From the Heart
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To let go of what doesn’t serve me,
will one day set me free.
No longer fearful, I’ll take flight,
without those cares, just me.
I’ll settle where my fancy takes,
and stay a little while.
I’ll dance around joyous folk,
those that help me smile.
Again I’ll head along my path,
absent of guilt or pain.
In the universe I’ll travel far,
until I return again.
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When I think about my purpose,
my purpose here is you.
I travelled here to keep you safe,
in what you have to do.
I was born to be along side you,
protect you on the way.
With open heart, to stand by you
in all you do and say.
My purpose here, tied up with love
so very deep and true.
It hurts so much inside of me,
if I ever see you blue
Souls who travelled together,
we came here with a task.
We’ve been together many times
wearing mortal masks.
So my love, my precious one,
live a life that’s full.
I’ve got your back, I’m on your side,
and always here for you.
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A ruby coloured crystal goblet of goodness in a glass.
To perk me up, restore my health by acting very fast.
A beetroot, fresh and bleeding, ginger and carrots too.
Two apples, ice and turmeric, that’s how I made you.
I know that you will do the trick so I’ll be back on track.
Health restored and bouncy, I won’t need to see the quack!
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I wrote this for fun after making myself a detox, cleansing juice of organic vegetables . I’ve had a couple of days of feeling a little rough, which might be a result of not looking after myself so well at the weekend. I’m trying to stick to this vegan diet but still feel I’m pulled down very quickly with various ailments, that I might have fared better with as a vegetarian. I’m keeping at it though, not being one to give in!
So here I am, I’m back on track and back to my blog and life with beetroot stained fingers!
I’m exceptionallly minuscule in a universe so vast
Tiny bit of nothingness in a world that’s moving fast
I’m irrelevant to many, most have not heard of me
Miniature but an intrinsic piece of the puzzle you see.
What is the Heart?
A flower opening…
Rumi
A white flower grows in the quietness. Let your tongue become that flower.
~ Rumi
I’m having the weirdest dreams and I’m finding them exhausting. I’m waking up like I’ve done a days work and I’m getting to the point that I’m dreading going to bed.
The night before last I was caring for a baby all night, it was a fitful sleep with me waking hourly, but each time I went back to sleep the baby was still there for me to look after. I felt I was sharing the bed and wanted to make sure the baby had enough room. He was tucked in the snug of my arm, well in my dream because of course the baby wasn’t really there. I felt such responsibility towards this little child, it’s crazy!
Last night my dreams were taken up with an older lady who was obviously confused as she said she was my mum. She wasn’t my mum, but she wasn’t taking any notice of this fact. It got so confusing I wondered if she was in fact my mum in disguise, however they were of a totally different race, mum white and blond, this lady dark with strong features and hair as black as coal. Anyway she wouldn’t go away, she told me she died in June and I should know this already, she kept talking about dates I should know too which were the 11th and 23rd June. Of course, I know my mum died in October and was very aware of this in my sleep, telling the woman she was wrong and I wasn’t her daughter. I suppose the dream could have been about separation and loss as I have been thinking a lot about mum lately, but she usually looks exactly like mum in my dreams.
These are just examples from the last couple of nights but it’s been happening for a while and it’s getting crazier and crazier. I know my maternal grandmother had visitors at night, people standing at the end of the bed who she told to go away. She would wave her arms and shout at them, she didn’t know them and didn’t want them around but they kept coming back. At the end of her life she started to recognise the visitors, her parents, siblings and husband.
I don’t want to consider my dreams are anything like my Nan’s as these visions happen when I’m asleep. I do believe in spirit and know my family are around me, but these dreams are different. I’m so tired and achy today, I’m going to try a different bed tonight and see if it makes any difference.
I just thought this blogging community might help me work out these dreams and put them to bed! Do any of you have such weird dreams? If so what have you done about it as I really just want a good nights sleep?
Deep healing purple
Splash of hope and purity
Make a perfect mix.
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Sending healing where it’s needed in the world 💜
She liked the rain, it washed away the dust and grime of her life and freshened her surroundings. She sat for a while and listened to the gentle patter on the window, watching the long streams of water as they trickled slowly down on to the rotting sill.
It had been a long time since it had rained here and it brought about a new and interesting mustiness to the air. This was the change she had been waiting for, this gave her something to think about and broke the monotony of a Sunday, the longest of days.
The garbage would have a better scent she thought to herself, it was a long time since it had been collected and the stench of fish guts and babies nappies trailed through the walkways like a cancer. Tomorrow the air would be cleaner, the concrete washed of muck and the flower pots washed down and flowers fed.
A crack of thunder lit the horizon and the lights went out. She sat watching the shadows of the trees in the distance bending, as beaten by the relentless and torrential storm. Behind her door she heard the unmistakable crash of gates closing and further in the distance cries from the murky shadows. She watched through her prison window and thought about the fresh dawn of tomorrow.
A flower will alway brighten my mood, even dying flowers as they hold onto some of their beauty. I like nothing more than being out in nature, in a meadow, by the sea or in the countryside. I love to look at nature, particularly flowers as they talk to me and remind me that nature has it right.
It’s cloudy and grey here today in southern England, it does not call me out. But that is okay because it gives me opportunity to catch up on things, like reading lovely blogs from you lot.
Happy Friday!
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