Boxing day Birth!

My first Grandchild Joseph's daughter

Emersin Phoebe Elder

Waiting

In Swift Current waiting with Joseph for the arrival of his baby girl!

,

Forgive

New year coming

Be a star of love

Christmas Eve

Celebrations coming

As One

Corina's Archaeology for the Soul

As ONE...

Moments swallow me up,
Unveiled, I cry like a mother wolf
Fire burning in the midst of my words
A broken branch falls in the dark
An echo comes back uncensored,
Unknown, silence gathers like fog
My feet not touching the ground,
It pulls me down
Forces me to spiral to the core of my Being...
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Tears fall from the heavens
For what is lost,
For what it can be...
Uncharted my journey
Lost in myself
I speak without words
I listen to a pain that can't me measured
Time breaks me down
Distance scrapes my bones
My Soul sees in the horizon
The magnitude of what was created...
A fire that must burn
All that keeps us far from the truth
Far from who we truly are
As ONE...

Unbound Love,
~Corina Luna Dea~

I Return

The Heart Is A Portal Of Beauty and Light

I return to the beating of my Heart,
the place of feminine knowing
where the maps have all burned away
and this sacred
moment
rises to receive me

I am nourished and whole,
embraced by the Beloved within
nothing to add
no where to get to
just a gentle remembering 

The soft interior invites me in,
I slip easily between worlds
in a silky release beyond
time and space
I breathe
I notice

it is not me doing the breathing 

www.floraaube.com/allowing

Changes

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

by Anatole France

Heart to Heart

Awakening

The Pain of Life

Heart's Calling 

The Pain of Life

oh how the pain of life,

is swallowed deep inside you-

layered underneath,

covered with guilt and grief-

guilt that strangles the life,

you are living-

what drives you to hide,

while you carry it all with you inside-

pull it on out and through,

for there is the breath-

of love holding you.

what often strains us,

causes us to blame-

ourselves and others,

father, mother, friend or brother-

makes us hold onto the,

dark of our pain-

again, and again and again.

for what is given over to love,

brings us the consciousness-

of our journey,

it’s not that pain-

will never touch us,

but if blame becomes-

the label of it,

or guilt-

the reason for it,

it turns it something-

that binds us.

in our human way-

we are expected,

to be perfect-

we regain only pieces,

of what truly loves-

through us,

not good enough,

right enough,

or don’t try hard enough,

they only take us-

from who we really are.

we are all the same,

not one of us-

better than the other,

not sister, or wife, husband, or mother-

loving yourself,

brings you to see,

that grace flows with-

unconditional love,

setting you free.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg 

Time off

Do something!

Unfold Myself

Unfold Myself

by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

Unfold myself,

welcome the ordinary moments-

the holding of life as is,

the way it seems to be-

without hiding it,

or covering it with-

words that try to,

give it reason for being-

making rights or wrongs to it,

catching only glimpses-

of my reality,

as if peering through-

a key hole,

and then willing to open,

the door open wide-

to embrace its fullness.

with all its messes,

and the wonderings-

and the holding onto-

something so tight,

it becomes a part of the fabric-

covering who you are,

let it fall to the ground-

naked to your vulnerable self,

allowing compassion-

in that moment,

when it feels like the-

best thing to do is to,

is stay in bed-

press feet to the floor,

eyes to the sky-

feel your breath,

reach your day-

in every single ordinary,
and extraordinary way.

Blessongs

Dreamwork with Toko-pa

I bless the night that nourished my heart
To set the ghosts of longing free
Into the flow and figure of dream
That went to harvest from the dark
Bread for the hunger no one sees.

All that is eternal in me
Welcome the wonder of this day,
The field of brightness it creates
Offering time for each thing
To arise and illuminate.

I place on the altar of dawn:
The quiet loyalty of breath,
The tent of thought where I shelter,
Wave of desire I am shore to
And all beauty drawn to the eye.

May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.

May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.

By John O'Donohue |

One life