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Tuesday 12 March 2013

Lunch Break and Time Machines














did you press play?
another of his songs
first take
all him
what would we do if we had a time machine
really?
what would we change
Last week I took him for lunch
to my favorite little pub
tucked away down by the river
beside the train tracks 
it used to be a bank...way back when
1811 to be exact 
in the '70s it was turned into a pub
loads of character
big windows looking out over the river
history on every wall 
a girlfriend texted while I was there
I told here where I was...
"you're where?
with Nate?"
yes he is 19...

As a mom
I can look back and indulge
in thoughts of time machines
and 
if I knew then what I knew now
but
if I am honest
heart bearing honest
I did my best
with what I had
when it was
never perfect
but always present 
and all I have left
is a crazy love
that is never wavered
even when he is 19 year old selfish
or inconsiderate
even when he makes choices
that makes my eyebrow raise
even when....     
this love just can't be killed
and moments like this day
are better than any riches the world has
"mom...whats with the braids?"   
"mom...what's with the camera?"
"can you send me the pictures?"
mom
The roads he and I have traveled
and it's not over yet
just different...
crazy love
unconditonal
never to be done
time machine?
no
not for me
I am good where we have gone
I am even better with
where we are going...
"mom...this is awesome
its my new favorite pub!"
"I knew you would like it" 

time machine anyone?
love and light 

   

Monday 11 March 2013

Mondays Offering...why I do the work that I do













“An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an African tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run, they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats. When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said, ‘UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?’ (‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: ‘I am because we are.)” (Credit: +Sara Del Valle)

This story is why I do the work I do

Those faces are why I do the work that I do

Those homes are why I do the work that I do

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I do it all because I live with the belief  

that we are all connected

that we call come from one Source

Created by one Spirit

Each of us equal

Each of us mattering

Each of us knowing

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In one week I leave

to go back to my other home

I am ready to be used as an instrument of Love

and I take you with me

Your gifts of money and love

will be carried down and felt and appreciated...

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As I continue my preparations to leave

I hope to find time to come by and see you

but if I do not

know that I could not be doing this

without you, your love, your support

Thank you my lovelies of love and light
your love is a precious gift
I leave you toda
with an offering of prayer
 

Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi

Great Spirit, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury,pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.


O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
So it is
All my relations
Amen
 Love and Light

 

Friday 8 March 2013

Finding Home...


























On Wednesday I woke with anxiety sitting on my chest
deep panicking anxiety 
As I walk through the unsual suspects
that bring me here
I decided to transcend them all 
I decided to not
"try to make sense of it"
I decided  that instead
I needed to medicate it
tend to it
love on it
give to it.
So
after I permed my moms hair that morning
I grabbed the dog, my camera,
got into the truck
and drove to wher
I was being called.
I am blessed to live in a area that offers
Mother Earths finest wears.
Ocean
Forest
Lakes
Feilds
River
Creeks
Meadows
and 
Mountains
Today it was them that called
The Mountains behind my home...    
I needed the cold mountain air
to caress my skin
I needed to fill my lungs with  
the medicine it gives.
I needed to feast my eyes
on the majesting of the snow capped giants
I needed to be away from the human noise
and be enveloped in Natures Love.
We are still in the dull of winter
though the signs of Spring
can be found
Ducks and Snow Geese
are getting ready
to nest and bring new life.
Hawks fly close to the wet lands
looking for their daily bread.
Seagulls and Red Winged Black birds
search for a place to nest.
The great water shivers
as mountain winds caress
snow can still be found
high on the alpine line
great trees stand by the thousands
housing bear, deer and wolf
All of the beauty
which remains with or without me
Yet it gives to me
feeds me
medicates me
stills my troubles mind
expels the anxiety
that clung to me for dear life
This place is my Healing Balm
the place in which I touch God
and God touches me
I offered my gift
from my own medicine pouch
and in return
was given back a stone
to remember this healing
to remember the abundance that is
And the joy of my eager companion
makes me laugh out loud
guides me back to center
brings me back to Home
A couple hours of direct treatment
and I was brought back to holy health
Grateful am I
for the Abundance that is
Grateful am I 
for the Love that is
Grateful I am
for Good Medicine received
   Grateful I am
 to be back Home
once again 

may you find yourself Home this weekend
my lovelies

Love and Light

(ps just over a week to go for my big trip 
have you seen the total??? We are surpassing my intention!!
Thank you Thank you Thank you
I could not do this with out you!)