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The Cats out of the Bag

The Cats out of the Bag

Hi Moonbeams.  So I am still in the in-between. Living out of the suitcase.  Still trying to find a nest for The Angel Child and myself.  Grateful for the thing’s I DO have though at the beginning and at the end of each day. I am experiencing a lot of block’s….there isn’t ‘flow’ flowing….and um…that I am figuring that that is down to me with a little ‘wait a minute’ thrown in there from The Universe…

Where I am staying there is a cat.  Poor poppet…she was a feral rescue cat and she has the personality of a Tasmanian Devil.  She’s cute when she’s asleep kinda thing.  I call her Happy. When you name a thing sometimes miracles can happen etc etc.  Anyhoo…in the room I am in…that has 942 of my belongings piled in with me….there is the bed in the far corner.  She has taken to sleeping on it…and um…throws her jaw open and spits and hisses whenever I get near.  She usually sleeps on the top of the bed but this morning I went to get a cup of tea then came back to bedroom, threw the cover back and she launched herself at me like….well….something that was NOT ‘happy’.  On another occasion she stood behind the net curtain on the window sill looking like the Bride of Frankenstein…I thought she looked quite beautiful and the sound that she was able to produce without moving her lip’s moved me, in as much as…that I felt compelled to leave the room post haste.  Last night my little dog and I were sleeping…(yes we managed to claim the bed! Happy wasn’t there! Oh the relief!!) I was dozing off turned over and her shadow was this time on the outside of the window back-lit by the street-light’s…The song Memories from Cat’s came to mind…perhaps sung by Marilyn Manson rather than Elaine Page….

My point is…through all this transition and all the icky roller-coastery bit’s that go with, Happy the cat has made me laugh. As scare-bear as she is she claim’s her life and her position with the utmost of all certainty….she makes her boundaries CLEAR and….has a gift for creatively coming up with how to scare the beejeez out of me two or three times a day… I wont forget her when I’ve gone…even though I am sure she will be pleased to see the back of me and my side-kick canine….blessssssssss.xx


Soul Windows



Hello Sparkly Hearts!

Mamma Moonsparkle is back just a few day’s on from my last posting to you…


Because firstly I have missed you more than I thought I did (mmmmaw, mmmmaw and big squishy Yeti hugs to you) and also because I have made you some spiritual soup.  Now…be a good moon-child and let me feed you some food-for-thought before you run along and play.xx

Now I am not into the idea of looking back, revisiting the past too often. Remembering loved ones, remembering the good to the glorious times…well sure… Go To The Glow, stay there a while and bask in the memory. Soak your bones in the warm nostalgic waters.  Connect with the past, love it, thank it then….walk on…all-the-while breathing in the Here, breathing out the Now.

As for those day’s and night’s when we discover ourselves smack-bang in the middle of a painful memory, a time in our life that stung…ok so I have an idea on how you can administer your own anti-venom and heal a little.  Now I am no doctor and I am not saying the following prescription is going to cure all your pain, turn your bad memory into a good one and I am not saying that bad memories are indeed bad for you..heck no!  If in your life-time thus far you have mastered the art of turning shit into gold-thread and weaved for yourself a cloak of goodness, then you to me are the ultimate alchemist.  If you have taken off that cloak and put it around the shoulders of another human being in need without that person even asking you to, then you are the ultimate teacher.

A few weeks ago I took a bus into the city.  I was feeling ‘ok’.. I mean I wasn’t a box of fluffy bunnies but I wasn’t as blue as I had been the couple days before.  I got off the bus and proceeded to walk up Queen Street…then I saw her.

She was in her twenties, lost, confused, tired looking.  She was very pretty but her eyes struck me as numb when my gaze met hers for a moment.  She continued to walk alongside me at the same pace, matching my stride with each step. For some reason I didn’t find it perturbing. I could hear her sniffing and softly weeping…”Don’t cry love” I said trying not to cry myself.  “Is that you?” she asked shakily…”Yes”, I said quietly.. ”it’s you”.

We continued walking the line….our timeline between the past and present.  Then we came to a set of lights and stopped at the crossing.  I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. “You need to ‘walk on’ love” I said…”Oh” she whispered…”I will wait for you down the road love ok? I will be there waiting…I promise you ok?”  She sighed hard…”I believe you”.

My heart melted with relief.

“Good girl…you just keep walking ok?”…”Yes…I will just keep walking”.

And with that the traffic light signalled to cross and I watched her merge into the crowd and disappear..

I found a cafe and sat down with a coffee.  I didn’t expect that event in my day. It blew my mind.

I felt….incredible. I remembered that day two decades earlier…that beautiful young woman….how alone and empty and screwed up she felt.

I sipped my coffee….I felt….wisdom….I felt pride.  I felt my Golden Cloak around my shoulders…I felt humbled.

Go for a walk if something hurts Moonbeams…revisit one of your precious selves if that self is still hurting…have the conversation…connect, love and give thanks…then let go.

Go home….find a mirror…look into your eyes….and don’t you turn away until you smile at who you are TODAY…xxx

I “mist” you



Hi Moonbeams.

One thousand apologies for sending you great balls of tumble-weed and not much else of late. I have just been in the midst of mist…good fog though…nothing like the fog in horror movies (yikes!…killer-fog…never forgot that scene!)…

Walking through a little self-summoned fog is good for the journey…especially at this time of year. As it gently rolls in off the sea of your sub-conscious…welcome it in… go to it…let it reveal to you what it is you need to speak of, do, feel, to get clear and be happy for the coming year. No need to get all dramatic and write copious amounts of lists and shout your intentions from the roof-tops or lean in on innocent people at New Year’s telling them with heavily scented merlot-breath of your regrets and desires…well…I mean you could do that…but nobody will want to dance with you after mid-night…well…maybe apart from the oddball, leering dude who nobody… at said New Year’s party… actually technically knows….

My own mist -amble I am currently on….is quite splendid I have to say…

I am just talking kindly to myself (in my head mostly, but I totally recommend a little outward verbalizing while nobody is home. Or not… Pending on circumstances). I am checking in with myself like I am my own bff, fascinating muse, long lost estranged and wildly interesting cousin that just showed up from Venus, most beautiful, talented, wise, most exciting person that I have ever met.

Well…I mean to say…who is THE closest thing to you in the history of time and the Universe and life as we know it Jim?……it’s YOU….of course.

There is a lot of emphasis at this time of the year in giving and helping and spending time with others and I totally believe in the beauty and importance of serving others on this planet ALL year long, but you, YOU….YOU!! My worthy, shining, starry, giant moonbeam of unmistakable uniqueness, must make sure also that you are watering and sunshiny(ing) your own precious soul too…it’s ok you know….you have un-conditional, endless permission.

You don’t have to be all gung-ho about implementing changes.  EASY does it.  You don’t have to pick up any heavy shovel and start cleaning out the bullcrap right this dam instant and it’s ALL got to be done by a deadline and ra ra ra! and HUURRRY! and the sky is falling!!!!….


That’s just not how it’s going to be this year.  That’s just bullying yourself and we don’t condone bullying by anyone, let alone thine own self!.  You are older now…wiser…and waaay more ‘Light’- hearted truth be known.  You are the epitome of COOL, CALM and COLLECTED ‘most’ days… I mean think back…you have come A LONG way in how you approach all kinds of things compared to back in the day right?

For myself…this year ahead…well it’s all about thinking creatively with love and presence in everything I do.  Whether I am washing the dishes or teaching students or creating art or talking with a stranger for 15 seconds or eating food or even crying…feeling blue….I am going to BE THERE for myself in 2014 (cue the cutey Michael singing THAT song).

Right that’s it!… I want you to sing that song and dedicate it to YOURSELF….(the Mariah Carey and Trey version of that song is pretty snazzamatazz also.)

So off you go then sweet moonbeams….walk off into the mystical mist for a while…have a lovely little, no-pressure, think about….things. Listen to the whispers. That’s it.  Don’t worry….you won’t get lost…there’s crystal…it’s clear…and you’re headed straight towards it…

xxx love and light…Tracey Moonsparkle.