Blessings

The Strait of Georgia encompassed me as I stood at the top of the freshly rain laden mound.  I took in a long breath in awe of it’s enormity.   As I walked further down, the water became closer and more expansive.    I felt like a mere speck in the universe only having experienced this once before in Oahu as night fell and the sun set for the day.  In Hawaii when the water embraced the sun, when the union of the world below merged with the world above my heart skipped a beat and with it my feet tingled.  It was in that moment I knew there was something larger than me at the end of this game, we call life.  There is a power greater than myself that has given me so many blessings.  How selfish humans are in so many ways, we do not appreciate nature as much as we should. There is an innocence and peacefulness in these waves I view in the distance, that beckons me to continue walking.  My mind and body are calm and at ease.  The wind gently pulls at my hair that was in a ponytail, now flowing freely around my face.  I hear the comforting sound of birds and see several boats sailing in the deep jade coloured waters as the night began closing in.  The mist below my feet starts to rise and with it my visibility becomes reduced..  One can describe a certain balance that I sense is entering my consciousness or is it just what one’s natural state is meant to be?  Are we so convoluted with technology and worries that we fail to arrive home very often?  To me, this was worth a lifetime and yet seems a lifetime ago.

The Encounter with the Crone

It was the encounter with the crone
in which she told me “dear child when you cry
God cries with you.”
I wiped away my tears and wanted to yell at her
I am not a child ! I wanted her to see I am a grown woman.
but in her world I am merely a babe.
 
“I know of your sadness and those who have brought you to this place.”
She began with:
“He who sits on the throne or ivory perch
fuming and steaming in envy
and judges others for what they have
Would be better served to make that dream their own.
Jealousy and envy are bitter emotions
Vile words spill out about others who have achieved success honestly and legitimately
they flounder through life as many things and promise many things
A vermin like existence but then again a worm has a purpose, have they not?
She shook her head and lowered it to look down at the rocks below.
There is no love to be found in a darkened soul
All that bitterness will never lead to any good other than
solitude
They masquerade as the kind of heart
but rarely do they do for another
Its shady deals and scams to keep the blackened pot all shiny and gold
plated. Chasing the money, pretending they are wealthy only to lure another victim.
Abusing others is a game.”
“Ah such is the life of a snake oil salesman!”  she sighed in disgust
“Charlatans of money are charlatans of heart!
stealing love and weakening the good ones that remain.”
“Their mirror and their hearts serve to tell them who they are everyday
yet they remain in a state of lies and jealous rages.
time ravages ones soul
as the heart gets darker the distance between want and need merge into
a torturous loneliness
many a warrior could survive
but the ones who want all
are ill equipped to make it alone
for they have never loved themselves or anyone else enough
to brave the storm.”
“Those who wish to partake in the sport of causing misery to others
shall find that this misery rears its ugly head
Karma, my child! You have no need to fear it …
I was not sent to judge but merely advise.”
“There is a glow around you that shall protect you if you only choose it.
Don’t waste your life like mine
Radiate your light, it is strong enough
You are of knowledge and truth and both shall always set you free~
You will get hurt, you will feel real pain that is the way we are made.”
and with the mid summer breeze.. the crone was gone…
 

Is Your Butterfly Awake?

Many of us have become accustomed to performing certain duties and taking on specific roles in our lives.  We do what is expected, what is required, what one must do to complete tasks.  We sometimes do things or don’t do things because we are seeking someone’s approval or to avoid criticism.  Maybe we do things to keep the peace and avoid conflict.

At midnight I found myself listening to music and thinking about the colourful butterflies I saw this weekend camping.  I have always been one that was fascinated with butterflies at a very young age.  Back then there colours and vitality would captivate me for hours.  They flutter about in such a magical fashion, they are free to fly wherever they wish, they are not bound by social norms or societal expectations.  A large black butterfly with yellow trim appeared to follow me for most of the weekend.  It landed on my shoulder a few times before it finally flew off into the woods.

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A butterfly represents a free spirit, when was the last time your let your butterfly out?  Is your butterfly awake?  I danced like nobody was watching to my music under the stars and the moonlight….  thank you butterfly for reminding me to be just me.

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