Journal: Prayer

Oh, Great God and Goddess

Bless those that come to You for comfort and love.

Hold them in your compassionate heart, soothe their tears of loss and fear.

Great God and Goddess,

Hear the pleas of the brokenhearted, the cries of those who have no one else to hear them.

Bless the ones who can no longer care for themselves, and those that care for them.

Bless the needy, the lonely, the hungry and cold, and keep them warm on the dark nights of the soul.

Great God and Goddess,

Bless me as well. Let me be your tool, let me be the outreach of your touch.

Grant me the compassion to help those whom I serve, and grant me the heart to find the humanity in all.

Great God and Goddess, bless us all as we walk this path. Hold us well in your hands, and deep in your heart.

Journal: On Love

 

Each time anyone comes into contact with us,
they must become different and better people
because of having met us.
We must radiate God’s love.
We must know that we have been created for greater things,
not just to be a number in the world,
not just to go for diplomas and degrees,
this work and that work.
We have been created in order to love and to be loved.
Love does not measure. . . it just gives.
Mother Teresa
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This is a beautiful quote. It says so much about what to strive for as we bump along our journey. So many people strive for success, be it financial or other, when in reality, all we need to do is just love. Plain and simple. Spirit is composed of energy and energy is supported by love. Whether you believe in God, Goddess, Higher Power…whatever name for it. That energy and pure spirit is just love and a piece of it resides in each of us.
If something isn’t working…if the love just isn’t happening and it is causing great sorrow or pain, then move away from it because it is counterproductive to what you need to do. You should not live thru great sadness or suffering just because you think that the pain brings you to greater insight. It doesn’t. We are not meant to feel emotional pain all the time. We are meant to revel in the joy and love that is given to us in such abundance. We do not need to self-flaggellate in order to find God or to find spiritual strength and being. We do not need to stay in a place that hurts us or others because of the what if or the maybe….Life is to be lived and life is to love. That’s it. This is not to say that we walk away from others that need us because we are unhappy and put ourselves first. But that we open our hearts and allow love—shiney and clear and bright as the sun–to flow. It is there. Remember that when you speak a heated word, or withhold a kind one. You need to be one with the energy that is within us all and that energy is first and foremost love. Its the kind word, the unsolicited compliment, the willingness to learn and grow, the ability to see beyond the physical into the realm of what makes each and every one of us unique yet completely the same. Find within you the understanding that we are all bouncing along the same frequency, it’s a matter of tuning in to see the similarities in each other. We all want to find happiness. We all want to cherish and be cherished. We all desire the closeness and companionship found in a great friendship or a great romance. Don’t deny it to yourself or others. Live and love in the moment. That stranger that you smile at might just become your best friend. That person on the corner holding the will work for food sign might be your father or brother. That person who is crying at night when no one is looking might be you someday. Love yourself, love your neighbor. Love your life. THat is the simple prescription. Be kind to things smaller than yourself. Don’t be afraid to let go of pain, because it is simply not part of the equation.

Poem: Thou shalt not ask ‘why’

And I raise my eyes to the moon, with tears blurring my vision.

I ask Her why, what’s the reason what’ s my mission?

My toes going numb with the frost on the ground

My arms spread out wide as I circle around

When I fall to the earth, my energy spent at last

I ask Her again with one final gasp

Where did I come from and where shall I be

What will be left when there’s nothing of me?

(poetry as yet untitled)Dedicated to…

We lay on the beach,
You and I.
Lord and Lady.
God and Goddess.
Man and Woman.
Sacred star beneath us
sacred circle around us.
Waves, lapping gently as
the moon shone benevolently
upon our salty skin.
Magic sang in our blood;
our bodies
met and joined
in the sacred dance
the Great Rite.
And as the waves grew and crashed
thus did our magic,
until the stars fell
one
by
one..
upon our circle
from my eyes.
We lay sated
in the sand,
breathing as one
and welcoming the dawn
of Us.

Journal: Dream, message

This morning I woke up with words running thru my head. The tail end of my dream involved me reading a poem out loud. What I heard was the end of that poem, but even though I was reading it, it wasn’t totally my voice.

What remains is:

To live we must be forgiving

and giving is for us to give,

and the reason for living is loving

and the reason for love is to live.

Pretty cool.

Creation: my idea

At first it was nothing, a large void of emptiness. A void so large and so empty that there was no consciousness, just a growing unrest.
Suddenly a spark in the nothingness came into being and ignited…that ignition led to a burst of consciousness.
With wide eyes, the Spark looked around at the vast empty cosmos. “I,” thought the Spark. “I…AM”
and with such great words, the Spark grew into Flame.
Flame breathed and looked around at the vast emptiness. “I AM,” Flame thought, feeling suddenly lonely.
With that thought, Flame separated, and became Twin Flames.
“We Are,” Twin Flames thought, intertwining themselves.
Still lonely, Twin Flames imagined More.
And with that thought, the void expanded, collapsed, and expanded again, only this time there was a multitude in the void. Planets, stars, suns moons…universes.
Twin Flames sighed, and with that breath life was born.
Upon this world, this Earth, the first plants unfolded their leaves, the first baby animals stood on wobbly legs. Water flowed down heretofore bare rocks, tides ebbed and flowed.
Twin Flames sighed again, a sigh of both moments and eons, and Man climbed from the dust.
Man looked around, stunned. “I am,” he thought. “lonely.”
Twin Flames, recognizing this emotion, breathed again and Woman appeared next to man.
Another Divine Breath and suddenly the Earth was populated with People.
Twin Flames smiled.
The journey had begun.

Walking in the shadow

waking up this morning
slow and easy
floating on the last sensation of my
latest dreams
I remember walking on the beach
The sound of the surf and
the ocean breeze as it brushed my hair lightly across my shoulders.
My eyes remained closed,
not willing to let go this last glimpse and fragment.
My heart sped up as I realized this dream–
this last fleeting moment–
was slipping away from me as quickly as
the grains of sand under the ocean’s tide.
My time with you as well,
I realized,
is entering its final, hourglass ride.

What grows in your garden?

When I came home from work last night, it was dark outside and the air was just dripping with humidity. I looked at my garden as I walked toward the door, as I always do. I paused to inhale the sweet scent of lavender, the peppery scent of the bee balm, and the lemon-pepper of citronella. Ahh…so refreshing after the intense smells of the hospital.
I stood for a moment out by my little garden and took inventory. The foxglove are near done blooming but I am letting them go to seed in order to spread. The datura are sprouting nicely, even tho I got them in late. Hostas are stretching their purple blooms to the sky. Daisies are sleeping peacfully. On the other side, the spiderwort’s purple blooms lay closed for the night, the bleeding heart was spreading gracefully, and a few rogue sprigs of mint poked thru.
I sighed happily. I think I am happiest looking at my garden. Looking at the earth’s blessings, the Mother’s blessings. An investment in a plant or flower is a worthwhile investment because it beautifies the world, and it feeds the earth.
Later, I started wondering what else grows in a garden?
If Mother is in us, then we are Earth as well…what do we cultivate in our own personal gardens?
The blooms that we nurture…love, friendship, peace…we need to care for those. We must be watchful for the weeds as well, and pay attention to balance between the blossoms and the weeds.
I cultivate my garden carefully, both my outside garden and my inner garden. I watch and examine as sprouts take hold, nurture them and lavish them with love and sunlight. The weeds as well, are watched and cared for. I examine them closely, try to find the beauty in them, until they no longer become weeds but are a productive part of a loving garden.
Translated internally, this means that its important to examine all the blooms in your garden. The bright and the dark, the flowers and the weeds. Remember that a weed to one person is a lovely flower to another. Look at your blooms, water them and watch them grow. Give thanks for them. But look to your weeds too. What can you do to make them beautiful blooms as well?
The weeds of anger, of hate, of spite…what can you do to turn them into beautiful blooms. You can pull them, you can discard them but they will only sneak back again. Instead, why not turn your bloom of anger into something beautiful? Take your anger and channel it into something productive. Work for change. Learn that hate isn’t the answer. Use your weeds to promote the more lovely parts of your garden, until the weeds themselves become flowers as well.
Happy gardening!

The heat of promise

I sat outside tonight, long after the sun was abed.
Air humid and heavy
Pregnant with the promise of rain.
Mother Moon far above my head, growing fat in her fecundicy.
The pavement still warm from Father Sun’s bright, daytime glare.
Somewhere in the dark, teenagers played.
Giddy girl laughter,
the hesitant response of the boys.
I smiled in the darkness, remembering.
Summer nights like these,
they boil the blood, raise the pulse.
Yes, I remember my own wildness.
Moving from maiden to mother,
and heading on the slope towards crone now;
I am still stirred by the summer moonlight
the magic of the night
that carries in it always
the heat of promise.

Like a Flower in the Mud

So tonight I get home from work and I notice that not only is moon full and dark orange, my flowers have started to emerge from the cold earth. I have not cleaned all the dead leaves out of the garden yet because I like to use them to keep the bulbs protected until the frost is over for good. So I have a bunch of bulbs coming up and I noticed one in particular. It is growing tall and green, and I can just see the tip where the flower will emerge. And I saw that this particular flower had pushed up from the ground and right thru a couple of the leaves, effectively spearing them on its journey to awakening. Not letting the mud and the dead brown leaves stop its travel to the light and the warmth.
And I thought, hey, that’s how I feel.