Author: lizaaitken

Mother, daughter, sister, cat owner/slave. Thoughtful about life and trying to make it worthwhile.

Life Lessons 2

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Everything that happens is a life lesson, the car that won’t start before an important meeting, the lost key on a cold day or the sopping wet washing in the mud from a broken washing line. Not all of our lessons are huge, some go unnoticed and get repeated but everything that happens to us, good or not so good, however small and seemingly insignificant is an opportunity for us to learn. Embrace everything that happens to you in life, don’t get upset when something goes wrong, accept it, laugh about it and know you have another lesson under your belt. Life is the teacher and our purpose is to learn all that we have forgotten.

~ Liza

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Crossing Over

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I’m standing on the crossing,

staring out into the night.

Silence wrapped around me,

with not a soul in sight.

I’m waiting for the passage,

the ride to some place else.

I’m not taking any luggage,

and I’m going by myself.

But then I hear you’re calling,

wailing out my name.

I know for you my darling,

life won’t be the same.

I want to run and hold you,

to do what mothers will.

I can’t leave now I’m here,

everything stands still.

I said I would be leaving,

knew the time would come.

Please remember all our years,

the times so full of fun.

I’m so proud I am your mother,

that we had this time.

I wouldn’t say it often,

but I’d use the word sublime.

Now I’m crossing over,

you won’t come for years.

I know my passing will be painful, 

With many, many tears.

But please just wait a moment,

while I say goodbye.

I know I ask an awful lot of you,

but please my darling try.

As while I stand here waiting,

for the train to come.

I’m holding on to moments,

that I am still your mum.

Daily Prompt – Crossing

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Dreaming Lately?

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It started in meditation, I saw a candle, a large red candle, and looked into the melted wax. I fell in and flew out of the wax as a giant bird and travelled the universe faster than any bird could fly.

I was energy, I was the universe, I was everything I could see. Colours were vibrant yet it was before dawn, purples, reds, oranges mixed together as if paint had been smudged on a canvas, the colours were not paint though, they were out of this world.

I lost contact with my physical self, I knew my feet were not on the ground any longer. I was part of everything that is, I was all of us and yet none of us.

Later that night when I went to bed I found it hard to sleep, I was wide awake and full of energy. I wondered if it was because I’d meditated for so long, resting my body and therefore disturbing my sleep. I did sleep eventually and had the weirdest of dreams, I dreamt about a huge bright green insect that lived in an open cage by my bed. I think it had got out, of an open cage I know, but it decided to take a walk. It was biting me,well irritating me, trying to wake me up although I was awake in my dream. I wasn’t too keen on the insect, kept my distance, but at the same time saved it when it was close to being squashed.

I woke up to a deep and primitive animal noise behind me, same as last week, you might of read my wolf poem, but this time I knew without looking it was a big cat, a wild cat. I didn’t look because I knew it wasn’t there. At the same time as this, as I opened my eyes I saw a purple light, about five or six foot, I knew it was a being. It disappeared as I focused but I did see it again later. I really think I was awake, I know there are those that might argue.

I had some words in my head, I wrote them as a life lesson earlier today as to me this is what they felt like. I sat up in the middle of the night and wrote them down.

I went back to sleep and dreamt of death and beginnings, a lot of feminine imagery too. There was more but it does not feel right writing it down, confusing family stuff.

So many people are telling me about weird dreams, it’s as if there is an opening, teachings through dreams maybe. I’m excited and writing them down. I’m telling my friends to also, I want to see if there is anything that runs through all of our dreams. Please do let me know if any of you are having the same mad dreams.

I have to write them down, for one thing it’s what writers do and another, I think I will remember if I don’t write them, but then try and recollect them and they are gone.

Daily Prompt – Gone

Happiness Jar

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I’ve made a happiness jar, it’s full of happiness, wishes and aspirations.  I usually make New Years resolutions. Last year I did okay with them but I often find at the end of the year I rarely remember what my intentions were.  This year I’ve written down my hopes and dreams  and put them into a jar with little crystals, glitter, lucky heather and other bits and bobs.  I’m going to put it up on a shelf where I can see it, so that I remember and maybe add to it.

Some of my friends and family have also added to my jar.  I have some beautifully simple and deeply profound messages.  We don’t always know what is best for us, so the wishes of others, given in love adds that little something else, a little sparkle I think.

It is a little like recreating yourself, filling yourself up with goodness, I’m enjoying thinking about all the things inside.  I can look through the glass, into the interior of the jar and remember how positive I was when I created it, remember the love of those that added to it.

It will be good to go through these messages at the end of the year, remember how I was feeling and think about the things I have achieved.

Daily Prompt – Interior

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