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ME AND THE FOREST AND THE FOREST AND ME

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ME AND THE FOREST AND THE FOREST AND ME

I am so darn happy I could go to a forest and hug sixty tree’s! Whoa there Tonto….wait…I did already!

I am not a one-way-or-no-way kinda being….I have a HUGE respect for the big ol wide gambit of ALL creature’s…everything under the Sun and Moon and everything beyond them….whoever you are…whatever you believe in…I am only ever going to come at ya in LOVE.  If your a mean person who does mean thing’s intentionally to creature’s then I am not going to align myself with you but I will always ask the Universe…ALL the Higher Power’s to ‘go to you now’ to give you Medicine….in which ever way ‘they’ see fit…I will always pray ‘For the Highest Good of ALL’…if I don’t understand, if I am confused to the point of numbness…then I have to ‘hand it over and UP’….in the name of Love.

I have stopped falling down the rabbit-hole…those last few months….ew!…ME NOT LIKE! Well lets face it…change is always only going to be comfortable or wet-socks kinda torrential… Well in that case I had wet hair, wet pants, and mascara melted into my cheek-bones…my heart was all raw and weepy and when I looked into the mirror I saw like a 100 year old Death-Metal-Band- member version of my Mother starring back at me…(you know what I mean Ma…stress is a tad aging and um….visually concerning.)

I really am in a new Wonderland…feeling much better and then some!  Not wanting to blow my own pan-pipe or anything but the other day a sparrow flew onto my lap in the forest and stayed there twittering beautifully to me for like 45 seconds or so…as he hopped up and down my legs two Fan-Tails fluttered with gusto about my head!…I was hoping that the tree in front of me would take -on an Ent-like disposition and start dancing with me to a Florence And The Machine track but I was more than happy with the bird who mistook me for Snow White.

The photo is me…and this palm-to-palm pose is what I do now when…I need to focus and be grateful…to give thank’s and to set an intention.  Yep I went through an ew-patch but….its passed…they always do sweety’s…and hey I know there will be another tricky time in the future…that ‘s the ol life-trip deal…but for now I am thankful for The Lesson…LIFE IS MAGICAL…and I’m flowing with The Go….xxx

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HOW TO CALM YOUR FARM ALREADY….

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HOW TO CALM YOUR FARM ALREADY….

Hi Moonbeam’s.  First of all I love you. Too intense to begin with? Well I’m not going to say sorry and take it back…you will just have to deal with me giving you a cyber lovey dovey love squeeze…feel the glitter-ball’s and multi-color stream’s of the dry-ice machine swirling around you…from me…to you.

The thing is…I haven’t been giving MYSELF enough fantasia-swirl’s lately…I don’t know whether it’s just my 3rd mid-life crisis trying to scratch her banshee way through the bathroom window of my mind, or a weird no-longer-a-maiden-not-quite-the-crone betwixyness thing poking my ear but….I am sweet one day, sour the next, spicy then tart, bitter then syrupy….a schitzy buffet of cray cray Shontay then John Lennon Zen.  Am I being kind to myself? Um…yeah.  Am I ‘looking after’ myself? Um…yeah…ish.  Ok so define ‘looking after oneself’….Mmmmmmmm….Sleeping enough, eating and excercising everyday to the best of one’s ability, making ENOUGH time for ritual, chanting,praying, grounding, performing random act’s of kindness, socializing, getting enough laughter in the belly, doing one thing a week that is new or creatively a little different outside the realm’s of same same? Mmmmmm….so yup….now I see why I’ve been a snappy puppy.  I haven’t been being WITH myself enough.  I have been STEALING moment’s…..that’s not……….working for me. I’ve had a big OUT OF ORDER sign stuck to my back for two week’s and I didn’t even know that it was there…until last night when I woke up tearful…needing to crawl onto someone’s lap…well…my dog was there….snoring like a pirate post several nip’s of rum…but…mmm…I left him to it and tried to climb into my own lap but that REALLY doesn’t work so I hugged my pillow.  (Jeeez).

So…good.  I thought something TERRIBLE was wrong with me but as it turn’s out it’s actually  just a case of ME not hanging out enough with the MYSELF and the I enough.  I figured it out…and that’s pretty dam groovey because I can now DO something about it.  In day’s of old this would of gone on for week’s…even month’s. I am self-aware again…how snazzy. I’m going to pour myself a wine and drink to my own reflection…aahhh why not..she’s my oldest and dearest friend when all is said and done xx

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Cause yooou, light up my life…

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Moth to the light
Throughout the last week or so I have been navel gazing….wait. Who the bijingo’s came up with that expression and what is more to the point why am I using it? Let me start again…

Throughout the last week or so I have become a serial- contemplative- gazer. (sigh…well that sound’s WAY less looney-tune doesn’t it?…side-ways look).

I have been…gazing out of window’s, gazing into my tea-cup…at supermarket fruit, into flower bed’s, into the back of spoon’s and other shiny reflective surface’s, into the eyes of my dog….this is a very long gaze because my dog does not look away until I do and I refuse to do so…And because it is summer here in New Zealand I have taken my gazing out into the warm evening’s for some gazing- at- the- waxing- moon gazing until I can feel the mosquitoes starting to nibble into the whites of my eyes.

The other evening I was sitting up in bed reading and thought….oh this feels healthy…you know…taking a little break from my newly formed gazing addiction. The lighting in the room however started to strobe itself silly and I began to feel as though I was reading my novella in the midst of a Charlie Chapman black and white.  I turned my head ceilingward (made that word up. like it!)…only to see Mr Moth throwing himself into a rave-like stupor around my eco-bulb. I then yelled out the following piece of dialogue….

“Hey!…Flappy Moth as big as a fricken sparrow!…If you like light so much why don’t you consider coming back in in ten hours when it’s actually DAYLIGHT!”

Geez…I know I know..Harsh word’s.  Who pulled my pony-tail and made me the world’s oldest Mean Girl?

I felt guilty pang’s.

Then the inevitable happened…moth gazing.

It was at this particular moment that I realized that all my prior Starey Mary moments were leading up to this one.

Two word’s popped into my head…Mr Moth seemed to be communicating them to me…ACTIVE INTENTION.

He isn’t just drawn to the light.. I thought…it’s like he want’s to BECOME the light.

So passionate, determined, no matter the risk of singed wing’s.. he was just out-in-out undeterred by potential risky outcome’s…intention was all he knew.

Mother Nature had designed him to be a creature of darkness hard-wired to find The Light.

Mr Moth suddenly dropped….dead.

I kid you not.

I scrambled from the bed cover’s.  Got down on the floor…cringing slightly because.. no crapolla.. he really did look as big as a fricken sparrow.  I came in closer. Nope. Not moving. I reached for a knitting needle…gave him a little prod….definitely no life contained within said insect.

What the?

I called for the funeral director…(my daughter) to take him away…she handles that sort of stuff very professionally. I hopped back under the cover’s bereft and fascinated…strange combination of emotion’s those two.

So for me…Miss Moonboot…the following was WHAT ‘I’ got from the whole experience…I am not going to twaddle on with physcological blah blah blah…

It’s pure and simple….less gazing….more action….be focused….be brave…don’t ‘follow’ the light….’be’ the light….try not to get burned….but if you do…get up and keep’ intending’ to be a ‘shining’ example even through the darker day’s…because life is short….and you never know when God’s going to flick your switch and call you home.

xxxxx love and light…Miss Moonsparkle.