The Gift~ of Innocence
03 Apr 2012 64 Comments
in Earth Changes, Inner Chatter, Mind Body & Spirit, Poems, Short Stories. Tags: Butterfly, Cycles, Earth Mother, life, Nature, transformation. Thoughts Earth Changes. Short Stories
She sat upon the log staring into thin air when it landed.
Her gaze took in every detail of its delicate form as it sat resting upon the fabric of her flowing skirt.
She wanted to to move her hands, and bend closer to look. But she knew any sudden movement would disturb this beautiful creature.
Lovingly her eyes took in the wonderful structure of its delicate form, she saw the minute hairs upon its legs and body.
She found she was holding her breath, fearing even the slightest breeze would break the spell of its arrival..
The Sun was warm and as if to say to her this creature felt at home where it had landed it opened its wings wide to reveal its amazing colours.
She traced her gaze through its many veins upon its wings to marvel at how it was formed with such precision. Its long tongue uncurled for a second to touch the fabric exploring the folds, She looked into its eyes and wondered what it must be like to viewing the world through them. As it flew high over fields and blossoms.
Her gaze misted and a salty tear fell beside this Wondrous Gift. As it landed the spell was broken, for the winged creature flew up hovering for a few seconds as it fluttered in its farewell dance above her head to fly higher….
Her gaze followed with a heart so full of love as she saw its innocence and perfection – Then in one heart stopping moment her heart plunged in dismay as another winged creature flew at is so fast she barely saw but the blur of its flight as the Swift took hold of the Butterfly and it was gone……….
She had witnessed these final few moments of its precious life and it had chosen to share its gift of them with her..
More tears fell as she gazed once more into the abyss of thought, and the cycles of life and the way of the World….and the loss of Innocents ..
© Sue Dreamwalker – 2012 All rights reserved.
The Journey Begins.
20 Jan 2012 32 Comments
in Earth Changes, Inner Chatter, Mind Body & Spirit, Short Stories. Tags: 2012, Changes, Energies, life, Truth
The Journey has begun~
Life leads us forever along a journey, have you ever wondered how it is we seem to travel along our different paths, often oblivious to the whys and wherefores of our existence.
Have you never thought back to all those people you met and wondered how they came into your life? I am a great believer that people come and go throughout our lives as our pathways cross, each of us bring something to the other, even though we may never see what that is…
Nothing is ever by chance…
Looking back at my childhood years I remember little, and yet I remember much. I remember my Maths Teacher, Miss Lomas, a buxom woman who retired the year after I left School.. Miss Lomas was also my Music Teacher. Now in her maths class, I was below average, especially in mental arithmetic, ( No Calculators in my day it was long division) and all that working out I often got lost and would peer over my class-mates shoulder in the hope to find where I was going wrong.. But in my Music class I played the recorder and sang in the choir, In my last year at school age 15 I was presented with the music prize on Speech Day, it was the book of music ‘Handles Messiah’ a book which still stands with pride upon my bookshelf today.
Miss Lomas could be a really strict teacher and she scared the living daylights out of me in her maths class, as she would grumble at my results and I would strike red pen through my work as she told to correct my mistakes.. But in her Music class I sat near her piano, and she would always come to ask me to sing Middle C which I would sing in perfect tone, as I’d follow the Music from the music scripts. She taught the class to always wear a smile when we sang, but I don’t think I need to be taught, for I loved to sing and I had a permanent grin in Music Class.
We aspire to the things we love in life.
The school I went to was the Secondary Modern School for Girls, girls and boys went to different schools back in my day, it was only the Grammar Schools where they were mixed, the Grammar Schools were where you went if you passed your 11Plus exam, where the brainy kids went, this exam we sat aged 11 to determine which school we went to for the rest of our school years, needless to say I failed…
I failed I guess because I wasn’t bright at spelling or maths, But I was very good at drawing, and artwork something I took after my Dad for.. This system later got abolished, as Comprehensive schools came in later.
Where Am I going with all of this? Well it’s all about people and Language, and how they come into your life and set your path, and when I arrived at my Secondary Girls School I was shy and a bit of a loner, I wasn’t one for conversation, and didn’t easily mix. In fact, because our family were not well off, we couldn’t afford the proper uniform, something I would always be getting pointed out in assembly as I was told to go to the headmistresses office for not wearing correct uniform, as my Mother had handmade my summer dress and she thought to put a lace collar on my red gingham dress, her sewing machine couldn’t do button holes, (it wasn’t electric but a treadle machine, you older generation of ladies out their will remember some of these) So I had press studs all the way down the front of my dress.. This dress was made three sizes too big for me, and lasted me 3 yrs, as the hem and seems were let out and out. So too were my shoes, Big black ones, that were miles too big, I had cotton wool in the end of my toes, and my legs looked like Mini Mouse out of Disneyland. These too lasted me years and I jumped for joy when the soles wore out, and cried when my dad re-soled them again.
One of those childhood memories looks back with fondness at my English Teacher, Mrs Woodhouse, Now she saw in me something I think, for she would give me tasks to help her, and she saw my love of listening to the stories she would read out..She gently encouraged me to read out loud in class, as I’d turn red faces she saw how I would struggle with words that I didn’t understand and could never spell.. She introduced me to Books, she would take me to one side and take me into her library of books in her store cupboard and pick one out and say –‘take that home, no need to tell anyone else, keep it and read it and let me know what you think when you have finished’.. I would devour those books, they would transport me to a different world.. I would read and I could shut out all of the arguments in my reality, and I would devour their words as the pictures flew across my mind as the characters came to life from their pages.. I would bring them to life, as I would laugh along with them; cry their tears, as I journeyed along their life’s paths, feeling their sorrows, sharing their joys.
Language can take us on remarkable Journeys.
Language communicates our thoughts as we speak and as we write them down. Language is a tool as we weave our stories, share our information and experience, Language throughout our world holds many similarities, as different countries even hold similar words and meanings.
Words get altered in dialect, shortened, lengthened altered added to, omitted, used as slang.. Words are the means for us to communicate.. Whereby in other cultures use their stories as they pass them down verbally through generation to generation, some using pictures and paintings to help explain their past. Some calving out symbols in stone.. While others in History have decided to write and record what they have seen or been told.
Just as my teachers touched my life, I am now touching yours as you read my words, I weave my own images across your mind as I use my words to describe my events of my past history.
I may not have remembered it in accurate detail, as my memory remembers only the good bits and the bad bits,, other bits in-between have got lost. The bits I don’t want to share with you I omit, I don’t tell you.. Or I could just be making it all up and telling you a load of fiction..
You have to decide… What feels right to you?
So too we are taught in school, we are given the tools of language, and told this is Truth, we believe it because we have no cause not to believe it.. But what if some of our History was mixed up when written down, distorted, omitted, added to, and moulded…
Historians, Archaeologists, and Scientist can’t explain some of the greatest mysteries of the world.. We think that Pyramids are just in Egypt, when they are in Peru, Mexico, China, all over… In fact in China they are letting trees grow over them so no one can see them.. Pyramids have been found under the ocean..
Ancient Mysteries are the key to unfolding our Answers
It’s a little like those sailors long ago thinking they would sail off the edge of the world… With knowledge we perceive things differently.. I have always felt a little different.. apart…. something I cannot explain.. This has led me to search, I am still searching.. But I have always had an open mind.. I want those who travel along with here to open their minds, to other possibilities, Nothing is cast in stone.. History is being made every day… I am asking you to take another look with me and
Question The tools we are taught with..
© Sue Dreamwalker – 2012 All rights reserved.
The Now..Gift…
25 Aug 2011 20 Comments
in Inner Chatter, Short Stories. Tags: Now, thoughts
What was the now moment? was it this breath she took as she breathed in the Sunny Breeze. Was it her gaze as she opened her eyes to the sky seeing in front of her a haze of insects as they hovered above her head
She wondered now about the insects as they congregated darting this way and that, each busy doing its own thing, each on its own journey, and yet who ever gave them a passing thought?.
She had, just now… there it was again.. the NOW Moment… How do you keep your thoughts in the Now moment? as she was deflected again from her moment as a plane passed overhead. She followed its path across the sky. it was a small biplane the noise from its engine changing as it circled and banked.. She wondered where it was going what it was doing as she brought her gaze back.
The clouds were thicker again and the breeze had picked up.
She told herself … Focus!…….. Focus!…… Focus!..
What do you want from your ‘Now Moments’? Can all Now Moments be positive moments? Why did she feel so sad?
She thought about that deeply…. She couldn’t answer her question, because to look at her answer took her away from her Now Moment into the Past, which in turn catapulted her into the future.
A future she so often saw, which she wished she couldn’t. A future which she could create within the ‘Now’…
All thoughts being living energy she knew that, she knew she had to construct her thoughts like building blocks. She needed to build her future, she needed to understand she didn’t need to tear down the past brick by brick, for within the Past lay her foundations which were indeed the bedrock which had led to her Now… She needed to construct now that place in the future.
She saw how she had needed her Past to gain strength. She needed only to sit within her Now Moment to understand Every Moment, Every Single One has a Gift…
That’s Why they call it ‘The Present’
The Moment.
21 Aug 2011 14 Comments
in Inner Chatter, Short Stories. Tags: Memories., thoughts
How long could she shut out the World? To open her eyes would allow the harsh light of day to blind her vision. A vision she no longer wished to see. She had witnessed cruelty beyond measure of Man’s inhumanity to man.
If she kept her eyes closed she could shut the world out. She could stop the constant chatter; the inaudible rabble the world threw out, the constant noise of the ‘woe is me’, ‘the I have not’, ‘the I want’ and ‘it’s mine’
Within the darkness behind her closed eyelids she could create a perfect world. A world of love and healing, a world of unity and sharing, a world of giving and receiving. A selfless world of Peace.
She wished this throbbing in her temples would cease, in fact it was at such times as these she wished she could just vanish completely. But as soon as the thought appeared she vanquished it from her mind, she knew she still had to fulfil her destiny, complete her mission, she knew her ‘Time’ was not yet.
‘Time’ ….everything had its Season, a time to sow a time to reap, ………
Harvest Time, ….. Now there she could focus, she knew all about harvest time… (We plough the seeds and scatter the good seed on the land) arrgh she thought what seeds indeed did we sow. Again she was a child, running, carefree, laughing.. Oh to have that feeling back, to wake each day with that Joy and spring in her step. To view the world with untainted innocence.
She wished Time would open up its ticking hands just to hold her still. To stop her thoughts from racing off into the future or slipping into the past. She wished Time would hold her still within that ‘moment’.
She laughed out loud, the sound echoed within the tunnel of her thoughts like an alien train. She’d had many ‘moments’ and each of them had been a ‘Now moment’ but she had let them All slip away as she looked over her shoulder as the shadows of the past crept up. Or she chased them into her future wishing them to come.
The salty brine oozed from beneath her eyelids, but she still refused to open them. Where did all those ‘Now’ moments go? Lost, gathered up in vague recollections.
The Light squeezed a ray of silver under her lids as the salt stung at her eyes.. Her temples throbbed in unison with her heart, pounding now within the cage beneath her breasts. A cage she had placed herself in. The rays of light filtered through her lashes creating prisms of colours that darted in lines she counted them, One,…… two,…….. three………………….
She opened her eyes with a start, the Sun had come out from behind the clouds.. She was back within the ‘Now’.. and a smile once again touched her lips for she realised she could live within the Now Moment any time she wished.. For ALL Moments are Now moments..
She just needed to believe and Live and ‘breathe’.. Every Moment Now….
© Sue Dreamwalker – 2011 All rights reserved.
Home Coming.
19 Aug 2011 27 Comments
in Inner Chatter, Short Stories. Tags: Hawk. Home. Short Story, Memories.
She lay upon the bank of grass hands behind her head looking up at the sky. The clouds were fluffy like she remembered when a child as they drifted slowly in front of the pale blue sky.
A bird called out in the distance, she listened again to its call, she recognised it as the call of a Grouse way off to her left. A butterfly, small and brown flew by her as she turned to look at the meadow flowers, knowing them all like old friends.
The Hazelnut Tree was directly in her line of vision as she saw the clusters of nuts still pale not ripe to be picked. Her mind flew back to childhood when her father took her nutting, gathering nuts from the trees sweet and small, and how she’d spend time cracking their shells opening up their delightful centres to place them upon a small dish sprinkled with salt. The hours of patient harvesting, cracking, gone in a second of delicious sensations upon the taste-buds.
She tasted them again now in her mind as she thought of another hill many years later. The climbing of rocks as she scattered the ashes of memories laying to rest her father in his favourite Valley of walks
The breeze stirred her mind back to look at the clouds which now had become a little thicker in the sky blotting out the Sun for a while… She shuddered and lifted herself up as the tears of her lost childhood washed down her face.
A voice at her side spoke in soft gentle tones whispering within her mind, she listened intently as she looked at the Hazelnut Tree.. The Voice recounted a story of long ago of a journey of souls, a journey where they knew everything had purpose, and everything had reason. She heard the voice tell her of a vow made long, long ago.. She knew then, as she knew now, that her story was only just unfolding.
Held within the threads of her searching her journey started long ago upon a vessel in the ocean of life as she set sail upon her course to weave the creation of her present position. She was almost home. But first she knew a story needed to be told.. One so powerful it set her tingling… She looked up again to the Sky and saw two Hawks circling in the sky above her.. She smiled content.
She lay back upon the grass and put her hands behind her head once again, closed her eyes to remember where it first began…
She was Almost Home………………….
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