week three- Wimynn Create
Nestlle into yourself and become completely alone. The kind of alone that slows down your breathing. Your muscles relax and a warm center glows within. In this moment there are no burdens, chores or obligations. Only a calm peace with infinite possibilities. Imagine floating in the waters off a steamy-hot tropical island. No one around but the birds resting the the shade of a blossoming tree. Weightless and free, surrounded by the salty warm arms of the sea. Empty your head and let the the thoughts ascend slowly into the sky. A clean brain-sponge open to spiritual thoughts and divine wisdom. Blessings an grace rain down from above salting my mind with universal love that surpasses all understanding. Limiting thoughts are gone now and I have the courage to reach out for MORE. (love from, Mother's Heartstar)
Swooping in as birds upon the sea, feel the wave droplets land on your feathers and allow the imagination to find you soaring beyond the materials towards a place of all white-
gold-
black-
red.
Daring to explore the boundaries written within our own soul,
Do these boundaries even exist?
Go further into the night.
Soar with the moon, to the moon and over the moon.
Joining the Cosmic dust, laying dormant and waiting for the sweat of your brow to bring it to life. There in your hand, this molecule, dust, cosmic being- will jump into your heart, growing, multiplying- forgetting for minute what it means to be separate. Knowing within its cells that it has been waiting for you.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Wondering when this creation of time would open to sacred space which would then call you home.
1/21/11
Cradled in the fingers of my son.
Sun pouring in the window from dawn.
Dusk a dream away through daytime.
Night time a special treat upon the sandy beach.
Woods beckon my feet with walking.
Needing to be held by the precious hand of this little one.
Morning has found me awake with an urge to stay this way.
I wonder upon which steps to take, food to eat, and memories to make.
Projects reach for my hands, tantamount to daily chores.
1/22/11
Swooping in as birds upon the sea, feel the wave droplets land on your feathers and allow the imagination to find you soaring beyond the materials towards a place of all white-
gold-
black-
red.
Daring to explore the boundaries written within our own soul,
Do these boundaries even exist?
Go further into the night.
Soar with the moon, to the moon and over the moon.
Joining the Cosmic dust, laying dormant and waiting for the sweat of your brow to bring it to life. There in your hand, this molecule, dust, cosmic being- will jump into your heart, growing, multiplying- forgetting for minute what it means to be separate. Knowing within its cells that it has been waiting for you.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Wondering when this creation of time would open to sacred space which would then call you home.
1/21/11
Cradled in the fingers of my son.
Sun pouring in the window from dawn.
Dusk a dream away through daytime.
Night time a special treat upon the sandy beach.
Woods beckon my feet with walking.
Needing to be held by the precious hand of this little one.
Morning has found me awake with an urge to stay this way.
I wonder upon which steps to take, food to eat, and memories to make.
Projects reach for my hands, tantamount to daily chores.
1/22/11
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Week Two-We'Moon Create
And so it begins, that place inside of you where words spring forth without a vice to stop them. Emptying towards the Earth, back to the place where the ideas have sprung. Eventually, I will look through to the underside, asking not what it is I seek, but what it is I see.
Is it whole, or part of the puzzle I am to play?
Stand upon the looking glass, fever high beyond control, tempting dandelions to sway and lose themselves in the wind.
What happens to the wind if no one feels it?
Do the trees tell of their discord when no one hears them falling in the forest?
And what of our hearts when they are broken or put back together-
Are they audible to others?
No. Simply to the Earth.
And so comes our voice to share the experience, the breaking, the joy- developing deep in our bodies core- with a connection in the brain.
YES, again and again.
YES, from the wind, sitting upon the fallen tree is the answer of beginning.
Will we handle many victories in one heart?
Or tragedies?
Written before tomorrows star pattern takes shape. YES.
I will try to connect body and brain allowing the message to pass forward onto my friends, family and strangers.
Is it not passed with a smile? Or a frown?
The connection is that we are always passing- collecting and sorting through our message or anothers. Found upon the wind is the song of many, if one stops to listen.
YES, I hear the words, but I don't necessarily know their meaning if I can't see the smile or the frown to go with them.
Is our collective smiling or frowning in the current climate?
There is an air of possibility that sits behind the brain, wavering on potential and details.
Continue with the news that today brings happiness and tomorrow questions.
1/12/11
The Goddess of the Earth creates such exquisite creatures to interact and make possible the finest made possibilities of sunrise and sunset...Forgoing everything else to be with Breath- a privilege or a request of the Goddess?
1/13/11
...Treasure that I want to share an ancient wisdom not yet formed in worlds.
Can there be a faerie position that is paid to share this with others?
Yet, being paid does not mean money necessarily.
Payment from the Universe comes in synchronicity, patience, peace of heart,a strangers smile and acknowledgement of heart.
Are we not creatures looking for a bargain, a payment?
What is the reward?
The return?
The exchange?
Trust that one good gift deserves another-
The tides turning trusts the moon's rise.
Yes, faerylands find their people. This is payment for believing.
Believing is the faith of the hard working. Wommyn know of handwork and most know of working hard.
1/15/11
PUT TO ALL OF YOU-What is the difference between hardworking and working hard?
From the mouth of MOONSHINE
Moonstar's Vision 1/21/11
She feels the rhythm in her chest, her breast vibrates, her heart beats in sync. Breath increases, body relaxes, mind is suspended in awe. Present, alive. She is a blank canvas for the Divine. Slowly, as if propelled by an unseen force, like a feather drifting in the wind; arms legs neck spine fingers tingle with the gentle magic of sacred movement. From somewhere deep they dance The Mothers dance. Her tongue tingles with sweet prose and she cannot hold back her song any longer. from her womb a song escapes, the song of her ancestors, a gift for her to share. Body moves with freedom and vibrancy, voice rich and strong carries the tune, heart open, spirit illuminated. Wommyn as a vessel for her Mothers wisdom. She calls in the Goddess with ritual and celebrates her truth and wisdom. She is rocked by the Divine's presence and creates her bliss in realization of her connection with ALL.
~*~
Full moon
her light teases your skin
gentle kisses of starlight illuminate us
Lighting the path of our climb
I embrace you, our souls speaking
Music blooms, golden light emerges from our beings
Bodies tremble beneath the praise of the Goddess
She blesses us with her caresses, she is happy for us
Lips meet, touching so sweet, soft pure.
This present moment so beautiful
She honors our sacred union
From the lips of Miz Moonstar
Is it whole, or part of the puzzle I am to play?
Stand upon the looking glass, fever high beyond control, tempting dandelions to sway and lose themselves in the wind.
What happens to the wind if no one feels it?
Do the trees tell of their discord when no one hears them falling in the forest?
And what of our hearts when they are broken or put back together-
Are they audible to others?
No. Simply to the Earth.
And so comes our voice to share the experience, the breaking, the joy- developing deep in our bodies core- with a connection in the brain.
YES, again and again.
YES, from the wind, sitting upon the fallen tree is the answer of beginning.
Will we handle many victories in one heart?
Or tragedies?
Written before tomorrows star pattern takes shape. YES.
I will try to connect body and brain allowing the message to pass forward onto my friends, family and strangers.
Is it not passed with a smile? Or a frown?
The connection is that we are always passing- collecting and sorting through our message or anothers. Found upon the wind is the song of many, if one stops to listen.
YES, I hear the words, but I don't necessarily know their meaning if I can't see the smile or the frown to go with them.
Is our collective smiling or frowning in the current climate?
There is an air of possibility that sits behind the brain, wavering on potential and details.
Continue with the news that today brings happiness and tomorrow questions.
1/12/11
The Goddess of the Earth creates such exquisite creatures to interact and make possible the finest made possibilities of sunrise and sunset...Forgoing everything else to be with Breath- a privilege or a request of the Goddess?
1/13/11
...Treasure that I want to share an ancient wisdom not yet formed in worlds.
Can there be a faerie position that is paid to share this with others?
Yet, being paid does not mean money necessarily.
Payment from the Universe comes in synchronicity, patience, peace of heart,a strangers smile and acknowledgement of heart.
Are we not creatures looking for a bargain, a payment?
What is the reward?
The return?
The exchange?
Trust that one good gift deserves another-
The tides turning trusts the moon's rise.
Yes, faerylands find their people. This is payment for believing.
Believing is the faith of the hard working. Wommyn know of handwork and most know of working hard.
1/15/11
PUT TO ALL OF YOU-What is the difference between hardworking and working hard?
From the mouth of MOONSHINE
Moonstar's Vision 1/21/11
She feels the rhythm in her chest, her breast vibrates, her heart beats in sync. Breath increases, body relaxes, mind is suspended in awe. Present, alive. She is a blank canvas for the Divine. Slowly, as if propelled by an unseen force, like a feather drifting in the wind; arms legs neck spine fingers tingle with the gentle magic of sacred movement. From somewhere deep they dance The Mothers dance. Her tongue tingles with sweet prose and she cannot hold back her song any longer. from her womb a song escapes, the song of her ancestors, a gift for her to share. Body moves with freedom and vibrancy, voice rich and strong carries the tune, heart open, spirit illuminated. Wommyn as a vessel for her Mothers wisdom. She calls in the Goddess with ritual and celebrates her truth and wisdom. She is rocked by the Divine's presence and creates her bliss in realization of her connection with ALL.
~*~
Full moon
her light teases your skin
gentle kisses of starlight illuminate us
Lighting the path of our climb
I embrace you, our souls speaking
Music blooms, golden light emerges from our beings
Bodies tremble beneath the praise of the Goddess
She blesses us with her caresses, she is happy for us
Lips meet, touching so sweet, soft pure.
This present moment so beautiful
She honors our sacred union
From the lips of Miz Moonstar
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