Because we need this now more than ever…❤
Why all this darkness?
Why all this fear?
Why all the hateful rumours and unjustified Lies?
Why all the torment, ugliness, cruelty and loathing?
Why am I alone?
Why am I neglected?
Why am I lost in this sea of doubt and anxiety?
Why am I overwhelmed by sadness and despair?
Where is Love in All of this?
Where is Love in All this horror?
Where is Peace during war, strife, anger, resentment?
Where is Compassion in All the exploitation, disregard, and profiteering?
Love is inside Me,
Waiting to be shared.
Love is Within My own Heart,
Yearning to be freed.
Peace Rests upon My Shoulders,
Compassion Lies in the Palm of My Hand,
Pleading to be given away.
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We take so much for granted. So many things that can easily disappear. During these challenging days, I’m trying to remember to be Thankful for the seemingly little things…
For Family and Friends who Support and Love;
For Beloved Pets I’m always thinking of;
For Running water, Fresh and Clean;
For A Soft Pillow and Bed where I may Dream;
For Tranquil Sleep filled with Peace, not Fear;
For Knowing LOVE is Always Near;
For Work to do, though I may complain;
For Life that is (relatively) free from Pain;
For Abiding LOVE, though I Wander To and Fro;
For Challenges so I May Grow;
For the Hungry So I may Give,
Sharing My Blessings so Others May Live;
For Weariness So I may Rest,
For LOVE’s Presence, Where we are Blessed.
Though these days may seem dark, remember that each one of us can be a Light and the Light of a single candle pushes back the darkness.
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A fascinating and compelling examination of the physical and spiritual body, Anatomy of the Spirit gives an in depth look at the relationship between the power of positive thought and manifestations of the physical body.I found the comparisons between religions both intriguing and inspiring, as it showed how similar most philosophies truly are and how, regardless of what we choose to entitle our beliefs, we share the same foundations of hope.Although it was certainly not a quick read and I found myself re-reading most sections at least twice in order to fully understand the complexities the author relates, I was truly enriched through the experience.
If you seek a deeper understanding of the intricacies of mind, body and spirit, I highly recommend this comprehensive exploration of what makes us powerful, successful and vibrant on all levels.
Caroline Myss, Ph.D., is an internationally sought-after speaker on spirituality and personal power. She is widely recognized for her work in teaching intuitive diagnosis and is a pioneer in the field of energy medicine. She lives in Chicago.
Long the Monarch has stood
Gazing quietly upward
For the cosmos of Understanding.
Long the Monarch has waited
Watching time slowly turn
The Universe of Connection.
Long the Monarch shall remain
Beneath the expanse of Infinity
For the Valiant to Remember
How long the Monarch has stood.
Beautiful original photograph by Beth Moon
The Shape and Majesty of Luminous Night,
Sings Splendid Vision to my Questing Sight,
Ever Calling to my Longing Gaze,
In Shifting Shadow and Spectral Haze,
While Diamonds Gleam from Distance Immense,
And my Fair Imagination is Drawn Hence,
To Tumble O’er Nebulae and Comet’s Tails,
To Float in Silence as it Sails,
Throughout the Heaven’s and Into my Mind,
Conspiring with Eloquence in Vivid Kind,
To Shake and Shimmer in dark Tapestry,
Where All Life Dances in Soliloquy,
Until Time Unravels, Until Eternity Unwinds,
Rising from Shadows, Paradise To Find.
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Sweet Starlit Night
Whispers from the Heavens
Fill the Heart and Soul with Wonder
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Seraphim upon the wing
Descending and Ascending
With the Harmonious Joy they Bring
Lullaby of Delicate Night
Miracle of Angelic Light
Hearken to the Majestic Sight
While Choirs of voices Harmoniously Sing
Gathering All unto its Song
While Darkness tolls, an impending throng;
Tender Mercy Harmoniously Rings
A Sweet Beatitude.
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Beyond the barren, desperate plains,
The Weary, Calling to Heaven from earth;
Countless generations Cry in pain,
Breathlessly Awaiting a Royal Birth.
Light and Liberty, Outward Reaching,
Through all the years of Tribulation;
Prophets, Wisdom Gently Speaking,
Foretell Celestial Jubilation.
Across the skies of Darkness, Reaching
Down from Heaven on Bending Wing;
Love Imbued with Harmony, Teaching,
As Vast Choirs of Angels, Triumphantly Sing.
“Lift up your eyes with Joy, not Fear,
For Blessed Love Draws Gently Near.”
Unto those mortals, meek and lowly,
Watching o’er their flocks by night;
Heralding a Birth, Humble and Holy,
Love Shines forth in a New Star’s Light.
Amidst sheep and cattle, quietly Attending,
Laid to sleep within a manger there;
While Praises through the bleak night, Ascending,
Mark the poor and modest Gloriously Fair.
Finding the Child in Bethlehem’s stall,
Humble Shepherds Bow to an Infant King,
Where Heaven, Bending to Bless one and All,
Smiles, while Angels a Lullaby Sing.
God’s own Child sent to Lead and Heal,
God’s Love and Grace, In Flesh Made Real.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Thomas Cole and William-Adolphe Bouguereau
Star Image found at: desktopnexus.com
Upon my Brash Calamity,
With Harmonious Tranquility,
Into my thrashing notions,
Like the Scintillating Ocean.
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“Christmas is a time of year when Want is keenly felt and Abundance Rejoices”. …Charles Dickens.
I’m not sure about you or what you think about when you hear the words Abundance, but to me I tend to see the Ghost of Christmas Present, lounging upon his throne of Abundance. “Heaped upon the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, sucking-pigs, long wreaths of sausages, mince-pies, plum-puddings, barrels of oysters, red-hot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of punch, that made the chamber dim with their delicious steam. In easy state upon this couch, there sat a jolly Giant, glorious to see, who bore a glowing torch, in shape not unlike Plenty’s horn.”
OH what a sight to see, Indeed, yet as I sat in the sparkling light of my Christmas tree on Christmas Eve night, surveying the wondrous Abundance that filled my own chamber, (minus the sucking-pigs and wreaths of sausages) I could not help thinking, somewhat, like Cindy Lou Who, who questioned “Doesn’t this seem a bit superfluous?” Please don’t misunderstand, I love spending the day opening presents with family, enjoying the sweet and savoury treats of the season, sipping steaming cups of mulled holiday wine and then, at last, sitting back with a great, contented sigh. I enjoy the hustle and bustle of wrapping and baking and cooking and rushing (well, almost) and I do confess to having said on more than one occasion that Quantity Counts! (In jest of course) (nearly), but how much quantity is enough?
How much is Abundance?
To some this word brings thoughts of expensive jewelry, racy sports cars, (one for each day of the week!), brand name clothing, fine perfumes, Dom Perignon, (Or if you are me, Veuve Clicquot), trips to Italy, Hawaii, or the Caribbean, Belgian chocolates, or anything else you fancy that you, ordinarily, cannot afford. Yet, the kings of old had all these things, (well, in one form or another), Rome was filled to bursting with Abundance and Jerusalem was rich with The Temple of David; still, the Herald of the Heavens, the Glory of the Lord, a vast Multitude of Angels sang in resplendent joy of the Birth of the Saviour not to the Kings, High Priests, Governors, and wealthiest of men, but to those few, poor shepherds who lived in the fields with their sheep.
This small cluster of followers had little Abundance, in the worldly view; they had only what they needed to survive each day: food, clothing, a tent to cover their heads, perhaps, and maybe a musical instrument carved from wood, which they might use to serenade the quiet evenings in humble praise. Nevertheless, what they lacked in material wealth, they made up for in spiritual Abundance. They were rich in their love and kinship; they were wealthy in their appreciation of simple pleasures, of goats milk, perhaps, and wild honey; they were prosperous in sharing their faith and traditions. They were Abundant in all those things that, we too, value above all else: Hope, Faith, Joy and Love.
So whether The Ghost of Christmas Present poured out the light of his shimmering torch upon you and yours this holiday, or whether you celebrated in quiet, homespun holiday tradition, without all the froof, jing-tinglers, and hulabaloo, Perchance, this simple notion might settle softly amoung the gifts under your tree, as it did mine this year: That All the Abundance in the World cannot Shine more Brightly, Please more Completely, or Linger as Enduringly as the Gift the Herald of Heaven brought that quiet night so long ago.
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Heavenly Herald found at: blogs.nd.edu
Crystalline Bell of Delicate Chime,
Measure of Treasure
Tolling in Rhyme;
Sing, Spirit, your Exquisite Song
Of Quietude and Solitude
Where I long to Belong.
Crystalline Bell of Subtle Refrain,
Again and Again!
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A Thankful Heart is Open to Blessings
because it is closed to worry, doubt, and wailing.
A Thankful Heart is Filled with Love
because it empties itself of loathing, greed, and envy.
A Thankful Heart is Overflowing with Peace
because it does not Share itself with lies, distrust, and negativity.
A Thankful Heart Touches Others with its Blessings and Love
because it is Ever in the Presence of Love and Blessing.
A Thankful Heart Speaks in Kindness, Patience and Empowerment
because it does not Speak of hate, intolerance or to incapacitate.
A Thankful Heart Chooses its Path Each Day with Diligence and Joy
because it does not Concentrate on what it cannot do.
A Thankful Heart Walks in Hope, Love, Peace and Joy
because it Knows nothing else.
A Thankful Heart Shares its Purpose
because it is Incapable of Withholding All that Pours from its Abundant Profusion.
Embark upon Each New Day with a Thankful Heart
and You will Find Endless Blessings for which to be Thankful.
You are a Blessing for which I am very thankful. Happy Thanksgiving everyone. ❣
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As the seasons shifted , the fey of the light gathered together for a celebration of color and brightness. They dressed in glittering, bejeweled costumes; decorated their homes with sparkling lanterns, filled their porches and gardens with fresh fruit, crisp garden vegetables, sweet baked treats and sugary indulgences for any passerby to enjoy, and played a multitude of musical instruments in a discordant symphony of jubilant sound.
Parading along the avenues from home to home in dancing, fluttering, gleeful revelry, fey of all ages delighted in the company of their friends and family while eating and drinking the sweet temptations of the season, and at the end of the evening’s festivities, all fey, young and old, joined together to venerate the passing of the Season of Light.
They gathered in the Clearing of the Stars, where the forest canopy contracted and one could gaze up, out of the forest, into the glittering night sky enchanted by the glowing moon and the sparkling stars overhead. Together, they began the incantation of the changing seasons led by their village Celebrant, their voices subdued and solemn after a full day of laughing and singing. They paced through the intricate dance which marked the ending of the growing and gathering seasons and the beginning of the season of cold darkness with austerity. Bowing, pausing, stepping, clapping, pausing, clasping hands, passing, turning, pausing, releasing, taking to wing, alighting and repeating until the midnight horns rang through the clear, cold night air. The sharp tones signaled more than just the ending of the day; they heralded a somberness that descended upon the village as silently as the first winter snow.
No longer would the days be warm and bright; they would be cold and bleak. No longer would the shushing of emeraldine leaves and the luscious scent of flowers fill the air; there would be only the creaking and groaning of barren branches in the icy gales of winter. No longer would the songs of thrush and cicada ring through the canopy overhead; there would only be silence and the scrunching of snow underfoot.
*** It is the time of year when the Fey of the Light celebrate and Honour the Sweet Joy of Harmony, Family and Friendship, I wanted to share this excerpt from Dark Fey The Reviled.****
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FIND The Reviled here:
Dark Fey The Reviled on Amazon/Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/Reviled-Dark-Fey-Book-ebook/dp/B00RZMVNQQ
Dark Fey The Reviled on Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Fey-Reviled- Cynthia-Morgan/dp/1505413230
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