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The Cats out of the Bag

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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

Earth Mamma!!!!!!!!!

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Earth Mamma!!!!!!!!!

Hi my Smiley Happy People Holding Hand’s!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before I even start my post I am sending you these xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx! And these ************…that’s like an entire bunch of people joining together about to give you the biggest group hug ever!…oh what?…Wait.. Here come’s ANOTHER group of them….

*******************************************************************************************************************…wow!…now THAT would be the hug of all hug’s!

My friend’s I have had an interesting week…a week of Let-Go and a week of Awakening’s.  My beloved daughter is in her last year of high-school and as I watched her meet her friend’s to go to school for the start of term on Monday wearing her own clothes (year 13 student’s only do not require a uniform)…I thought…Look at that beautiful young woman…the little 5 year old child ,with her hair in two cute plait’s wearing her school back-pack with beaming ‘big girl’ pride….just for a moment fleeting, I pictured her as that little-one walking alongside this beautiful young woman…and I burst into tear’s…my heart turning over and over in love for the soul that chose me to Mother her on this Earth Plane…the last seventeen year’s of my life I have walked alongside the most kindred spirit that I have ever encountered.  I am blessed beyond measure.

I also have decided to become Vegan.  This decision and commitment to become fully devoted to this particular life-choice has brought me the most amazing gift’s…even in the three day’s that I have ‘officially declared’ my intention.  This way-of-living is for me the perfect marriage between my own personal truth and my reality…thank God I have finally given myself permission to be exactly who I want to be!

I am going to make my life-purpose evolve further out of Living This Way, teaching This Way, Helping ALL Other’s This Way, Giving Joy and Compassion This Way, Creating Work’s of Art with Heart in The Message… I am so happy I could burst! But bursting would be a little counter-productive under the circumstance’s…Ha ha!

I love this planet so much…I just never knew just how much until this dawn of enlightenment shone down upon me this last week.  I cherish Hope and Faith more than ever…I know my dear friend’s that it is SO exhausting to keep believing when bad thing’s happen and happen again, and the pain…oh the pain…the grasping, the desperate yearning to WANT to be able to make it……………………………………………….stop.

Let’s control what we CAN control 100% every single day….let’s pledge to make it continuously……………..start………….the Good that is…the endless Good, the unconditional Good, the compassionate GOOD…keep seeing it, speaking it, hearing it, actioning it, offering it, BEING it.

We are here for such a short time…no matter the time you are born into…make it a GOOD time unto other’s and eternal LOVE will be your deeply appreciated legacy and the most unimaginable glorious LOVE will be your infinite promise when God call’s you home.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

My Poets Heart

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I’ve cut for you a mirror from

a pheasant feather quill

It hangs upon my

Everyword…

Please? Will you render still?

I sit inside this looking glass

lived here for many year’s

Sleeping under parchment sheets

shedding ink-stained tears

I don’t blame the highwayman

nor the angle of the moon

I wrote MYSELF unwritten

Laid to rest Miss Nom de Plume

Now you stand before me

an anonymous reflection

bringing with you all I need

to usher in redemption

This bird once mute and

clipped from flight

now trill’s and contemplate’s new heights!

This Princess trapped twixt

book and shelf

decline’s rescue and

saves HERSELF!

This woman of complexity

believe’s in serendipity

in angel’s, veil’s and galaxies..

the world beneath her pen

I cut for you a mirror

now it’s time for us to part

Your silent observation has made-beat my Poet’s Heart…

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