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
Thursday, January 27, 2011
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
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Week One- Wymmin Create
WOMEN CREATORS are coming to a town near you. Building peace compounds from rocks, mud and prayers. Knowing a patient and kind value of being is the only way to be. Heaven joins with angel dust to trust in all things good and well, to create a sanctuary of golden well being. Trust that this is already taking place. Know deep in your bones that women are working daily to right the ways of hurt and oppression. Our children know how to love freely, may we take from them the guidance and wonder at the weaving of the clouds. Gently floating without time, listening to the winds...Dreams embrace this energy and help creativity to signal a change and course of freedom...When we stop to stare and take notice of the powers that are healing, loving and working for the good of all, we take two steps in knowing ourselves as women. 1/7/11
MOON shine with Venus waves, this is the moment of creation- A walk down fresh air lane, a body listening to pulses from within. Question not what causes, but how to react and heal. Stress pours forward and yet the strength of women, rocks the notion of sense and sensible. Yes, I will indulge when time meets forever, which is the same as tomorrow, right? Why was today much easier than the previous?...Realizing for the first time since birth that when I inhale air it is only for one being. I walked taller, more secure with the knowledge- All of one, One, ONE. There is no separation, and yet we are fully separated by our experiences and how we motion to the Gods and Goddesses: via the wind, fire, rain, ocean, air, Earth, heart with prayers, blessings, actions, stillness and reverent pauses.
1/8/11
Remember not what was done for you, but all that you have dreamed you would like to do. Heaven hasn't flown away, it is simply waiting for you to sew it to your feet. (Thanks Peter Pan- now on to the third star to the right).
1/10/11
From the mouth of MoonShine
Saturday, January 8, 2011
We Begin
Here we will share our weekly work.
-Each member will add their chosen words to share by editing that weeks post.(So each post will have all of our pieces for that week.)
-You can either add it as a comment or directly to the page.
-Add as much or as little each week. (A single word is capable of moving hearts).
-Do come up with a pen name :)
Writing help:
-Do write for the full ten minutes without lifting your pen. Even if you need to rewrite a word again and again until your thought continues.
-Do use a pen that feels great, flows easily and tries to keep up with your mind.
-Do find a notebook to keep all of these precious pieces together.
-Each member will add their chosen words to share by editing that weeks post.(So each post will have all of our pieces for that week.)
-You can either add it as a comment or directly to the page.
-Add as much or as little each week. (A single word is capable of moving hearts).
-Do come up with a pen name :)
Writing help:
-Do write for the full ten minutes without lifting your pen. Even if you need to rewrite a word again and again until your thought continues.
-Do use a pen that feels great, flows easily and tries to keep up with your mind.
-Do find a notebook to keep all of these precious pieces together.
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