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
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