From the Heart
You really made me jump,
I did not know,
that you might return
after having to go.
But there you were
at the end of the bed,
I thought it strange,
maybe in my head.
Oh how I wish now,
I hadn’t screamed out loud,
my head was foggy,
just a mass of cloud.
I’m sorry you went,
believing I didn’t care,
I really need you near me
again, just over there.
So now I’m prepared,
I sleep with in dimmed light,
hoping and praying,
you’ll return one night.
Angels visit us every day in disguise as friends, family and those that might just cross our paths. Shine brightly and open yourself up to the magic of angels.
~ Liza
You can’t buy style, you have it or you don’t, it’s natural and intuitive. Style is an idea brought to life, it’s creative and artistic and it takes a very good eye and great flair to have real style.
My mum had great style, it was innate. She should have been a fashion designer, artist or some such thing, but she wasn’t she was a single mother working in accounts, bringing up two small children because her husband walked out on her.
I remember as a child wanting my mum to wear the twin sets all my friends mum’s wore, but she didn’t ever look like anyone else, she refused to. I used to believe designers followed her around with pads, drawing what she was wearing, as it usually came out the following year and she would chuck whatever it was into the spare room never to be worn again.
Mum loved lace, antique clothes and jewellery from Covent Garden Market, long dresses and skirts. She had hundreds of belts, usually wide, that adorned her tiny waist and more jewellery than you could ever imagine. Mum loved a statement necklace and I still have many of them. Funny I usually wear something of mums every day, a necklace, a scarf, jacket, she was far more fashionable than me.
Style is individual, intrinsic, spontaneous and I hope hereditary!
On occasion I feel very small, of little consequence,
see myself as minuscule and maybe just pretence.
Now and then gigantic, my spirit soars right out,
energised with belief you see, oh how I soar about.
Sometimes I look back into my eyes, wonder who I am,
with vacant gaze and little depth, I’m probably a sham.
Occasionally my eyes look back, talk to me somehow,
I dive in deep to find myself, as at times they will allow.
I’ve really only myself to blame, wary of moving on,
of reaching a place of clarity, where I should belong.
I must choose my pathway, keep myself on track,
being in the moment, focused and not looking back.
Life presents us with obstacles which at times can appear insurmountable. The barriers we encounter might slow us down but they teach us and allow us to grow in the right direction.
~ Liza
Love is really just a prayer, for all that we hold dear.
Love transcends the universe, it’s really very clear.
Love is a message gently shared, of feelings we hold.
Love is kind and gentle, then sometimes very bold.
Love is really just a thought, our putting wishes out.
For those that that touch our hearts, to never go without.
Love is a tender mantra, we utter as we breath.
When unconditional love is strong, it’s really all we need.
When we sit in silence and put away the ego, we see through all self images and understand our own ingrained thought patterns. From here we can connect with our true being and realise our potential.
Silence is a gift that in as much as it is free and available to every single one of us, it is often beyond our grasp. Life takes over and we don’t find those minutes we need to just sit with ourselves.
Absolute silence is probably impossible in our busy lives with constant noise around us. Even deep in the forest there will be the sounds of leaves falling, twigs snapping, rivers trickling and the wind gently blowing.
We can still attempt to find the silence within by just switching off outside influences, shutting down and going within to find a naturally peaceful state of being. Rest is this sensation and enjoy our own natural state of consciousness.
It took me a long time to discover the joy of silence. The point of silence for me is to reach a place of self reflection and understanding, find clarity and my own natural intuitive wisdom.
Silence is where I find myself,
where the true authentic self lives.
A restful place of peace and love,
it is there my true heart gives.
Gives way to the spirit I truly am,
connects the observing one.
In silence I go to make sense of myself,
mend scars I’ve left undone.
I go deeply into just being,
where fears and complexities lie.
Find harmony in a natural state,
transform like a butterfly.
I’ve been out of sorts the last week or so, weird dreams that I’ve shared here, fluctuating moods and bad feet. Luckily my neighbor and friend is a homeopath and knows me well. He has treated me over the years and strangely usually gets me right. I say strange because before I met him I thought homeopathy was a load of rubbish. How he has proved me wrong over the years is just amazing.
Last week he gave me amythst for three days and I was so much lighter, fun and put my worries to the back of my mind. That was not the end, he thought about me, my life experiences and thought he may have another deeper remedy. He asked how I felt about butterflies. How strange it was five minutes after I had written a poem about butterflies and he doesn’t even follow my blog!
I’ve been a little infactuated with these little creatures lately, it’s all to do with my preoccupation with death and transitions. Apparently this remedy sits well with me, loss of mother, abandoned in childhood (father), feelings of loss and abandonment, self doubt, feet etc.
It arrived yesterday and I swallowed it without a seconds thought. Nothing much happened and I thought maybe it wasn’t the right remedy. That’s okay because if it’s not right, it won’t hurt.
Last night I went to bed and dreamt of my mum, she was alive, warm and beautiful. We hugged and I cried, I’m crying now as I write this but that’s good because they are happy tears.
I think he was right, the remedy was deep.
Allow your colours to glow gently, show your depth and attract those to you that blend with your own energy.
~ Liza
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