It is usually only after each storm in our lives can we understand its purpose. As each rainfall batters the flowers, so it also nourishes the soil they grow from.
~ Liza

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From the Heart
It is usually only after each storm in our lives can we understand its purpose. As each rainfall batters the flowers, so it also nourishes the soil they grow from.
~ Liza

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One day we walk out of this life without anything, no possessions, no wealth and no good looks. We might wear an outfit, wear a special pendant, hold letters or photos but those things will remain here with our bodies, they will be of no use in the hereafter. The soul that leaves this life does so without anything to accompany it on its journey.
Look around now and consider how valuable those possessions are, the house, the car, the job. I don’t know where we go after this life, but do know we arrive there with nothing. We can’t buy our way in, can’t flash a gold card, call on our friends or do that secret handshake. It will just be the true essence of self because the body and those things we clutched onto in the coffin will have disappeared.
When I die I want to be able say I did my best, I forgot myself initially I but spent a long time trying to find myself. I want to think I will have been kind enough, loving enough, honest and trustworthy enough but I suppose in the end that depends on now, what I do with the time I have left.
I’m surrounded by possessions, memories most of them. I find it really hard to let go of things. Some stored away safely, no good to anyone, boxed or in the loft. I’m aware that the things I stash might be of good use to those in need, I really must let go of what I’m not using.
When we rid ourselves of our attachments, those things that hold us in one place, to a certain way of life we grow, that’s we find ourselves amongst the clutter.
You might have guessed I’m preparing myself for a big sort out!
We exist at the same time, in the same place in the universe. We have the same needs, breathe the same air and share the same dreams and yet think of ourselves as separate. Maybe it is only when we leave that we realise how connected we are, in life or death, we are all part of the same.
~ Liza
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The greatest gift we can leave is truth, to help those we leave behind, teach them through the lessons we ourselves learnt.
~ Liza

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An extra nature lesson today at the request of a blogging friend 🙂
Cut flowers continue to live in our homes, they continue to open, turn towards the light, drink water, smell and metabolise. My flowers last longer when I talk to them and stroke their petals, weird maybe but fascinating all the same. There is probably a perfectly logical scientific explanation for this, but I like to think it’s a reminder that life goes on.
~ Liza



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Remember those that have left before us, not with sadness and misery but with joy and celebration. Isn’t that what they would have wanted, is that not what we want for our own children when our time comes for us to make that final journey. If we want to be remembered in happiness, we should practice it while we live, let our children know now, that happiness is okay, let it be our epitaph.
~ Liza


I enter my mystical garden,
when I have enough of life.
Life might get on top of me,
or there is too much strife.
I tread the golden pathway,
to see what it has in store.
I get messages from nature there,
I hope there’s many more.
It’s the garden of awakening,
I leave any doubts at home.
This is a time for contemplation,
I always go there alone.
I’m never alone when I enter,
as the garden comes alive.
It teaches me simplicity,
answers my where’s and why’s.
I’ll tell you how to get there,
if you feel you want to go.
It’s a garden of development,
a place where all souls grows.
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I’m feeding the neighbours cat,
a job I really don’t mind.
But when I went to feed him,
I had hunger on my mind.
A sweet mince pie waved at me,
from far across the room.
My dinner wasn’t ready by then,
it wouldn’t be served up soon.
So I just picked it up and ate it,
the cat looked on in awe.
It was really quite delicious,
I’d better not have any more.
Now how can I explain this,
could be a disappearing pie.
Maybe it was Santa flying in,
while he was passing by.
Or another mystical creature,
one with a very sweet tooth.
I just can’t admit to eating it,
that would be so uncouth.
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A confessional response to the Daily Prompt – Mystical
Does the flower open itself up to the universe, or is each flowers opening a communication from the universe. Think about what the opening flower is sending out into the world, wonderful colours, aroma and a vision to behold. As we open up ourselves, at whatever point we are, we act as a channel for universal love. Each opening is a gateway and opportunity for giving and receiving.
~ Liza

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The tree stands firm with its roots securely attached to the earth. It reaches up with all its branches to the stars, even those branches that bend gently towards the earth, started their journey facing the sky. Blossoms fly from branches painting the world, fruits provide goodness and leaves fall like love and kindness to nourish the earth. The tree throughout its life, continues to reach for the stars. The pattern of the bark and circles within the trunk surly tell us something, but for now I think we should just spread ourselves widely and reach for the stars.
~ Liza

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