Take out your Pen ~ Let the Healing Start

Healing Words Poem

Let the Pen flow across the page

Allow it to release all that pent-up rage

Form the words as they are born in your mind

Feel the Lightness as you let go and unwind

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See the Messages we give to ourselves

Pouring out emotions so long-held

Poetry in Motion, Healing at a stroke

As we let go of Anger that we never have spoke

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See the patterns that form into words

Voice them on paper, so they can be heard

They say the Pen is Mightier than the Sword

Know their Power, as we cut the cords

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Words and Letters may jumble and mix

Once Written out loud they can heal and fix

The long-held wounds we hold in our hearts

So take out your Pen- Let the Healing Start!

I have been busy this week enjoying the garden and these last days of Summer Sun. I have been reading  many posts as I try to catch up this week with many of you.. I am Still way behind.. But the theme I am reading this week as I try to catch up, as we all at times seem to link in via our subconscious thoughts is ‘Healing’ .. Be it from Conflict, Grief, Self Judgement or illness or misunderstandings.. 

Learning to share our concerns  as we voice them with others being through family or friends or just writing them down helps release emotional hurts. As we learn to let them go we begin to heal from within.

One thing I would often do when I was hurting so bad, was to write an Angel Letter.. Pouring out the conflict, self judgement, grief and pain.  Allowing the emotions to flow onto paper.. I would offer up my letter to the Angels and then burn the letter asking that all of that emotion be released as I would ask for forgiveness for all concerned..

Thank you all of you who are travelling along with me in my Dreamwalker Journey I so appreciate your company and friendships . The above poem was penned last year and I thought it apt to add again today..

I also noticed how many more have joined Dreamwalker’s Sanctuary and started to follow recently the numbers have jumped this last couple of weeks who have started to follow I welcome you and please make yourselves known..

Love and Blessings

And I know so many parts of the world need our healing Love right now.

But it all starts with bringing that Love within yourselves

It all Begins with You 

and Healing Your Heart and Loving yourself

Be the Pebble and create Ripples as you Send out your Love

~Sue

And they say she was a Dreamer

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Upwards and outwards she travelled,

 leaving her earth body far below

Knowing all and everything her mind exploded

 like the stars in a firework show

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She whizzed through space walking on air

 that was no longer needed

She knew now that through all of her struggles

She had more than succeeded

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Her third eye glowed in a body now blue

For now, she was the stars in an ocean of new

The blue dot glowed in the distance of time

And no longer did she dream for her light was Divine

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In Oneness she merged with All and every heart

She was home and completed

Of all that ever had been and all yet to come

She surrendered to the Cosmos

Knowing her Mission was now done.

By Sue Dreamwalker

The above Image was created by Tom over at Beyond The Sphere, Tom created this image back in July in honour of my blog in a post entitled Dreamwalker 

Tom is on a mission of his own as he attempts to post 2,000 posts before New Years Eve.. Toms blog is both humourous  and entertaining as well as artistic as his stories and images capture our imagination of Life within the Mansion and his view from the Window..

This post is to acknowledge Toms generous gift, sorry it has taken so long Tom and I am also  taking  part in his Monthly Challenge.. So I thought to combine his art gift with a poem of my own in his August

Monthly Theme of  Mind Walking

Where there are still a few days left in August for anyone wishing to take part you will find his not so complicated details  on the above link.

I now need to head over to Toms my self and do my usual Long catch up..

Thank you Again Tom.

And I hope all who end up visiting will have a Mind Walking Experience also.

Love and Blessings 

~Sue~

* Steps to Find your Middle Ground

When I find something worth sharing I enjoy passing it along. Vals post ‘Steps to find your Middle Ground’ is well worth the read.. Please go and leave your comments on Vals amazing insightful blog for comments will be closed here,
Have a wonderful weekend and see you all next week..
Love Sue❤

Find Your Middle Ground

find your middle ground

This list is for all the list people out there. Enjoy the steps I have discovered in finding my own middle ground and living life in balance 💛

  • Notice! Take time to pause and be aware of the incredible gift of life that you share with others and with nature. Wake up to the little things. Wake up to  your self. Wake up to it all. This is called living mindfully. Become a keen observer.
  • Accept that life has ups and downs. Really! Some one told us when were little that life should be a breeze. This is called wishful thinking. Be grateful for the highs and graceful in the lows. This is called living life well.
  • Become present. Stop lamenting the past or worrying about tomorrow.  Living is in each moment. Now. Take a deep breath.  Then an other.  Notice you are still here… not there.
  • Get to know…

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Problems with WordPress..

Hello my friends..

I am trying to catch up with you, but it appears many of my comments are just disappearing when I visit blogs from my emails.. Yet when I visit from the reader they appear to stick and are visible..

Is any one else having these problems?

I thought it may have been the fact I changed my email address in WP, that was last week… But WP is recognising me. And I reset all my settings just to make sure..

If you have recieved a recent Like from me today could you please check your spam boxes please as I may well have been spammed again!..

Thank you for your patience.. And if you have any to spare.. I will gladly take a little this evening

In the mean time I send you some flowers  from my garden.. while I try to fathom it out..

Vase of Flowers

 

 

Light at the End of Every Tunnel

View of the Dales from the trail

Last weekend we went walking among our favourite hills in the Derbyshire Peak District.  And walked the old railway track that has now been turned into a cycle path since many of the country’s railway tracks were sadly ripped up when Dr Beeching Axed many lines across the country in the 60’s. ( I am hoping when you click these photo’s they will enlarge this time for a better view  as it didn’t work previously)

You can see why I love the Peak District with its hills and valleys. A Little like life nothing is ever smooth for we all of us at times have obstacles to climb and overcome.

And like any road map, we are free to choose which road to travel. We can often get side tracked and detour for a time as we come off the beaten track. Some may well get lost for a time too.. But the road is always there just waiting for us to follow the correct signs to lead us to our intended destinations..

Monsal Dale Map

We set off and parked our car at Hassop. This used to be a Train Station. Now it is a bike hire place for the trail along with it being a book store and Café. 

Setting off on foot  (I do not ride a bike), we made our way to the first Tunnel..

 

The Derbyshire Dales are made up of lots of Rocky Hills

When you think that when the railways were built, these tunnels and tracks were hacked out by hand,  unlike todays tunnels which are calved out with giant machinery.

Victorian Engineering of Monsal Trail 1860

When I was a child we would walk among the limestone outcrops of rock along a Dale near my home called Coombes Dale..  And for those wishing to see more about the walk I would often do as a child, there is a wonderful 10 minute video on this Link you may like which also includes some local history We would be fascinated to see fossils of fish within the rocks..

As I walked the Monsal Trail I found a plaque  confirming that at one time the Dales had been at the bottom of the ocean.

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Like us the Earth is evolving. We Humans think we know so much and yet we know so very little about our Blue Dot that is suspended in Space..  All of us are constantly changing..  As we grow we seldom see those changes ourselves.. It isn’t until we look back we see how far we have travelled and come along our own individual pathways in life that we see Change is constant.

Today we talk constantly about Climate change.. And yes we are contributing to those changes with our Carbon footprints.. But our climate is always changing and was changing well before we had cars and aeroplanes..  Sometimes we are just too close to notice that we are now in the midst of yet another large change. Leading to Mass Migrations and Political upheavals.  Yet this too is opening our heart centres and more of us are growing in awareness through compassion and empathy. And are choosing too alternative lifestyles as those that are waking up seek to slow down and get off the tread-mill of life.

Sometimes we have to go through our Dark Tunnels before we emerge back into the Light.

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Speaking of Mills if you look at the Map you will see many on the trail. The Mills below are  Here is a view of Cressbrook Mills which have been now made into flats.

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But I am getting ahead of myself on the trail. Because as you come out of the Headstock Tunnel which is 490 Metres Long. The View is stunning. You are stood upon a wonderfully built viaduct that bridges the valley below.. I didn’t take this picture this walk but have included one of the Viaduct from another source from

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monsal_Trail The photo below.

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The Above View is as you emerge from Headstock Tunnel from the viaduct. The River Wye is below.. When I was at school our houses were all named after local Rivers and Dales  .. I was in the house of Monsal, the others were Derwent, Wye and  Lathkill. All wonderful places to visit.

Hassop Bike Trail Nr Bakewell to Monsal Dale.This above photo is also an older one I took some years ago of the trail showing how popular the trail is with bikers.

Continuing along the walk you are flanked either side with wonderful views

Cottages nestled in the valley

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You then approach the second tunnel which is called Cressbrook Tunnel

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This tunnel is shorter than the first one, And I took this as we neared the opening at the other end.  No matter how dark the tunnel may get in life .We are never alone.. As these Orbs testify.. Can you see them in the above photo?

Life can be a series of Light and Dark paths, learning to find our balance as we ride through life and keeping to the paths which lead us into greener pastures can sometimes be tricky.. But it is all about finding our balance.. And learning to go with the flow..

Know there is always Light at the end of every tunnel..

And no tunnel is without an end if we keep moving in unity towards the light..  

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I hope you enjoyed the Monsal Trail and for those interested in seeing how these Tunnels were reopened after being closed for such a long time the link below shows detail pictures how the tunnels were made safe and made into a cycle path..

Have a Wonderful week.. I have another busy week planned with my Granddaughter and a date with the Allotments..  For those wanting to keep up with my Gardening exploits you can visit my Gardening Blog HERE.

http://www.forgottenrelics.co.uk/tunnels/monsal.html

 

Skipping Stones~ A Short Story

Out of all the places, why had his mother sent him to stay with his Aunt Maude. He didn’t know anyone in this neighbourhood and didn’t want to go out and get some fresh air as his Aunt kept telling him… He’d much sooner sit and read, and stay in his room.

He didn’t belong here, and what’s more he didn’t want to stay here, as he threw yet another stone into the water. Finally giving way to his Aunts nagging he had gone to explore. He’d walked aimlessly until he found himself at the edge of the lake.

‘Dam!’, he thought, why couldn’t adults just tell you what was going on, instead of all the whispering. Why didn’t they just come out and tell him, instead of thinking they were trying to protect him. He knew things were far from right at home. Why send him all this way, out-of-the-way. Why treat him as if he was a child… He was 15 and still he got treated as if he was in kindergarten.

‘Dam his Dad!’, he thought as he lobbed yet another stone into the water. Bending he picked up another handful of stones. He knew his parents were getting a divorce but why send him out all this way for the Summer. What was wrong with him, why did his Dad want a new family, why didn’t he want to be with him.

 Why can’t things be like they were, why did he go and leave, and why did his Mother get sick?… He’d tried his best to comfort his Mother, but it had been hard, she was never a strong woman, and her health had always been fragile, but now they said it was her mind that was fragile, and she needed to rest… He knew he could take care of her.

‘Dam! Dam! …DAM!’ … as stone  after stone splashed the surface of the lake.

He’d only been with his Aunt for 4 days and already he disliked all he’d seen. The town, if you could call it a town was a main street of different shops, the usual hardware and Liquor stores, and a small cafe, the library and the Sheriff’s Office and the Church. And that was it as far as he could see

 He’d walked down to the library yesterday with his Aunt who had got him a couple of books out for him to read which he’d chosen. Later while his Aunt Maude had some shopping to do he had walked to where the school-house was. It had looked dull and run down from the outside it needed a lick of paint, there was no life as it was a Saturday and school holidays didn’t start until next week… He thought about the few friends he had back home. Well at least he had started his long Summer break one week earlier before them he thought.

 He couldn’t see any Parkland, but he had yet to explore further, and from the looks of things there was nothing worth doing around here. The only life he’d seen was yesterday Market day when the Town seemed to buzz into life as people from the outskirts set up their stalls and brought in their wares to sell, and he’d had to endure being dragged around by his Aunt, who had taken pains to introduce him to what seemed every woman in town… God how embarrassing was that.

‘Dam this place’… Splashed another pebble.

It was then he heard the noise behind him, he stopped throwing the stones to look around from the lakes edge to find a Girl staring at him half hidden in the bushes. As soon as she saw him she came out into the open… She smiled, but he wasn’t in the mood for smiling, and as he had one pebble left in his hand he thought he’d try his hand at skimming it. He had been quite good back home, but the shape wasn’t too good and as his eyes followed, it bounced twice.

 Arrh well. at least it bounced he thought.

He shielded his eyes from the Sun to take a better look at the Girl who looked a similar age to himself., She looked kind of ragged, with rolled up trousers which had a few holes in them and none too clean either by the looks as she had stains all over them, and on her hands.

 Her hair was caught back in a ponytail. The Sunlight played on her face, he saw a fresh complexion and a smirk on her lips. She smiled as she came out into the open she bent down near the water’s edge and retrieved something from the ground, to then bend back and arch her body to throw a pebble of her own across the water….

 ‘Wow’ he thought she can throw, as the pebble flew at chest height out across the lake to bounce, one,.. two,… three and yes just a fourth time as it skipped across the smooth surface.. ‘Hummm he thought Not bad for a girl’.

He watched her grinning back, and he acknowledges her grin by raising his hand to his forehead to Salute back. As he turned back into the thicket, he smiled to himself. ‘Humm maybe it wasn’t going to be so boring after all!’……

© Sue Dreamwalker 2010 All rights reserved.

This was part of a larger story I wrote 6 years ago,  still archived which I have recently revisited to edit..  I thought a change is often as good as a rest as they say.  And thought you may like this little interlude of a Short Story.. And I may well expand upon it in the future.  Who Knows?..

Wishing you ALL a wonderful Weekend..

~Sue~

 

The Picture Credit is from Google Sources  Link HERE.

 

Beloved Ones: God Is A Verb

Today I have spent a few hours catching up on the blogs I have not visited in a while and repaying visits of recent follows.. I want to share this beautiful post by Mother WinterMoon her words here need to be heard I love her wisdom within her thoughts I am sure you all will too
Have a delightful week my friends

Comments are closed.. So please share your thoughts with The Original Author  Thank you
~Sue~

Mother Wintermoon

I published this last year, and felt the ‘nudge’ to republish it today. Thank you for reading and being here.

divine feminine healing shechinah
Many of you wonder which beliefs to follow.
Many are torn this way and that,
Not sure what to think.
Not sure if the stories you are told,
Are true.
You do not need ancient tomes to know me
You do not need houses of prayer to speak to me
You do not need holy books to find me.
I am inside of you
All around you
In the animate and the inanimate.
I am a verb and I am a noun.
I am female and I am male.
I am mystical and I am mundane.
I am organic and I am inorganic.
I am supernatural and I am flesh and blood.
I am finite and I am The Infinite.

I am *Ehyeh-asher-ehyeh
I am that which I am

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Travelling Back Home.~ Well Dressings~

Well Dressings 2016

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I travelled back to the place I grew up last weekend. It brought back so many memories for me. Of a time when I was a young girl with no idea of where life would take me.

Each Sunday I would walk the 15 minutes  distance of the village from our home to walk up to the Chapel where we would go to Sunday School in the Methodist Chapel.  Often we would walk it twice a day on Sunday as we went to afternoon service and evenings on a special occasion, such as Easter or Harvest Festivals..

I  being the eldest of 5 siblings  would  lead my bother and 3 sisters by the hand as we would  Sing in the choir, often being the only choir some weeks. I often think we were made to go, just so as my Mother and Father could get some peace for a couple of hours.

Old Methodist Church Stoney Middleton Now a private Dwelling

Old Methodist Church Stoney Middleton Now a private Dwelling

 

On my revisit last weekend I walked that same distance, today however the chapel is no long a place of worship  but converted into a private dwelling.

At one time I would have been able to name every one who lived in our village by name.  Now apart from a few relations and old family’s  still there  most are  now strangers,  

 

Below is where I did the Maypole dance when I was a child with the village junior school. Weaving in and out holding coloured ribbons we would dance in front of the Parish Church St Martin’s. Bunting was spread out between the houses as it is now. We would practice long hours at  Stoney Middleton Primary  School so as we would not get our ribbons all twisted wrongly as we made our webs and patterns  with the ribbons around the Maypole as the boys and girls skipped around.. 

The Nook was where I would do the Maypole as a child

The Nook was where I would do the Maypole as a child

 Back then the older children of the village were allowed to help make the boarders of the main Well Dressing, while the adults created the main body of the wells. I am unsure as to how the village now organises its creation.

So what is a Well Dressing?  

Stoney Middleton Well Dressing 2016

Stoney Middleton Well Dressing 2016

A Well Dressing is an old custom that the Village of Stoney Middleton has now been taking part in for the last 80 years. It is the Thanksgiving for the Spring water supply that dates back to ancient times of 1600 BC when the Peak District was occupied by a tribe of people called the Brigantia’s  who took their name from Brigantia ( the Holy One ) a Goddess who was a protector that formed a bridge between the Spiritual and Material Worlds.  Below her lay many lesser’] ‘Deities’ who were believed to be embedded in stone and Trees. The most special of these were the Rowan and the Oak trees. But also Water that sprung from the wells from out of the Limestone and grit-stone was revered

Many of these Springs were warm.. And the one in Stoney Middleton  pictured here with this beautiful  Woodpecker which my nephew  designed Here  is a Thermal Spring. ..

Welldressings over Natural Spring This spring feeds the old Roman Bath House the temp' of the water is a constant 63 degrees,

Well-Dressings over Natural Spring. This Thermal Spring feeds the old Roman Bath House the temp’ of the water is a constant 63 degrees.

 These springs were thought to come from the fiery underworld. The Spring Here is a constant temperature of     63 Degs even in winter. And today as back in my  younger days, many of the villages would take there cars to the trough that overspills onto the road leading to the cemetry and wash their cars in warm water.

So back in those ancient times effigies were placed along with offerings near these caves and springs as the water was felt to have healing properties .  Which led to the wells being dressed on May the 1st as an offering to the spring festival of Beltane  as springs of flowers and branches would be left to honour Spring. The custom progressed within the  Christian Churches  which is carried on today called Well Dressing Week.

Children's Welldressing made by the village school chidren. This years theme is Noah's Ark

Children’s Well-Dressing made by the village school children. This years theme is Noah’s Ark

Many of the villages grow flowers in their gardens and allotments specifically to collect the petals and leaves.. The frame is made and filled with clay mixture.. When I was a child the adults would soak the clay in the local brook. And Everyone would have to work quickly, often we as children would carefully peel the petals so they were separated and we were allowed to do certain parts.. While the main picture was done by the adults who knew what they were doing. All of this is done voluntary.

 

Events are scheduled throughout the village week.. With Tug of War,  Brass Bands, Maypole Dancing, Treasure Hunts, Cake stalls and competitions, while others have made cards, sell plants, and seeds and all proceeds are shared out among village projects  and charities.

Below you can see the separate Petals used, and the seeds, pebbles, bark, leaves and stems used to create the Picture forming the Well Dressings.

Bluetit created from petals and feathers , Bark is also used.

Blue-tit created from petals and feathers , Bark is also used to create the tree branch.

Here is the restored Roman Bath House..

 More can be found here about the Roman Baths and Stoney Middleton HERE

We walked around some of the village reminiscing as we went . Here I used to walk to the shop which was at the time of my childhood one of two in the village. We also had a Post office and 3 Pubs back then.. Sadly this is the state of the front of the Old shop now..  There are no shops or Post Office in the village now.. The nearest shop and post office is in the next village or local Town..  And there is only now One Pub left in the village which is the Moon Inn.. which is steeped in its own History and Dark Past which can be found HERE.  A sad state of the times as people bought the house attached to the back but as yet have let the front shop fall into decay. 

Old shop and One time Post office

Old shop and One time Post office

Before we left we went to say goodbye to some old family and friends who are  no longer with us but who are close to us in spirit, And I said good bye as I reflected how quickly these last 41 years have sped by since I left the village for good when I got married in 1975..

Reflections

Reflections of a time so loved..

If you want to find out more and see more of past well dressings you can see the progress of how one is made then click the link  Here

All Above photo’s were taken by myself

Source’s:

http://stoneymiddletonwelldressing.org/Gallery/building_a_well/

http://www.derbyshire-peakdistrict.co.uk/stoneymiddleton.htm

 

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