Morning Breaks into Song.

 

Morning breaks and all is still and pure

The warm breeze is fresh with calm expectation

As a new day dawns.

Then on wind comes first one, then many voices

Each greeting a new day, knowing not what it will bring. ,

I listen to their song, each trill, each chirp rings out in greeting

Their symphony rises as each sing to be heard, as messages

Are passed among the tree tops.

I pick out the blackbird, the Robin, and the Sparrow

Sadly, it’s a while since I heard the sweet Song Thrush

And I ponder upon a Birds Life.

To wake with such joy, no thought of worry

Living in the Now of every moment

Accepting opportunities as they busy themselves in finding food

Catching insects, worms and making the most of human kindness

As they feed from the bird tables and drink from the bird baths.

 

And So a poem is born…

First Light, the early bird catches the worm

The Blackbird

Morning breaks and all is still

Until the Blackbird makes his trill

To call upon all who will listen

As morning dew in sunlight glistens

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First one, then two, then a multitude

Their joy in song they do exude

Imparting greetings of a brand-new day

I often wonder what messages they convey.

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As Sparrow chirps and Robin sings

Each not knowing what the day will bring

Yet each in tree on branch sings out

No worry in mind or do they doubt

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That upon the wing enough food they’ll find

No regrets of fear of future in mind

Living each moment as it arrives

Knowing enough food Nature will provide

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And yet if we look, we too will see sorrow

As some on wing will not see tomorrow

For Nature creates her balancing act

And that comes from Hawk and next doors cat.

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I ponder then upon sorrow felt, as laments on wing are sung

Lone parents, working twice as hard to rear their young

Yet come the morn, I hear their voice

As a New Dawn rises, they sing and rejoice

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Would that we Humans could sing our Songs

To know each day, we were so strong

That we could Trust and live in our Now

Thank you Blackbird

You teach me how..

Blackbird greeting the day on our garden

 

© Sue Dreamwalker 2017.

I hope you take a moment or two to pause, breathe deep and listen to nature, she is teaching us with her song every day.. I hope you find time to Sing  your Song…..

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Love and Blessings my friends.. 

Creativity in Art and ~ The WOMAN

On one rainy afternoon  I wanted to paint, yet as reached up into the top of my cupboard for a new canvas, out popped among them was this old painting I did when I was messing about one day quite a few years ago now.  

I had never really liked the painting, and have never hung it, but I had hidden it away among my new canvas’ thinking one day I would paint over it. 

Rainbow Angel.. Some of my more abstract art I did several years ago

I looked hard at it and thought well today is the day to rework it..  And as I painted I jotted down my thoughts as different feelings raced through my mind as I altered it to become the finished new painting you see below at the bottom of this post.. 

Here are the words that came to me while painting and when I had finished it.. They speak of the returning feminine energies, and how each of us hold these energies whether we are female or male…    So I give you.. 

The Woman

 

The Woman with closed eyes sits in the circle of dancing light

She breathes in her femininity as she let go of all material form

Naked, she pulls around her energy cloak of rainbows as she prepares her Earth Song

She holds out her hands softly at her sides.

As she rocks gently back and forth, listening to her beating heart.

It matches its rhythm with that of her Earth Mother.

Generations before her have awaited

this time, when the feminine will rise again.

Their Compassion, love and strength will bring back the light from the shadows of the past

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The Woman focuses her inner vision upon the Stars, and her low hum begins to fill the vortex of space surrounding her Aura.

With Dancing spectrum’s that spin in a Kaleidoscope of changing hues. Mixing and blending, the Woman weaves each thread with the notes of Love.

Each Chord a blend of forgiveness to each deed against the feminine energies. Her face is still, almost translucent as she let go of Anger, bitterness and sorrow.

The woman is no longer tied to the Earth but becomes detached from All Fear

Replenishing her emotions only with Love , Acceptance and Gratitude

The Vortex spins ever faster as time slips away, She gives thanks for all she has been and to all she is yet to become.

Knowing infinity will hold her forever in the moment of Now..

Written June 1^st 2017

© Sue Dreamwalker 2017

The Woman ~ Feminine Energies ~ Painting in Acrylics 40cms x 30 cms

If I am late answering any of your comments here and catching up with you.  It is because I am pursuing my own Earth Song…  Enjoying Summer, Family time of special Birthdays,  and of course keeping up with my Garden posts of which you will find at Dreamwalker’s Garden 

Love and Blessing

~Sue~  

 

On behalf of Mom: Thank you!

To all of those who sent Irene your wonderful healing thoughts and prayers, I would like you to read a response from her Son and daughter Klaus and Claire..
Irene is now awake and responding to treatment.
Many thanks for your love and please continue to hold Irene in your loving thoughts.

Comments will be closed here..

IreneDesign2011

Dear readers,

This post is written by Claire, Irene’s daughter. Mom has been at the hospital since Thursday the 8th of June and is still there.

After many days of sleeping she finally woke up. She is still in the intensive care unit and will need some time to recover. We are not sure if it will take weeks before she will be home again.

Mom is a private person and to her it was a big deal even revealing that she doesn’t feel well. So for her sake I will allow her to decide which details to share and which details she wishes to keep to herself. But I would like to assure you that the issues she is having are physical and not mental.

To Mom, her blog and fellow bloggers mean the world. She tells us about her friends, about common interests and about why she likes…

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Beauty is Within us All.

During the night I awoke, and wrote so many thoughts down as I tried to sift through the debris cluttering up my mind as I had woken up yesterday to the radio in the morning of the terrible news of the London  Flats Tower Block Inferno.. 

Sometimes we only see the harsh exterior of the world, through the lens of those whose camera’s try to tell us this is our reality. As it seems the media flit from one tragedy to another around our world. And yet amidst all of this tragedy I am witnessing so much LOVE.. 

The Cube Chatsworth Flower show 2017 click image  to take you to the link for more information.

 

For most of the day, I sort out solitude in quiet contemplation and prayer to send out my love to all who were experiencing grief, and loss of their loved ones friends and neighbours.  I also kept sending to our WordPress Friend Irene.. Even my husband said I looked liked a lost soul, as I seemed to feel so many hearts bursting with tears.. 

In the evening we had company, and as we discussed the terrible events. But what was emerging  was that how brilliant it was to see the London community come together.. It mattered not what race, religion, or if they were Poor or Well off.. Each story that I had seen unfold told of many hearts giving to others that in that moment were in need of love and healing..

Looking through the tiny holes in the granite to the garden held inside the cube.

Some gave money, others gave clothes and food. Lots who didn’t know what else to give, just handed out huge HUGS.. To comfort those still awaiting news of relatives and friends..

The images I have chosen to accompany this post I took on my visit to spend the day at the RHS Chatsworth Flower Show not far from my old village where I grew up at the end of last week . If you click the Chatsworth link you can see the many gardens that won medals etc.. It was such a beautiful Day. One that will last long within my memory ..

Foxglove inside the cube

The Foxglove happens to be among one of my favourite flowers, And I have several shades of them in my front garden. I do not have them in my back garden where my granddaughter plays, as they are poisonous..  Strange as  I write of the heart, that these flowers in particular hold chemicals that affect the heart,  Digitalis is poisonous; it can be fatal even in small doses.

We are all us being fed toxins that affect our hearts one way or another, as we allow ourselves to be led into division whether that be through politics, religion, or race.. 

Foxglove inside the cube, another pin hole view inside the cube.

So I choose the share some of the memories of my Beautiful Day, as I thought these pictures apt, Showing us that no matter how dark our world may seem or how stark it appears on the outside, no matter what chaos we face. When we join together in Unity and we really Look within, and when it matters the most and others are in crisis, the beauty within comes spilling out… For We all hold this Beauty  of Love deep within ourselves..  This has been echoed so beautifully in the wonderful prayers and responses to Amy in my re-blog of her appeal for healing to send to Irene..

 Many thanks to all of you who have held Irene in your prayers. Amy says she is slowly responding, but far from well as she is still in an induced sleep..

Isn’t it just a shame it takes great tragedies to bring that kindness and love out of ourselves..  This brought home again, just how Love unites us All..

My love and heartfelt prayers are being sent to all in West London who have suffered so much loss..

Love and Blessing

 Hymn to Annûmara

 

 

 

A Friend In Trouble

I have been alerted today via Amy https://herladypinkrose.wordpress.com about the illness of a good blogging friend Irene, https://irenedesign2011.com/
who is very ill and in hospital in intensive care..

I would ask all those who know Irene, and those who do not as yet know this lovely lady who makes wonderful jewellery and yet spends a lot of her time visiting other people’s blogs and wishing them well. If they will send out a prayer of healing to Irene..

Her family are very distraught and have asked Amy to help as they do not know her blogging password etc.

Please leave your prayers and thoughtful comments on the original post over at Amy’s so that Claire might see them ..

Sending Irene, my thoughts and prayers as I ask that the healing Angels surround Irene to help bring about her full recovery..

Love and Thank you to you all ..
Sue xx

Connecting Beyond

I was just notified this morning that a good friend of mine, Irene (IreneDesign2011), is very ill in a hospital in her city.  Her daughter, Claire, requested help from me to get the word out that her Mother needs prayer, Light and Energy, good thoughts, sent now.  If any of you know Irene will you please reblog this post and assist me to get to as many of Irene’s friends as possible so they know about this situation?

The following is the exact message Claire, Irene’s daughter requested I write in this post:

“I am not sure who is reading this but I hope it is read by Irene’s friends and followers.  I am her daughter, my name is Claire, and would like to give you an update on this story.  As I cannot guess her password to the computer, I cannot write a separate post for you to receive…

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Rainbow Light Dance. Within the Garden of Love

View from my swing

Silence becomes my friend as I sit in the dappled light upon my swinging seat. Rocking back and forth as I lift my feet from the ground, I become lighter than air.

Lulled in the rhythm, like a babe in arms, I’m content. A smile spreads across my lips as my ‘Knowing’ unfolds the deep mysteries of my existence.

Flower of the climbing hydrangea

Lifetimes are stripped back,  like the darkness, they disappear, as the Sun makes her appearance over the horizon as the New Dawn Awakes.

Each struggle, every action, and every choice ever made has brought me to this moment

of who I AM.

The Sun catches my face sending its warmth across my skin. I see it glow beneath closed lids. My smiles grow wider as I welcome my old friend.

As if in answer, the breeze lifts, and the chimes sing their welcome. Bringing harmonic sound to share among the dancing butterflies.

Chimes, crystals and Butterflies

Opening my eyes, shafts of rainbow prism’s filter onto the quartz, showing me the hidden beauty our eyes rarely see.

Each Prism a dance of love

I give thanks for this moment, as I let go of expectation, accepting myself in this moment as the Being that I AM.

A constant evolving soul, perfecting her faults that have served to bring her to this Perfect Moment.

She lets go of all that she was, as she embraces all she is to Become.

All she ever has been,

Remembering All that she is, in the moment of Now

All else disappears into the next moment and the next, and the next.

The breeze brushes her face for a second and it’s gone.

Such are the wisps of memories, as she gives thanks for each existence.

Knowing her higher-soul is already BEyond this reality

She closes her eyes one final time.

As she rocks herself into her Dreams

Written on May 31^st  from the pictures of my mind through the lens of my garden photos 

© Sue Dreamwalker 2017

~Love and Blessings~ 

Thoughts of #Peace

Tina thank you for your wisdom, your heart, and your compassion in this wonderfully inspiring post in reaction to yet more horror in our world..
It is not until these horrors come to our door that we understand these horrors have and are continuing all around the world and yet many never blink an eye..
My thoughts are with all of those suffering, grieving and who are coming to terms with their loss.

May we stand united in a circle of love.
As we show those who deal in death, that LOVE is greater than any evil act. And that LOVE will conquer ALL, Bringing us all closer together
Blessings Sue ❤
Please leave your comments on Tina’s Post..

TINA FRISCO

Image courtesy of Terri Webster Schrandt

Our thoughts and prayers are with
our sisters and brothers in London ❤

The hatred evidenced by terrorist attacks around the world could easily be met with equal hatred, should we allow it. But how would that identify and inform us as a species? What would that do to the hearts and minds of individuals as well as society? What do we want to teach our children, and what kind of world do we want to leave them?

It is a challenge to keep our hearts open amid such unconscionable acts of violence. Yet it is our only hope of survival. Meeting these despicable acts with an equal amount of aggression could lead to our annihilation in this nuclear age. At the very least, it could alter our consciences and consciousness to a degree beyond repair. And that is as unacceptable as the terrorist…

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