You shaped my heart

 

 

You shaped my heart

 

I spread my wings, I fly and a rainbow takes me.

The whirlwind of many days saw me with no rest on the peace

branch.

My breath was taken away,

With a vision of you,

Which made my heart flutter.

And, no one knows how to shape my heart.

I look over the horizon,

Waiting for the bridge to unite us.

All the while looking up at the stars.

One shines brightly while the other one has died.

Yet, I see the twinkle of you.

And no one knows how to shape my heart.

I roll over with morning sunshine.

And you are not there.

Then reality hits,

But I have a keepsake in my soul I keep.

And before my eyes, you come alive.

A dream – a puff of smoke.

You strummed my strings.

You played my love.

And this is the fire inside of me blazing.

You’ve ignited the flame of my heart.

You’ve have shaped me on the potter’s wheel.

The earth crumbles all around me.

A sign of our beating heart as we are one.

And no one knows how to shape my heart but you.

 

 

 

 

 

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Happy New Year 2019

 

Happy New Year to you all.  I am wishing all the best for you in this coming year and the following years.

 

 

 

 

Bet You Didn’t Know: New Year’s Eve | History

 

 

Another year in my life

 

 

Another Christmas is upon us and my life has changed within myself drastically.  I went back east to take care of my mother in April of this year and stayed for 8 months until spirit whispered it is time to go.   During my stay there I had many epiphanies that kept coming forth and still do today.  With some events, I felt an immediate weight lift from me and I felt joy and tremendous peace and freedom.  Then I knew I had to go back out west.    I feel amazing inside.  This is not constant but for the most part, I see things differently, I understand why people are who they are and I wish them well on their journey.  I also feel another spiritual birthing is at hand.

 

I returned back to the west coast and doors opened for me easily.  I live half way up a mountain with cougars deer and bears.  It is so dark up here that is is almost eerie.  It is beautiful and peaceful.  There is a stream running through the property.  There is a steep driveway going down to another plateau which has 50 blueberry plants and a huge garden.  It is also a hobby farm.

 

The last three days we have had no electricity as there were windstorms and some of the winds were measured at 147 MPH.  Needless to say, many trees got knocked down on power lines.  Our electricity was restored today.  We have a stream for water.  A wood stove for cooking on.  We had it cozy where some people had no heat and nothing to cook on.  There are winds starting up again so we might not have electricity again.  Yes, there is another wind storm on the horizon.  (  Posting this in case of no electricity again.)

 

I am still unsure what to do with my blog.  I still don’t have many words for poetry.  It seems they have vanished.  I am at an impasse of how to go about with restructuring my blog.  Time will tell

 

I wish you all a Merry Christmas and happy holidays and all the best for the New Year.

 

 

 

Every Christmas I post this Parody of Twas the night before wordpress

 

 

T’was the night before Wordpress

 

Twas the night before Christmas, and in and around Wordpress.

All writers were writing without brain power to access.

Papers were crumpled to the floor without care.

In hopes that a masterpiece would be an ace in the pocket to share.

 

We were all snuggled with letters in our beds.

While visions of blogging danced in our pretty little heads.

And comments uttered, puts a feather in our cap.

And we may even try our luck writing a little bit of rap.

 

In the computer arose such a clatter.

I thought it was dead and my Christmas poem would not even matter.

Away to the computer I flew like a flash.

In hopes that it had not become a piece of trash.

 

As a writer within I need to grow.

The ink in my mind does need to flow.

When what to my wandering eyes should appear.

A working computer that allayed my fear.

 

To the old pen so lively and so quick.

With an eager pen that give words a kick.

Fast and furious my racing thoughts came

I whistled and wrote and hoped for some fame.

 

Now letters, now sentences, now paragraph and a story

Come on articles, come on sagas, give me some publishing glory.

Writer’s block that before the hurricane fly.

Letters come tumbling in our writer’s blood we can’t deny.

 

Off of our chairs we all flew.

Started writing again without a clue.

And then in a twinkling I heard in my head,

The formulation of a poem that has not fled.

 

Computer screens and keyboards galore.

Typing crazily wanting some more.

I was dressed all in fur, from head to my foot.

And my clothes were all dirty with ashes and soot.

 

A bundle of leaky pens sat on my desk.

This blue ink glob of a monster looked grotesque.

My eyes twinkled, some and my libations were merry.

I drank so much alcohol that my nose was red like a cherry.

 

Drinking and writing are the best of friends.

These endless of stories that never end.

A mistletoe hangs but there is nobody to kiss.

I will write myself some exciting and delicious bliss.

 

The stub of a cigar I hold tight in my teeth.

And the smoke it encircled my head like a wreath.

I rambled my blogging underneath my breath.

I will write I said right up until my death.

 

I wrote myself in a story as a right jolly old elf.

I looked into the mirror and laughed at myself.

Words have the power with a twist in my head.

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

 

I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work.

Ideas were flying and I gave myself a smirk.

And laying my finger to the side of my nose.

And giving a nod I wrote on many pages some prose.

 

I grabbed my books and put them in a sleigh.

To be published at Amazon, Smashboard and others along the way.

But I did exclaim, as I am driving out of sight.

Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night.

 

 

All shall pass

 

 

All shall pass

 

The morning tiptoed within the morning’s hush.

 

No dew with its tears nor spring which have been wiped away and

the nature babies will cry of hunger and soon will start.

 

The morning will be lit with business.

 

And the peacefulness will have chanted its cloak.

 

The paths of life winds into the unknown awakened by scrutiny.

 

And the letter of life self-stamps itself to be returned to you.

 

Whispers of life ruminate in the fold of the winds.

 

Returning a message of hope and love throughout the years.

 

A paper origami dove unfolded to see the crease of folded

history.

 

An olive branch to give – an olive branch to share.

 

Messages flung with an arrow on fire creates and incendiary of

the heart which the moon can longer seduce.

 

And this too shall pass.

 

A Selection of True Awakening Experiences Part III – The seasons of our lives

 

THE SEASONS OF OUR LIVES

 

I was asked to take part in a writing adventure by Barbara Franken, a wonderful lady with a

beautiful blog.  You can view her inspiring website at:

 

http://memymagnificentself.com/

 

I was asked to write about my experiences which moved me, awakened me and ascended me

on my shortstop journey here on earth.  You can read similar stories in October which provide a

glimpse into the awakening and the ascending process of other people.  These stories appear on

her blog with the link provided below:

 

http://memymagnificentself.com/2018/09/17/a-selection-of-true-awakening-stories-part-iii/

 

 

 

 

The four seasons in Canada do not happen in certain parts of the world but seasons can

still happen no matter how subtle they may be.  Mankind’s spirituality can also be felt in

the four seasons of the self as well.  Seasons have awakened me spiritually every year and I have

ascended simply by being and by listening to the whispers of the seasons.

If I have tweaked you with one thought, one example, one comparison or one image that

you love then I have brought you into an awareness. You have been awakened and you

have ascended into your consciousness no matter how insignificant the thought may be as

long as you felt a vibrational shift.  It is another spiritual step you have taken on your

journey.

One can experience the IAM, just being, oneness, and then be still which can

produce a greater awakening but not necessarily a more startling ascension.  For me, it is

experiencing the mundane where I find the mundane experiences produce astonishing

epiphanies and significant feelings of ascension.  We are mind, body, and spirit.  Our minds

awaken us, our bodies react and our spirits ascend.  Aligning ourselves with truth, our spiritual

power becomes ours and with this spiritual power, we ascend vibrationally with love and

with tranquility which our self, (IAM) transcends into an elated consciousness.

 

WINTER MY NEMESIS

 

 

Winter’s lullaby begins and Winter’s breath lays a white coat everywhere before us.  When

I was a child I loved Winter and the hours of play outside to me was entertaining until our little

extremities were numb.  I remember snow-caked mittens and long icicles hanging from the

eaves which were a delight to taste despite mother’s warnings.

Winter to me was white death and the word made me cringe.  Eventually, Winter has

taught me that death is not permanent and life continues.  The stillness of Winter is a time

for rest and also for your next spiritual cycle to begin.   The hush of babies sleeping is waiting to

be awakened in Spring to renew the process once again.  It is a season of reflection as Winter

magically receives and prepares Spring, Summer, and Autumn for future activities just as we

receive spiritual awakenings and spiritual gifts throughout the years as well.

Winter has awakened me to know its gentleness, serenity and its beauty.   Everything in life

which produces a love vibration brings you joy and happiness.  You awaken and you ascend in

consciousness.  Make your life one to rest, to observe, to reflect, to feel serenity, to be at peace,

and most of all to feel love as we are always held in its cradle.  Remember beneath the snow

there are seeds.

 

SPRING BIRTHING

 

 

Winter’s icy torment follows Spring and when the sun draws closer to earth, the Spring

thaw occurs and we see Mr. Winter melt himself away.  Springtime is the land of

awakening where many plants emerge out of the ground and trees don their leaves since a

year.

Many births take place and all births seem to be in a rush.  There is a cleaning to be done

which Autumn left behind and Winter has covered up.  The decayed leaves and the smell of

renewed earth is two of my delights in Spring which invigorates me out of Winter’s

hibernation.

The perpetual nature of Spring births awakens me to shed my old ways which are no

longer necessary and once again we slip into our newer skins which sees themselves in

the Spring of their awakening.  Spring offers rejuvenation and a promise of growth not only

in nature but in oneself as well.  Can you imagine a tree sprouting from inside a seed?

Growing blossoms in the Spring.  Growing into a full leaf in the Summer.  Autumn is where

plants produce many seeds and a magnificent show of Autumn colors.  Winter-bare for

resting.  All from one seed!

 

Confidence in a seed

 

Only if we had,

our visions in a seed.

Without question.

Without understanding.

Just to let it be:

Into the invisible of confidence.

Which grows flowers.

Into recycling.

 

 

 

I feel the Spring of my life is a new beginning.   Gaia (Mother Earth) lets us feel a new

Spring over and over, year after year again with new eyes.   Spring is similar to being born,

physically, emotionally and Spiritually.  One can hope to maintain a childhood purity where

one can grow and bring that innocence forward into one’s consciousness.

I ascend knowing the awesomeness of Spring.  Its rapid growth, the offering of many

Spiritual gifts to the soul and also, its wonderful magical dance of miracles in nature and

within my Spiritual self.

Spring moves us forward with a renewal of our spirituality and brings us into a new

space of being.  From death, a birth arises, from a birth, death is inevitable and the cycle

continues on earth.   At this time, we enter another season – a season of exploration which

inevitably screams of Summer.

 

SUMMER SIZZLE

 

 

Our arrival into Summer is cherished by many.  People flock to the beach.  I love the waves

that swash upon the shore.  The sound brings peace and tranquility which hypnotizes me into

reverie.

Another activity is venturing out in the woods and communing with nature which has a

peaceful and calming effect to my essence.  Going barefoot on the grass or  on another natural

surface is called earthing and grounding.  Follow the link to read more about the benefits

of earthing and of grounding.

 

https://www.emfanalysis.com/is-grounding-good-for-you/

 

Humanity needs peace.  Peace is simple yet is made complicated by mankind.  As more

people awaken, we will eventually tip the scale for humanity’s ascension.

Gaia keeps on giving and giving to humanity despite us harming her.  Heal ourselves and

we heal her as well and eventually, we will see Gaia continue her development into a new

dimension.

Summer symbolizes adventure.  As we look inside ourselves, we are in the summer of our

soul with its explorative nature seeking where our spiritual development will take us to an

awakened state and to an ascension.  Summer is the youth and adulthood of our existence

before we feel Autumn’s yawn and where we feel the serenity of our golden years or Autumn

years which presents itself at our doorstep.

 

AUTUMN’S SPIRITUAL HARVEST

 

 

A switch in time slowly turns and with a gust of a colder wind, we quickly slip back into

Autumn.  Autumn above all is my favorite season.  Gaia begins with her paintbrush by dabbing

trees from her multicolored palette at hand.  A final masterpiece is trees that are set ablaze.

Autumn’s bountiful harvest signifies a lessening of labor and a time of an awarded rest.

The pumpkin patch is one of my favorite activities when it comes to Halloween which is a

holiday that is celebrated in North America, Mexico, and a few other countries abroad under

different names.  Follow the link below and you will read about Halloween traditions and

other Halloween celebrations around the world.

 

http://www.pumpkinpatchesandmore.org/halloweenglobal.php

 

A SPIRITUAL FROST

 

 

 

In some parts of the world, frost is also known as Nature’s Grim Reaper which signifies a

slow-to-quick death to some plants.  We can still experience warmer weather at this time,

however, the first frost yields its magic to a splendid leaf color change.  Frost on the

pumpkin is a warning to us all.  Two thoughts come to mind, “As the killer frost drapes itself

over pumpkins and over the land do we not as humans experience a frost ourselves?  Is

there not a frost on all of mankind?”  I think humanity is at crossroads where truth is being

unveiled all over the world and humanity is begging for change.  I can feel a shift

happening.  There is love being sent vibrationally.  It is an exciting time to bear witness to

the joy and happiness being reborn and for humanity claiming true freedom which is our

birthright.

Winter will soon be here and we will say goodbye to Autumn.  As Autumn matures it

sets the stage with a freezing chill to allow Winter to have its icy grip for a few months within

the cycle of recycling which begins anew.

Every awakening and ascension are an experience to open one’s heart.  No matter how small

or how big an awakening or an ascension is they are part of a spiritual web where all is

interconnected as one.  Autumn awakens me out of my Summer laziness and I ascend further

knowing the beauty of four seasons and also, the beauty in THE SEASONS OF OUR LIVES.

Be well and be at peace.