finding-my-bliss

The checkout girl uttered in a soft sweet voice almost as an afterthought as I was leaving "happy new year", I think she knew I needed to hear that! Her tinkling voice sounded like I would imagine an angel's voice sounds. Immediately the pain rose all the way from my gullet right up into my head now awash with tears. I could not hold back the avalanche any longer, it took just one kind word from a stranger for the release to start, all the pent-up emotion of the last few days, weeks, year.......... she'll never know how touched and thankful I was to hear that little affirmation of human kindness! The year seems to be ending on a dark note the same as it started.  I have been very ill over Christmas and the weeks before I have not felt too well.  Party plans had to be aborted, spending time with my son and family all had to be postponed, added to that we have also been under flood threat due to the increased rainfall, so our furniture was raised off of t...

My love and I recently had a conversation about re-cycling, he is very knowledgeable on these subjects you know, he takes great delight in explaining the details in depth to me which I very often forget, I simply have not got the capacity for it ;~) On this one occasion though it has penetrated very deeply! He explained how some types of garbage cannot be re-cycled but must go to land-fill, I sighed "oh dear", He said "but what they do is this, they layer up the garbage with other composites then insert pipes through the layers in-order to tap off the methane gas to be used for other purposes". This connected on more than one level for me, I recently read these words but am not sure where so don't know who to credit - (please forgive me)  'Let your pain become rocket fuel for Love'! If we could harness our pain, emotional and physical - re-cycling it into love how powerful this would be. I have had a good dose of bo...

My heart weeps before the sun for the mothers who will be finding ordinary wash days now filled with pain, longing to see a vest or a dress blowing in the wind, instead empty hands and heavy hearts become weighted down with the nothingness. I pray there will come a healing in its own due course for the mothers, the fathers, the brothers and the sisters.  May all who have been touched by such an unthinkable thing, find comfort. In sympathy with my sisters over the ocean. Linking with ~ Recuerda mi Corazon  

My first encounter with Mary was quite a while ago now, I must have been about five or six years old at the time, it was in the little country church of my home where my ancestors lay in the grounds outside. I don't remember all of the details but what I do remember vividly was the feeling I had when I saw the angels with their incredible wings, I so wanted a pair of those wings, I wanted to fly! Instead they wrapped a blue cloth around my head and stood me next to Donald Burton! I think, but am not sure, that I had learnt some words to say to Donald! The thing I was most sure about though was the feeling I had when they took the baby doll off of me! At the time I couldn't have cared less about the 'Starring Role' I was chosen to perform at All Saint's Church nave, before my parents, teachers, vicar and community, but the indignity of being given a baby doll then taking it off of me was too much, let alone ...

Sometimes connections come spontaneously..... The inspiration is here with me today.... I'm flying after what feels like an eternity of being grounded.... My one constant dream is that I can fly, the feeling is fabulous,  I find myself being transported off the earth,  sometimes with a downward movement of the hands and arms  somewhat like a bird flapping the wings, but I am pushing against gravity and magically propelling myself upwards  where ~ I am among the clouds flying over land masses at speed!  I'm wondering why everyone doesn't join me, it is so natural... Her drawer remains the same, untouched  personal items,  underwear, socks ,  a bottle of perfume tucked away  so as not to clutter the shared dressing table.  "I'll leave them" she says " just in case I come back", I think what she meant was, she may return to the former days, ones we want to leave behind!  The unspeakable days, should we have...

These gentle moments, nestled with the ones I love, in Mary's embrace. Virgin a Day Linking with Haiku my Heart Recuerda mi Corazon  

What am I going to do with this one beautiful day? It's yoga day, and yes yoga calls, but something is calling me louder! I have been having sleepless nights lately, health issues are causing me distress, me and the doc are sorting this! Meanwhile I have vowed to use the moments between the discomfort to 'revel in' as Susan Jeffers puts it "those exquisite moments"! This morning I have a yearning to share: Sometimes when I wake in the night I see this enormous star dangling in the blackness, it is so bright and beautiful my heart fills from its radiance, then as I look further into the sky and see hundreds of star jewels it reminds me they are like the multitude of exquisite moments in our lives. As with the blackness of a clear night sky, in life's ''dark night' somehow the jewels sparkle that much brighter, are more precious.  In making my vow to become more aware of these jewel like exquisite moments, I have observed somet...

Today I'm taking a little me time, doing what I love to do, just digital doodling. My mind has been on dolls, motherhood, Mary and the coming season. Recently an acquaintance posted about  ' Rag Doll ',  this is me at the moment, I feel a bit like a rag doll, the stuffing has been knocked out a little. So I'm taking time to just be, to gather myself, to see where I can patch things up a bit, maybe a dash of rouge will do the trick!  I'm giving myself some 'Mary mother love'. I'm sending back my thanks via Virgin a Day Recuerda mi Corazon I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world; Her cheeks were so red and so white; dears, And her hair was so charmingly curled. But I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the heath one day; And I cried for her more than a week, dears; But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor ...