Author: lizaaitken

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

Clutter

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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!

Cut Flowers

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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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Nature Lessons 110

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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 

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Mystical Garden

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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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Mystical (Confession) -DP

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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

Nature Lessons 109

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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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Nature Lessons 108

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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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Without Trust

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I won’t tell you what’s wrong with me,

as I don’t trust you to care.

You’ll give those standard answers,

the ones you have prepared.

I don’t think I’d tell you anything,

of emotions that run deep.

I know you would not manage well,

it may interrupt your sleep.

You see, I know that it’s all one sided,

and it doesn’t work both ways.

You only want to hear from me,

on the brightest of my days.

When I can give all my time to you,

and treat you like a king.

Hang on to your every word,

meet your every whim.

So we shall go on pretending,

that everything is grand.

It can’t be any other way,

you’ll never understand.

So I won’t tell you why I’m so sad,

I don’t think you want to know.

Our relationships so pointless now,

as it has nowhere else to go.

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