Close to Home

I get the distinct feeling that this time of year, Halloween, stirs the spirits in a really good, happy way. We, in the United States, do so much with thoughts and deeds honoring the dead in a strangely commercial way… we don’t realize the energy we put into the holiday. However, the spirits must be dancing around all the decorations in delight. As I pulled out my special pieces to commemorate this time, I thought of loved ones gone. I also thought of death itself, the immediate separation, the emptiness of life… and the thoughts of those loved ones that never leave us. For some, a day never passes that I don’t think of them. Do the thoughts remind us that they are close by? I hope so.

I got this from a friend. I don’t know who the original author is, but I found it to be quite touching.

“To Those I Love And To Those Who Love Me”

When I am gone,
Release me, let me go
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn’t tie yourself to me with tears;
Be happy we had so many years.
I give you my love,
You can only guess how much you gave to me in happiness.
I thank you for the love
You have shown me;
But now it’s time I travel alone. 
So grieve a while for me,
If grieve you must.
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It’s only for a while that we must part,
So bless the memories within your heart.
I won’t be far away for life goes on.
So if you need me,
Call me and I will be near.
And if you listen with your heart,
You’ll hear
All my love around you,
Soft and clear.
And when you must come this way along,
I’ll greet you with a Smile,
And “Welcome Home”.

Have a dreamy, cozy and delightful Halloween week.

Happy Samhain!

)O(

What’s the First Step Out Like?

Welcome this wonderful month of October!  As the new moon approaches I already have listed a few things that need to be worked on, affirmations of what needs to go, and what needs to come.  The Universe has been very generous, sometimes with more than I thought I could handle, but it knows me much better than I  know myself, so I put all my trust in it.

Dreams have been vivid and persistent, pouring over into my waking state. So strong they are, intent in getting their messages across.

This season brings transformation and regeneration.

Change is inevitable.

)O(

I’ve never lived in a war torn area. I can’t imagine what it’s like to step out from the rubble alive… broken, cut, bruised and mentally disoriented… after an attack you didn’t see coming, but were lucky enough to survive. Lucky, if that’s what you can call it. At some point I guess you would wonder why you were spared. Was it to live through the anguish of the aftermath, to tell the story one day to someone like me?

 

Where are the crumbs? I’ll never find my way back home now!

It’s amazing how some people can just come out of nowhere and cause such devastation and destruction in other peoples lives… and find humor in it.  Laugh at the milions of pieces left… yes, laugh because it’s funny… and means absolutely nothing…  all those bloody, shredded pieces.

I believe…

“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?” 
― John Lennon

We go through our cycles ~ maiden, mother, crone ~ all we’ve ever tried to master was the good… being the good student, the good friend, the good lover, the good wife, the good mother, the good employee… and in the midst of all of this we try to be good to ourselves.  After all, we must sustain this giving body, spirit and mind that make us who we are. We expend so much energy to create a world of happiness for those who make up our world… and question if it is ever enough. At the end of the day we enter our solitude, stepping back to observe our masterpiece… see the beauty, find the flaws, and make the changes needed to create this piece of life art that makes us feel proud of all the good we have done.

As Grandmother Spider… we instinctly, and obsessively build, repair, rebuild in a never-ending cycle. Only in that moment that we take that final breath is the masterpiece done, that we can stop and say, “Okay, this is good.”