Amid the Blooms.

Hollyhock as a storm brews

Among the scents of the cool evening air

I sit amid the blooms where the gentle breeze stirs

The nodding heads of petals with nectar and pollen ripe

Attracts the Bee and Butterfly and Moth by night

 

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The Fairy Lights are twinkling by the trickle of the pond

As a deep Sigh escapes me, this is where I belong

The Earth beneath my feet, as stars do shine above

Sitting among such beauty within a garden that I love

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It could have been an open meadow that holds a babbling brook

I close my eyes and upon a journey I am took

Deeper now I am breathing, as I recall my day

Seeing Butterflies and Bees in a field rich with hay

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In gratitude, my thanks to all creatures do I give

For all of Natures Blessings, that enable me to live

And the Spiral keeps on turning as Seasons come and go

Who could miss such beauty, as Mother Nature gives her show

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Content a deeper sigh escapes with thanks as I say Goodnight

Tomorrow is another day to welcome in the Light.

Written 19th July 2017.

©Sue Dreamwalker

The above photo’s were taken from the Hydrangea’s in my garden.. The bees have loved these flowers. And although I have not seen as many butterflies this year, I was so happy to spot this Red Admiral 

 

I hope you all continue to enjoy Nature and make time to connect to her healing energies . And I thank each and every one of you for the Love you bring here to me. 

Love and Blessings 

~Sue~

Healing and Balancing our Energies.

The Careful Balance between silence and words, withdrawal and involvement, distance and closeness, solitude and community forms a good basis for a wonderful shared Life ” 

Quote by J.C. Geike.

The above quote I came across this morning as I searched among some of my books for a little inspiration, I found it in a small book called Wisdom of Words that I have had since it was published in the 90’s.

In it are a collection of quotations, all to inspire and uplift.   I often find myself juggling my blogs, garden and quite time, and had been feeling a little guilty of neglecting my WordPress family.. Yes I know I shouldn’t, but I am human, and our conditioning of a life time often creeps in, for at my core I do not like letting people down.. Yet its impossible to visit every single post others publish especially those of you who post more than one post per week.   You all know the score.. 

So when I flicked open the book this morning  and this was at the top of the page, it jumped out at me.. Teaching me yet again that those invisible friends of mine were listening, and were confirming to me its ok to take time out and enjoy.. 

 

 Slowly some of you will notice I am getting there in catching up as I have managed to visit, In the mean time I would ask you to join me in sending continued Healing out into the world, if you have a loved one, friend,or situation you wish healed, please remember to ask  the Higher Realms for that healing as well as sending healing thoughts out to them and the situation which surrounds them. 

 My own little healing alter that I use to send healing out to friends.. I am also so pleased to say that Irene, whom you may remember I asked you to send healing to, is recovering well, all be it very slowly.. I have many friends here on WP who have been both in my prayers and thoughts and their names I have added to my healing book.

The power of our united thoughts reach out far and wide.. So while I may not have got around to visiting your actual blog, know I am working my way around. and you are all within my thoughts.  

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 ” Working upon our inner self is the most important thing we can do to help the outer world. We do so by nurturing ourselves, knowing that we are all connected. And that our Hearts are key players in unifying our energies..

The world acts as a mirror.. and reflects back to us what what we put out there.

Even Nature is a reflection of the whole. And she is speaking to us Constantly, yet we are failing to Listen.

For we are each a Part of the Whole..

We are ONE.”

I wrote the above on a post entitled What Energy are we Transmitting,

Love and Blessings  Sue 💖

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.

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 31st  from the pictures of my mind through the lens of my garden photos 

© Sue Dreamwalker 2017

~Love and Blessings~ 

Are You Listening?

 

Have you listened to the Silence?

The symphony of the stars

Can you hear the music beat within our Earth Mothers Heart?

It’s Time: Time to join the orchestra of her Song

And sing the long-forgotten notes of Dreamers

Be not afraid of standing alone and singing solo

For we are many joining in Harmony

Standing up in Unity of our forgotten heritage

Remembering the tune which has been deeply buried and obscured

We now open our hearts, finding our voices

To sing the forgotten Truth

Have you Listened to the Silence?

Has it not touched your heart

Illuminating your soul as the layers fall away

Revealing who we’ve always been

And who we are to become

Can you not feel the vibration?

Stirring those strands of your DNA

Do you not feel your molecular rivers?

Flowing within the molten heart of Compassion

Use your breath, as you breathe deeper into the New Dawn upon your Horizon

See how the Golden Glow of unification of open hearts dissolves  the shadows of fear

Its Time: Time to awaken, tune up the instruments that you are

For you are each an integral part within the orchestra of life

Its Time: Time to play the melody you came here to Sing

So, open your hearts to the love your Earth Mother has always given

For each breath, she gave you

Every sip of water Sprang forth from her springs

Each seed she grew to nourish you

Every forest she gave for shelter, food and warmth

So, listen to the Silence……………..

For our Earth Mother is calling us to remember your Ancient Ancestry

For we are not separate…… WE ARE ONE

Have you Listened?

And did you Hear her Song.

© Sue Dreamwalker 2017

I wrote this on May 2nd.. It came during the night, as I had to sit up and ‘listen’ as the words wrote themselves… I felt I had to share them..

For it’s TIME..

Love and Blessings

~Sue~

The above photo I took in 2015 in March of the partial eclipse as the clouds grew darker and the air became cold.. More of the photos of the Eclipse  can be found here

The Feather that spoke..

Feather from Heaven

Feather from Heaven

Today I found myself sharing a true story with a blogging friend.  So I thought I would share it again here. For it may give someone the heart to look for the hidden Signs that our Guardian Angels/Universe/Source throws in our direction, If only we take the time to Look and Listen.

Last week I was so depressed it was like I was grieving for someone.. I didn’t want to even get out of bed in the mornings.. My bones ached as I thought my Fibromyalgia was starting another flare up.. I knew the energies were changing and affecting our bodies and so set about trying to alter my mind set as I didn’t want to fall into this particular pit again.

Yet it seems that no matter how many times I tried to disconnect from the world to lift my spirits, Negative news seemed to follow me and bog me down as if I were living out other people’s experiences.

News items I was trying to avoid would invade my space.. And the more weight seemed to load onto my chest to the point I felt physically constricted..  I couldn’t shake it off.. I tried watching old movies  on DVDs that had  comedy in them to make me laugh  and I would walk out in Nature, yet still I had this heart ache that wouldn’t go away..

So I Asked my own healing Angels to come forward and help, I reverted back to my daily meditation practice going right back to basics.. To clear my aura, putting on my ‘Light Body’ Grounding myself and remembering to put protection around me.. I even had salt baths. And I did clearing exercises to separate cording’s both past and present.

Last week we had a big storm called Storm Doris.. Whose winds were gusting up to 90mph.. I asked for protection around our home and those of family and friends. And thankfully we had no damage, yet many did with fences and glass broken in greenhouses, trees felled and one lady lost her life to flying debris in another part of the country.

The weird thing was, that as the storm was dying down, A large white feather dropped onto my back patio.. It stuck to the floor with the rain. ( I have long collected feathers, and see them as a sign from my angels.. ) So I went to pick  it up and dried it off..

The next day in the very same spot.. The VERY same spot.. I saw what appeared a flower on a stem, it looked like sweet-peas. But when I bent to pick it up it was made out of plastic, it wasn’t sweet-peas, but a stem of bleeding hearts.

At the time I threw it in the bin, thinking it was the wind which had blown it But the winds had long died down over night .. But all day I could not stop thinking about it so looked up the meaning on line. Of the Bleeding hearts flower. Which among many other things said ( Bleeding Heart helps bring peace, harmony and balance to people’s heart, allowing a person to perceive love on many levels: of self, others, city, country, environment and beyond.) – See more HERE

So here is the feather I painted. And in doing so the calm and healing soothed my soul as I allowed back in the peace as I listened once again as I painted this feather spoke deep to my heart..

Feather

Painting in Acrylic on black card.

 

The Elder~ Shedding of Skins~ Part3

Things with Wings

Things with Wings

The woman had to leave the painting alone for a while, but the Elder was never far from her thoughts as she pondered upon what the Elder had spoken of regarding the Renewing and Regenerating.

She thought about her beloved forest walks and in particular the Standing Ones of the Oak Tribe who had always drawn her to their energy.

On her walks she would often reach out to touch their bark, their outer skin, gnarled and cracked, marveling upon their ages.

The forest of Sherwood that she loved so well held one of the oldest and well known, The Major Oak  Whose Standing had seen so many changes during at least 1,000 years reign over his domain.  She thought of the changes still to come as she had signed petitions to try to prevent Fracking from under his roots.  She again sent a silent prayer out to her Earth Mother as she thought of all the destruction Mankind had caused upon and deep into her own Earth Crust skin.

The Major Oak is now supported with beams and wires .

The Major Oak is now supported with beams and wires its age is approximated to be over 800 to 1,000 years.. Can you see the Elephant within its trunk?

By the time the woman returned to pick up her brushes, the woman was eager to learn what the Elder had to teach her. Today she filled in more details to the bark, the tiny brush strokes making patterns she picked out the creepy crawlies, spiders, and grubs now forming. The woman thought deeply upon the thousands of insects that made their home in the bark and among the crevasses and branches of the Standing Ones.

Trees are home to Thousands of insects and wildlife

Trees are home to Thousands of insects and wildlife

The Elder remained silent, allowing the woman to penetrate each crevasse with her brush stroke as deeper she sank into her own world of thought.  She painted the skin of the snake as it twisted up and out along the branch of the Elder, and thought of the many symbols mankind had used in which the snake had played a part.

ELDER Snake branch

The serpent representing both good and bad.  The secret to a snake’s success was its scales providing both impetus and resistance. It shed many skins to allow it to keep on growing. It glided over everything managing to climb trees, swim and bury itself beneath the earth.  She thought deeper to the various cultures which had created both Fascination and Fear.

 Quetzalcoatl the Feathered Serpent came to mind.

 Scholars had twisted the snake symbol for use of many of their own interpretations. The snake reminding her of the Kundalini, providing the Spark of Life, a great healer in many symbols.  As she thought of her own snake-like-spine, and that of the Standing Ones trunk. Connecting both Heaven and Earth.  As she thought of the times she had meditated her spine pressed against their trunk as she asked for The Standing Ones Healing.

She thought of healing and remembered the medical profession who also had it within their healing symbol The Caduceus entwined around a staff with wings. And the Rod of Asclepius  And wondered upon how these symbols had been created.  She assumed the snake meant both Life and Death which was what the medical professions dealt with at all times.

So many interpretations Mankind had given to the snake, both positive and negative which she had read about, ‘Which were correct?’  she thought.

The Elder picking up on her question answered. “ All of them,” said the Elder, “The snake is neither Good or bad, it is the cycle of Life itself. The Ouroboros  The snake shows you by leaving your skin behind life begins anew. Your Human skin is but a shell and so too will be left behind.

In your world, there can be no birth without death. It is a perpetual cycle.  You will see this again and again in nature. But your Human Tribe do not follow the natural law of the predator-prey cycle. Your Human Tribe has killed all the animals it deems as bad.  Such as the Wolf , Bear and Fox.

Then you cry when your forests get overrun with Deer and Elk and Rabbits. Who then strip the forests and grasslands bare and they then suffer and starve as the balance is upset. You Humans then take it upon yourselves to cull and thin out the over population of species. Causing more suffering”.

She thought of the disease  Myxomatosis introduced to Rabbits  And the many Rabbits she had seen affected as a child in the country. She also thought of the Elephant tribe and wondered at the suffering of their tribe at the hands of mans ignorance and greed. It was no coincidence that the image of the Elephant had crept into her painting embedded within its roots.Or the horrendous culling of young seal cubs that were clubbed to death. This too was woven within the roots of her painting.

“Yet” continued the Elder, “If you had let well alone Nature would keep the balance by its own natural cycles..  Each living thing that is placed upon your Earth Mother has purpose. And is subject to natural law. Including you Humans. But you have long forgotten the natural laws of Cause and Effect. You think you are superior to them. But the Universe as a whole is governed by them, there is no escape.”

elder-tree-slate-2

This has been digitally enhances to these shades.

As the woman continued to paint, eyes appeared in her imagination which had transferred to the bark which peered deeper into her soul. She thought upon the many times she had sort out the Standing Ones healing. And to the shedding of her many tears pressed up against their trunks. How many sobs had they listened to? never judging, always steadfast, silent but for their whispers on the wind as they imparted their calm reverence.  

They replaced her own sapping energy with their own as she often felt their pulse beat up through her spine. They had become bound by their roots as she imagined her energy tap-root from her spine going down around theirs into Mother Earths Heart as she meditated.

She knew the Standing Ones were the wisdom keepers, each year witnessing the changes, information contained within their own growth cycles of both good and bad years. Each inner ring a record, yet its outer skin/bark remained the same. Showing us how we have so many layers and yet can hold a constant mask to our outer Being.

We all grow from our inner centre outward from our hearts. And how important it was to go within and find those years which had affected our growth.

The woman stood back from her painting. She thanked again the Elder for the wisdom, knowing that as a world right now, we were but shedding another skin. Mankind was in yet another cycle of Learning, growing in inner wisdom as he woke up to himself.

To be continued.. 

© Sue Dreamwalker 2017.

The Elder~ The Pathfinder~ Part 1.

The story below is one which filled my thoughts as I painted the Elder Tree.. I will reveal the whole painting at the end of the series of these short stories. Parts of these paintings I revealed on this post. My thoughts may take up several posts.. I know how many do not like reading Long posts, but I know those who are meant to read, will read.. Thank you  ALL in advance. 

Mole

Mole section/ Water Colour on 100% cotton 10 x 7 inches full painting

 

The Woman could no longer breathe in all the intoxicating poisons the world threw out. She became overwhelmed with the fumes of other people’s thoughts.  Her senses overloaded by the barrage of vibrations that poured forth in her daily world which over spilled into her dream-state.  Even the radio had hourly interruptions sending her mind into the dark corners she did not wish to visit, as yet more darkness crept into her sanctuary. 

Walking was her usual relief, but the winter chill set her mind on another escape.

She slid the vinyl record from its sleeve and lifted the arm of the player into position as she gently lowered the needle into the groove… The familiar strains immediately soothed her aching mind. She let out a long low sigh.

She breathed in deep and deeper still. She closed her eyes for a moment as if in a ritual then she reached for the paint brush which she dipped into the clean water. The drawing which had emerged the night before as the clock she had glanced at had the unearthly hour of 03:33. Numbers which she was well used to seeing in triplicate. Their symbols yet another reminder that she was being guided and had some wise masters to help guide her along her pathway.

The night before she had drawn a tree. This was no ordinary tree, It was an Elder. And she had been drawn into its womb. She sat now with paint loaded upon her brush and as the paint spread into the paper, so too did her mind sink deeper and deeper.

She found herself sinking into her design, right into the Earth Mother where all seeds are sown and all knowledge is born.  And so, her painting took root.

It was as if the Elder came to life, the Elder’s aged wisdom speaking to her heart. She was told once again of the ‘Standing Ones’ the ancient Tree Tribes whose huge forests had covered the land.

The Ancient Elder took her down within the roots showing her how deep they twisted and reached out mirroring her canopy, as above, so below the Elder began.

Before long the woman saw the many worms wriggling as she painted the twisting roots, roots that twisted and held the fabric of the Earth Mother together. Some strong, some weak, but all part of the whole. Her brush began to paint something not in her drawing, but its shape was clear.. It was a Mole..

“Good”, said the Elder, “you see the Mole and the worms, and you see even though they need no light, how precious are these to our Mother, for they enrich the soil. Without the Worms the soil would be lifeless, but sand”. The Elder continued telling the woman what she already knew, but the woman listened intently as the Mole took shape.

She watched as in her mind she saw the many worms taking the Elders and all the Standing Ones fallen leaves pulling them underground.

 The Elder explaining that nothing was ever lost, “As we shed our load, it prevents us from toppling over and breaking under the weight of storms. We Stand in unity together in every storm, learning to bend and bow our branches. Knowing that the elements can take down the most rigid and strongest among us. It’s the strength of our roots which keep us anchored and grounded” said the Elder

“ We shield one another, as we stand together in times of great storms. We know some of us may fall, but in our centre grows the strongest matriarch our Mother-Hub tree, she protects our young seedlings. So our tribe goes on, growing outward from its centre from its heart.”

The woman took in all that was said as she continued to paint and mix the colours upon her pallet. And as the Elder grew in statue upon her paper and took deeper form, so too did she see the many miracles which this wonderful old tree Elder had witnessed throughout time.

paints

 The stories held her imagination as the Elder began once again to tell the story of Mole.. A story she had once read but barely remembered its detail. Yet now as she painted in detail the story rose before her in her mind.

“Now I will tell you about a time in the Very Beginning,” said the Elder. “ When your tribe lived in  a world of darkness, beneath the Earth. Your tribe knew of no other world and so knew nothing but darkness. Until one of you asked if there was more to the world in which you lived. Mole was revered for his skills in tunneling and so a man asked Mole if there were something other than the world they lived.”   The woman continued cleaning her brush in the water, choosing another colour as the Elders trunk grew up from the roots as other images formed in her mind that had now embedded themselves within the trunk.  

“ Your tribe had never seen the light of day, but they knew Mole went close to the surface for it was Mole who allowed the air they all breathed into their underground world.. Air that we Standing Ones breathe out and create, so that you Humans can breathe it in”.. The woman listened intently to what was to come next.

“ Mole told the people beneath the Earth to follow him, asking them to form a line right behind him. And as he dug his tunnel, he passed back the earth and rocks to the Human, who in turn passed it back and so on. Thus they all moved through the tunnel putting the debris behind them.  At last the Mole led them to the surface, each emerged, blinking and squinting to the brightness of the sunlight. Some of your tribe didn’t like the brightness and wanted to return to the depth of the earth.. But because Mole had instructed all to pass back the soil the tunnel had been filled in and there was no return.” The Elder paused as the woman cleaned her brushes with a tissue..

“ Mole was to become known as ‘The Pathfinder’ his gift to man was the Sunlight and Wind which the Human tribe had not experienced before. Mole is one of the caretakers of our Earth Mother, he does not judge another by what he looks like, for he is blind to Bias. Instead Mole relies upon his own gifts and senses, through touch, smell, and feeling the vibrations and changes around him.  He knows before any other creature the rumblings and stirrings within our Earth Mothers breast. He knows when an earthquake is coming and he feels the eruptions and so knows of our Earth Mothers pain”

The Elder stopped speaking,  She smiled  at another triple number appeared 11:11am. The music on the player had long ago stopped.  She looked down at the Elder upon her paper. Mentally thanking the Standing Ones for the gifts, they gave.

The woman stood, and stretched her limbs satisfied with her work and saw how there as if by magic other animals had been woven into the roots. But those stories were for another session when the paints would bring their stories to life.

©Sue Dreamwalker 2017.

Art Takes you to that place BEyond..

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Above are some of the images from sections a two paintings I have recently done.. Over the next few posts I will be exploring more of each section and sharing with you some of the thoughts I had while I sat with paint brush in hand..  And it may even weave into a story.. I don’t know yet.. I am still going within the flow of it.. 

If I appear quieter than usual, this is what is keeping me busy at the moment.. 

Have a Beautiful Weekend.. 

~Sue~ 

“When it is working, you completely go into another place, you’re tapping into things that are totally universal, completely beyond your ego and your own self. That’s what it’s all about.”

~Keith Haring

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