Many moons, many thoughts

A little insight into me and what I live my life by..

As a great man once said to me to be vunrable takes the heart of a warrior who stands in thier own truth. For that my child you alone can't be mocked.

1, Compliment 3 people every day 

2, Watch at least one sun rise a mth.

3, Be the first to say hello 

4, ALWAYS stay humble. Live with gratitude.

5, Treat everyone how you wish to be         treated.

6, Never give up on or deprive yourself of hope.

7, share this hope with others, (it's all some people have).

8, pray not for things but for wisdom.

9. Be tough minded but always tenderhearted.

10. Be kinder then necessary.

11, keep your promises.

12. Never forget a person's greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.

13, learn to show cheerfulness even when you don't feel like it 

14, Remember overnight success normally takes 15 yrs to achieve.

15, Leave everything better than you found it.

16, be the first to smile.

17, Remember winners do what losers won't 

18, Never rain on someones parade.

19, Never miss an opportunity to say I love you,

20, Live a life knowing you have loved, cared for and blessed other's.

Many blessings 💜💜💜

I believe it is madness to hate all roses because you got scratched with one thorn,

To give up all dreams

because one of them didn't come true,

To give up all attempts

because one of them failed.

It's folly to condemn all your friends

because one has betrayed you,

to no longer believe in love

just because someone was unfaithful

or didn't love you back,

to throw away all your chances to be happy, because something went wrong.

There will always be another opportunity,

another friend,

another love,

a new strength.

For every end,

there is always a new beginning..... 

“And now here is my secret,

a very simple secret:

It is only with the heart

that one can see rightly;

what is essential is invisible to the eye."

Have courage to listen to all your known pain but with the joy you have held also this will always guide your heart of sight forward.

To all the most wonderful new adventures life holds for us all💜💜💜

A

It's written in the stars they say!!😂😂😂

I’ve held it all in,

all the hopes and dreams,

the cries of despair...

held it all in until today.

Until today when I felt this net of despair

fall over me choking me, strangling me,

blocking the air so I couldn’t breathe.

I sit for hours in the woods.

Keened for what has already been lost...

what is currently being lost...

what is potentially still to come.

I made altars and offered ritual.

Screamed guttural prayers 

to the Mother of All

that enough is enough!

Still the tears came, 

but then vocals grew quieter 

as I had no more to give.

Even the crows and went silent

sensing a pause of sacred reverence.

Where to now I asked?

Where do you want to go She replied?

I don’t know.

I’m tired and disillusioned

and want to crawl into my cave

and have the Old Ones wrap 

their arms around me.

Then that is what you do.

But before you go, you offer... 

One last prayer to the dreamtime.

One last offering of hope planted

in these darkening times.

One last ritual of rebirth that even now

gestates in the womb of the Mother,

that gestates in the womb and heart of you.

One last offering given with all the fight of 

the Warrioress that lives within you.

Then you rest and wait and trust the

Ancient Ones to guide you through

to the place of the next light.

What if there is no more light I ask?

Only darkness and evil?

Evil has and will always exist She said,

but so does the light.

Find that place and know 

the light always returns.

Perhaps dimmed, 

Perhaps brightly illuminative, 

but the light always returns.

Until that time...

Rest so you are able to still build

altars to new possibilities and

keel over the bones of what is lost.

Rest until that time you can 

give voice to the both/and.

Until that time, vision and dream and

allow the Ancestors to wrap you in 

ancient wisdom, ancient knowing

as you embrace the sacred dark. Knowing your heart is held in a safe warm place.

Until such time the light rises like 

the woman you are, blazing and

empowered and screaming like the 

Banshee taking no prisoners,

as you build altars to the sacred new.

As you remember you are a 

Daughter of the Cosmic Mother.

Daughter of the As Above, So Below

who aspires to the heights and

plunges the depths as She

walks between the worlds.

So scream like the Banshee

and keen over the bones.

Light the fires of ritual

and offer prayers to the

Ancient and Future ones.

Though the world may change and, 

perhaps, not in the way you desire 

while grief and trauma shift and morph, 

you will survive and even prosper 

IF you remember who you are

and the power you hold.

Remember... 

She who is the Great Mother Goddess,

Warrioress and Ancestor and more.

She who is Ancient Bone Woman 

and She who is yet to be re-born.

Remember... 

She who will always hold and inform you.

Remember...

You are you own Way-Shower and need

only look for the place of the next light.

Remember.💜

Remember.💜

Remember.💜

It has been an extremely hard few days..not a start to the year I had hoped for. Buy hey such is this life.

Who am I has been my thoughts past few days where is my grounding...them I remember these things...☺️

"You look like a witch," he said.
-If only! she replied.

I am a woman who is connected to nature; knows the power of plants and understands the language of animals. 

I travel between the worlds and communicates with the great spirit.

I loves myself and all living beings, respects and is able to listen without judging, and heal a broken heart.
Being me is knowing the power that is inside me, enjoying who I am without belittling anyone.

I dance and sing without complexes, I decipher the messages of the moon and the wind and bathe naked in rivers and seas. 

I do magic in my home. With a good pot, to warm your body and soul.

I am one who sings and one who writes my truth of my spirt. 

I gather with others around the bonfire on new moon nights.

I invent rituals at home and put candles out.

And do you know why? Because I am are not afraid.

I dance and sing in honor of invoking my  ancestors. I raise their voices to wake up women that still suffer the spell of centuries of repression.

Incantations of self-love are whispered, They pass them from one to the other and record them in their cells.

Witches, wizards, and sorceresses roam the four directions healing the world with their gifts.

So dear one I am only but me 💜💜💜

Ah the year is done. i spread the past three hundred sixty-five days before me on the living room carpet. 

Here I see is the month i decided to shed everything not deeply committed to my dreams. (Gaining freedom)

The day i refused to be a victim to the self-pity. (Finding my strength)

Here is the week i slept in the garden. (Fell back in love with my nature)

The spring i wrung the self-doubt by its neck. (Self beliefs)

Hung your kindness up. ( Opening to receive)

Took down the calendar. (Stopped wondering "if only ")

The week i danced so hard my heart learned to float above water again. (Found my joy and wiggles again)

The summer i unscrewed all the mirrors from their walls. no longer needed to see myself to feel seen. ( I am enough)

Combed the weight out of my hair. (Looking up in hope)

I fold the good days up and place them in my back pocket for safekeeping. Draw the match. cremate the unnecessary. The light of the fire warms my toes. I pour myself a glass of warm water to cleanse myself for january. here I go. stronger and wiser into the new.

Many new wonderful heartfelt blessings 

Be strong my fellow Star seeds many new beginnings await you all.

💜🕊️💜

“True healing is an unglamorous process of living into the long lengths of pain. Forging forward in the darkness. Holding the tension between hoping to get well and the acceptance of what is happening. Tendering a devotion to the task of recovery, while being willing to live with the permanence of a wound; befriending it with an earnest tenacity to meet it where it lives without pushing our agenda upon it. But here’s the paradox: you must accept what is happening while also keeping the heart pulsing towards your becoming, however slow and whispering it may be.”