Gifts from the heart.

  The Festive Season of Joy and Goodwill is nearly upon us. And what I find sad, is that we seldom find Joy and Goodwill during the rest of the year.

Where can we find JOY ?…  Well, I have been finding JOY in the small things. Things I have created. ..

First There was One

Then there were Two

Then there were Three

Until a Little family of Mice were born… Along with a snowman. Singing Carols and eating mince pies. Oh for the JOY… Click to enlarge.

Finding Joy by being creative, finding that Little child within who wants to play, create and just BE.. I have been reconnecting to my inner child these last few weeks… Creating this little Christmas scene that sits in my hearth.

My paint brushes have not been idle either, as I decided not to buy Christmas Cards this year.. Instead I decided I would paint them..

So here are my Christmas cards I have created so far along with some gift tags.. I had lots of fun gathering ideas from off of tutorials in YouTube. And pouring LOVE into their creation..

Watercolour Christmas Cards

Christmas Gift Tags

Simple creations which bring Joy…

I just want to finish this post with a poem I wrote in 2013.. I never actually gave this poem a title… But it is my Gift, from my heart to all of yours.. As you allow your Imagination and Creativity of thought to bring into BE-ing our Tomorrows.

Imagine a world of tomorrows with abundance of Peace

Look beyond where all Fear will cease

Think with your hearts and let’s dare to Dream

And collect the ingredients, Can you picture the scene?

~~~

Let’s be optimistic, inspiring with flare

Imagine Harmonious, Compassionate Care

As together we Join let Love be your Theme

And envisage a tomorrow where All dare to Dream

~~~

Lets Dream of Unity, a world free of war

A place where no one suffers anymore

Imagine the ingredients if we had to bake

What sort of a world would you wish to make

~~~

Have you got the ingredients as love you spread out?

Did you let go of prejudice and stop all your shout

Did you let go of Anger and Bitterness bite

Are you speaking your truth and sharing your Light?

~~~

What sort of Future do you wish to live?

Are you willing to share are your willing to give?

If we don’t dare Dream, then what will we then reap?

We create our tomorrows

Let Love

Be

Our Speak

💖 Much love to ALL 💖

Which Tale Are You Spinning?

Watercolour ~ Cat Moods ~Art by Sue

 It’s likely that most recently

You felt a shift in Energy

That’s raised your hackles and confused

No doubt its lit your shorter fuse

~

There’s lots of heated words of air

That fly around to bring despair

For that’s their aim as on target they hit

If you allow them the power to split

~

Tune out, turn off and instead go within

That’s the only way to shut out the din

Seek Peace with some Solitude

Breathe Deep, Om some love into the Multitudes

~

Close your eyes and start to fly

Raise your vibration to the sky

See the rainbows after the storm

Give thanks in Gratitude for this New Dawn

~

Let not your anger add fuel to the fire

Use your hearts to create your desires

So, when you feel your fuse ignite

Don’t raise your voices in Angers might

~

The greatest tool we have is the Power of Love

How long will we take to learn from Above

So use your Power through love and Peace

You’ll be amazed at its Energy Release

© Sue Dreamwalker 2017-2022

It struck me as I did my laundry, that no matter how many cycles and whatever program you choose, the spin cycle is the same.. All be it different speeds… And that my friends is how at the moment I feel about the world of politics as it spins us into frustration. It’s no coincidence those advisors are called Spin Doctors!..  

Sometimes we have to just tune out and step away from all the energy that is being thrown about right now in the political programming of the machine cycle of world programming, as they press our buttons with the help of the continuous spin of media news that engulfs our homes.

I choose not to get caught up within its energy..

And instead sent out my own vibration of

LOVE, and HEALING into the World..

I hope you will use the tools within your own minds to shift the energies from the ones that are being vented at the moment, into nurturing yourselves and your love ones..

Remember Our Loved Ones are the most important people in our lives . Not those who come through the TV screen..

 

Remember Thoughts and Words Create Our Future!.. 

In Love and Light to you ALL.. 

Have a wonderful Weekend.. 

💖💖💖

 

 

 

The Elder~ Renewal and Regeneration Part 2

 Part One can be found Here

Today’s Story is all about Renewal and Regeneration. As the Elder reminds us of sacrifice and our constant connections with trees ( ” “You would not have had Paper upon which to write, books to read by which you educate yourselves.” continued the Elder. “Let us not forget what else the Tree Tribes have given you humans” ) Enjoy Part Two.

Wisdom comes in all shapes

The woman stood up from her half-finished painting  and saw woven between the roots more shapes of animals. She would explore these in more detail when she painted them in later. But for now, she concentrated upon the trunk of the Elder, and the huge hollow, a Void within its belly.

 Her pencil had spiraled out around and around when she was drawing it and she was reminded of the first spirals and the Nautilus shell. She thought of the Golden Ratio  as her mind then flew  to Leonardo Da Vinci.  Argh, how easily our thoughts flit from one thing to another she thought as she picked up her brush and started to allow it free rein as she decided to fill in the hollow.

Heartbeat

Her thoughts flew the Tree and how like a giant Mother its limbs were outstretched in all directions as if embracing all the elements. It reached up to the sky, and all four corners of the compass, as well and reaching down. And she thought of the wonderful Oaks she visited along her walks.. ‘How mighty Oaks grow from little acorns’ crossed her mind. ‘Yes, she thought, great things often come from small beginnings’. 

Her thoughts took her to the acorn and the seeds. ‘Which came first? as she thought of the chicken and the egg’.. The hollow looked egg-shaped, as her pencil kept working.  She brought herself back to what she was creating and the shape of a Human fetus almost fully formed had been created within the womb of the Elder.

“It is Good to begin today with the creating of New Life” said the Elder. “For today we speak of Renewal and Regeneration. This time period you are now in like any other time period upon your planet has always been about Change.

The Standing Ones know all about Renewal. Have not their roots stood fast while all around them Change is constant?”

The woman thought on the wonderful Oaks she loved so much which were hundreds of years old and thought on what changes these Standing Ones had witnessed.

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The Elder picking up the tread of the woman’s thoughts  continued. “Throughout your centuries, we the Tree Tribes are Life Givers. Yet you humans have taken and not thought of giving back. Do we not give you the very Air You Breathe? Have we not supplied you with your Timber to build your homes, for shelter and for warmth?

Were not your Empires conquered and continents discovered by the giving of our lives, as you cut Thousands of our Oak Tribe to build ships and to build your cities? Without our giving, you would not have had your carts and tools or great sailing vessels to fish and travel to prosper and trade”.

The woman looked down at the paintbrush, its handle made of wood now in her hand as she mixed the watercolour to paint in the fetus which was developing at a faster rate than she had realised as her mind came back to her painting.

“You would not have had Paper upon which to write, books to read by which you educate yourselves.” continued the Elder. “Let us not forget what else the Tree Tribes have given you humans”

Art-books

The voice of the Elder faded as the Woman looked about her small room she used for painting. She looked at the many books upon the shelves, the wall paper upon the walls, the printer loaded with paper and her oak desk full of her art papers, card and tissue.  She paused, and looked to what she was creating as she painted the fetus, she was one with the Elder.

Tick-tock of life

The woman was cast in that moment back throughout time, she saw the first carts, the galleon ships and the weaving looms. She saw the carpenters and their craftsmanship her attention was caught as  she looked at the old grandfather clock that had long-lost its tick  which stood in the corner of her study. ALL gifts of Giving from the Standing Ones and the Tree Tribes.

The sound of the Elder’s teachings came back into her mind as the Elder continued. “We have also given you Medicines, and Nutrition, Rubber from our bark, Cork for your wine bottles, Berries, Nuts. We are the Givers of Life!

Our Tree Tribes know all about Renewal and Regeneration For hundreds and Millions of your years we have thrived unhindered.  We not only have provided humans with shelter, but we provide millions of other species with food and shelter from those who creep, crawl, climb, slither and fly.

We teach about the importance of renewal as we shed our leaves, drop our seeds, and spread our pollen. We teach about Stillness, and Contentment, and letting go of attachments. We also teach how to be steadfast and ground yourself as our roots hold firm within our Earth Mothers soil. We bind her together for when we are removed her foundations are washed away by the rain.

You Humans are now washing away the very foundations beneath your feet and yet you do not see how each time you hurt another or scar our Mother, you are also wounding yourselves”

The woman dipped her brush into the crimson paint as the Elder stopped speaking. She looked down seeing the Fetus now finished, she added the paint to the opening blossom of a flower that had appeared from the Ivy bound around the trunk of the tree. She was puzzled. The flower did not belong she thought to the ivy. Her mind then thought of the Lotus Blossom.. How strange to paint a flower here within the womb. Yet as her mind explored more she thought why not. For did not the Lotus represent Rebirth also

Life Givers~  Partial Painting Magnified

Her mind thought of the placenta and the blood that flowed from Mother to unborn child. She thought of the birthing of her own children and the spirit from which we all came.

The Elder picked up again on her thoughts. “ Yes, each tree also has a spirit, a Dryad of Energy which radiates outwards. We have our Seasons too. Times of darkness and rest through the winter storms, but we never stop growing as we grow from the centre of our Being adding rings to our Earth years.”

The Woman looked down at her own ring upon her hand and skin, like the bark of the trees as they grew older they were looking worn and showing signs of ageing.  Yet she also knew her skin regenerated every day.. She looked now at what she had started to paint the scales of several snakes around the tree trunk. She thought of the dead and dying cells of her skin, and all the dead and dying trees upon the earth.. Each connecting like a huge skin around Mother Gaia .

The time for renewal was also a time for shedding and letting go. She saw how Mother Earth was also speaking to us and yet we were not listening. Renewal and Regenerating meant all things changed.. They had changed in the past, thousands of years before and the planet was changing now and the Humans were also changing with her. For we were One.

The woman put down her paintbrush as she studied the snakes she had created upon the Elder Tree. She thought of the prophecies of the Black snake across our Mothers land. And she saw again the Standing Ones strength had held stronger when linking together holding the fabric of the Earth together with their roots. Were we going to have to go back to our roots she thought? Like the Tree Tribes she saw much suffering through great changes.

 It was now  time for many skins to join together as One!.  

 © Sue Dreamwalker 2017

To be continued.

The Elder~ The Pathfinder~ Part 1.

Dear Friends, over the next couple of weeks, I will be busy with some art work, along with planting season on our veggie plot. I will be busy.. Those wishing to see such progress both on the plot and what my creativity has been doing, you are most welcome to visit my Garden blog. Where I have shared some of my craft work today.. https://dreamwalkergarden.wordpress.com/2021/05/04/nature-and-crafting/ I am enjoying for the first time, glass painting, so I thought to fill in my absence on my blog with resurrecting a series of my thoughts with the Elder~This first part is THE PATHFINDER… I posted way back in 2017. The time now has come for us to delve deeper still within to release and surrender to our higher selves and allow our hearts to guide us in all of our choices… We are all here, right now, standing on our various branches within the Tree of life learning and growing as we work our way back to the Light… I send you All, so much love… I will leave comments open. But please do not think I am ignoring you if it takes a while to respond…. I always follow the flow of my feelings and While some of you will have read this post before.. Many I know will not have… So thank you for your continued support and patience…. But our energies all need to focus upon clearing away our shadows, as we open our hearts in Unity and Love, as we enter some exciting changes in our inner world and we witness many revelations occurring in our outer world…. Much LOVE TO ALL 💛🙏💚

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 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.

 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.

Time of Change!- Just what are WE Creating?- within Consciousness!

I am always amazed at how the Universe works and how it sends you messages that shows you that you are still tuned into those higher realms of thought, that beautiful  vibrational field of energy we are all connected to..  Sometimes you get to doubt yourself as you take time out just to BE… You ponder upon the Universal plan, as you sit within your silence listening for those answers as you witness the panic and pandemonium of a world that at first glance appears in Crisis, and Chaos.. 

But then something happens that banishes all of those doubts, as you understand the world is working in perfect order within this time frame we have all created and chosen to experience.. 

What do I mean? Well yesterday  I had thought to post my latest creation, my poem along with my watercolour that I finished a couple of days ago.. But something held me back.. I uploaded my photo and I typed up my poem from my journal, then a tiredness swept over me and I closed my computer down for the early evening.. 

I follow many favourite YouTube channels, and so this morning while knitting, I listened to one that my favourite author Gregg Braden had uploaded  yesterday from Gaia.com,  on How we can Create an Amazing Reality.  In it he spoke of how the ‘Field’ is something we all tap into, and how science is now proving it, he goes on to discuss this along with a  film Arrival, along with other films, The Matrix, and Avatar, and all the language we use,  and how we create via our creations the reality we live in. And perhaps now its TIME for us to have this film Arrival to digest its message. He also goes onto say how a musical friend missed his opportunity in his creativity by taking too much time over his particular creation…

I hope you enjoy the story he shares of his musical friend in the link above. 

But one only has to look at the past films we have made on Pandemic’s and Worldwide disasters to understand that it is WE who create, WE whose thoughts go out who cultivate the nature of our reality that is our experience, and it is WE who manifest our reality even though many are not aware of how this works.. 

 You may have to watch his video to understand, I so know  how our Time is precious and we do not always have time to educate ourselves in other modes of thinking, because often we have been programmed into a certain way of thinking, so if you are not ready to understand, that is fine, it is not yet your Time to wake up to the Quantum World.  Because Consciousness creates Everything we Experience in Life 

 So back to my tale… if that were not enough a synchronicity I opened up my computer this morning intending to post my poem and painting, but during the night I had woken with another verse to my poem rattling around my head. This verse I then slotted in to my existing poem, it’s the verse that starts with “Time isn’t linear, that travels in straight lines”…  Then it was lunch time, and again I felt a huge need to sleep, so I went to lay down and slept for two hours.. 

Upon waking, I logged back in to complete my blog post  and up pops the alert from my favourite Artist.. Akiane Kramarik..  whose latest video she published today, so I started to watch Its title was wait for it. Alone in Asia -Flow in Time ... As I listened to her words, she too spoke of TIME… and I thought again the Universe was prompting me to publish my poem and art creation… 

But what was even more mind blowing came at the end of her video, as she showed us her creation of  her  artwork… Which is always amazing …  And I knew… without a doubt… I hadn’t been in a void, the universe was listening to me, and I was tapping into the Universe… and that I had been tapping into the field all along… As you will see by looking at her painting and mine… They are both way different.. But TWO things stand out in the same message…  And I am in ore at just how the Universe speaks to us, when we take the TIME to Listen…

I So, so hope you make TIME to listen to all the links, it may just open your mind to the programming we are all subjected to, and it may help you also create TIME to Create Change within your own world and BEcome ALL that you are capable of BEcoming… 

Create Love not Fear!!……..

Stay Blessed all of you and thank you for reading this longer post..  

 

 

Time, they say is an illusion, and not real

A concept we created, just so we can feel.

Time within my world is something very precious,

It’s a ladder to growth as we explore our consciousness.

~~

A consciousness that reaches out and explores

One that asks you to question, opening up those doors

To corridors within a labyrinth, a maze of perpetual thought,

That at times you can get lost in, feeling you are nought.

~~

Time isn’t linear, that travels in a straight line,

It’s a frequency location, a Map within the mind,

We travel back and forth, we visit in our dreams

And nothing is as solid as everything may seem.

~~

Time is not the minutes that ticks within a clock

When you understand more of time, it may also shock

You to discover you are everything and More,

Each affecting the future, in our present through past doors

~~

For we are interstellar, we came from our futures past,

To awaken a race from slumber to release from stupor’s grasp.  

As we ask you to remember why it was you came ,

And why so many get trapped within this Matrix Game.

~~

Time is like the lines within the circle of an ageing tree,

Time is but a frequency encompassing you and me,

It folds around a Toroid going back in on itself.

Time is none existence, it’s just our Now experience of Self.

~~

You cannot describe what time is, or is not.

It’s only the perception of our choices in this timeline slot.

It’s like a stack of cards, a holodeck of maths,

We chose this time to be here, following our own paths.

~~

We were told from ancient times to follow the law of love

The answers are in the Stars, if we care to look above.

And now that time has come, when we must step up to the mark

As we listen with our hearts, it’s now that time to start

©  Sue Dreamwalker Feb 2020.

Time Mandala Watercolour Art by Sue Dreamwalker

High on Mountain Tops.

 

Watercolour inspired by the Lochs in Scotland .

High on mountain tops to fly

Descending water cascading by

Reflections in mirrored lochs

While sheep roam free within the flocks

~~

Highland Cattle with horns so long

That welcome smile where hearts are strong

And heather gathered for luck on moors

While crofter’s homes have open doors

~~ 

Whiskey brewed with waters pure

The Land where Brave Hearts endure

Where Shetland Ponies roam and run

And Thistle Emblems once begun

~~

Spinning, weaving, crafts galore

A cottage garden, home and more

Fishing nets and lobster pots

Bagpipes drone in beauty spots,

~~

The Highland Fling, with Tartan Kilts

With pointed toe, and sporran belts

A wee dram here, and wee dram there

The Ceilidh spirit is everywhere

© Sue Dreamwalker 2017

Inspired by the Scottish Highlands

 

I know I have been quiet recently on WordPress,  so I thought to add a poem and some art that I created recently.  I hope you all enjoying the start of your New Year. 

My Intentions for 2018 are to Create! 

 So I  have been immersing myself in several projects, including paintings, and model making. Here are just a couple  of my paintings in watercolour

 

In the mean time, have a beautiful weekend All of you,

Look After Yourselves. 

Energy~ We can all be that Shift!..

Moon and Silverbirch

It’s likely that most recently

You felt a shift in Energy

That’s raised your hackles and confused

No doubt its lit your shorter fuse

~

There’s lots of heated words of air

That fly around to bring despair

For that’s their aim as on target they hit

If you allow them the power to split

~

Tune out, turn off and instead go within

That’s the only way to shut out the din

Seek Peace with some Solitude

Breathe Deep, Om some love into the Multitudes

~

Close your eyes and start to fly

Raise your vibration to the sky

See the rainbows after the storm

Give thanks in Gratitude for this New Dawn

~

Let not your anger add fuel to the fire

Use your hearts to create your desires

So, when you feel your fuse ignite

Don’t raise your voices in Angers might

~

The greatest tool we have is the Power of Love

How long will we take to learn from Above

So use your Power through love and Peace

You’ll be amazed at its Energy Release

© Sue Dreamwalker 2017

It struck me as I did my laundry, that no matter how many cycles and whatever program you choose, the spin cycle is the same.. All be it different speeds… And that my friends is how at the moment I feel about the world of politics as it spins us into frustration.  

Sometimes we have to just tune out and step away from all the energy that is being thrown about right now in the political programming of the machine cycle of world programming, as they press our buttons with the help of the continuous spin of media news that engulfs our homes.

I choose not to get caught up within its energy..

And instead sent out my own vibration of

LOVE, and HEALING into the World.. 

I may be quieter again as I am nurturing myself a little more this week.. Above is a watercolour painting I did from the imagination of my mind.. 

Others I have been dabbling with are on my Gardening Blog for a change.. link at the top right-side bar for those interested.. 

I hope you will use the tools within your own minds to shift the energies from the ones that are being vented at the moment, into nurturing yourselves and your love ones.. Remember THEY are the most important people in our lives . Not those who come through the TV screen.. 

I hope you enjoyed the poem I wrote two nights ago.. 

In Love and Light to you ALL.. 

Have a wonderful Week.. 

See you all Soon.

❤

~Sue~

 

The Elder~ Renewal and Regeneration Part 2

 Part One can be found Here

Wisdom comes in all shapes

The woman stood up from her half-finished painting  and saw woven between the roots more shapes of animals. She would explore these in more detail when she painted them in later. But for now, she concentrated upon the trunk of the Elder, and the huge hollow, a Void within its belly.

 Her pencil had spiraled out around and around when she was drawing it and she was reminded of the first spirals and the Nautilus shell. She thought of the Golden Ratio  as her mind then flew  to Leonardo Da Vinci.  Argh, how easily our thoughts flit from one thing to another she thought as she picked up her brush and started to allow it free rein as she decided to fill in the hollow.

Heartbeat

 

Her thoughts flew the Tree and how like a giant Mother its limbs were outstretched in all directions as if embracing all the elements. It reached up to the sky, and all four corners of the compass, as well and reaching down. And she thought of the wonderful Oaks she visited along her walks.. ‘How mighty Oaks grow from little acorns’ crossed her mind. ‘Yes, she thought, great things often come from small beginnings’. 

Her thoughts took her to the acorn and the seeds. ‘Which came first? as she thought of the chicken and the egg’.. The hollow looked egg-shaped, as her pencil kept working.  She brought herself back to what she was creating and the shape of a Human fetus almost fully formed had been created within the womb of the Elder.

“It is Good to begin today with the creating of New Life” said the Elder. “For today we speak of Renewal and Regeneration. This time period you are now in like any other time period upon your planet has always been about Change.

The Standing Ones know all about Renewal. Have not their roots stood fast while all around them Change is constant?”

The woman thought on the wonderful Oaks she loved so much which were hundreds of years old and thought on what changes these Standing Ones had witnessed.

Hollow Oak

The Elder picking up the tread of the woman’s thoughts  continued. “Throughout your centuries, we the Tree Tribes are Life Givers. Yet you humans have taken and not thought of giving back. Do we not give you the very Air You Breathe? Have we not supplied you with your Timber to build your homes, for shelter and for warmth?

Were not your Empires conquered and continents discovered by the giving of our lives, as you cut Thousands of our Oak Tribe to build ships and to build your cities? Without our giving, you would not have had your carts and tools or great sailing vessels to fish and travel to prosper and trade”.

The woman looked down at the paintbrush, its handle made of wood now in her hand as she mixed the watercolour to paint in the fetus which was developing at a faster rate than she had realised as her mind came back to her painting.

“You would not have had Paper upon which to write, books to read by which you educate yourselves.” continued the Elder. “Let us not forget what else the Tree Tribes have given you humans”

Art-books

The voice of the Elder faded as the Woman looked about her small room she used for painting. She looked at the many books upon the shelves, the wall paper upon the walls, the printer loaded with paper and her oak desk full of her art papers, card and tissue.  She paused, and looked to what she was creating as she painted the fetus, she was one with the Elder.

Tick-tock of life

The woman was cast in that moment back throughout time, she saw the first carts, the galleon ships and the weaving looms. She saw the carpenters and their craftsmanship her attention was caught as  she looked at the old grandfather clock that had long-lost its tick  which stood in the corner of her study. ALL gifts of Giving from the Standing Ones and the Tree Tribes.

The sound of the Elder’s teachings came back into her mind as the Elder continued. “We have also given you Medicines, and Nutrition, Rubber from our bark, Cork for your wine bottles, Berries, Nuts. We are the Givers of Life!

Our Tree Tribes know all about Renewal and Regeneration For hundreds and Millions of your years we have thrived unhindered.  We not only have provided humans with shelter, but we provide millions of other species with food and shelter from those who creep, crawl, climb, slither and fly.

We teach about the importance of renewal as we shed our leaves, drop our seeds, and spread our pollen. We teach about Stillness, and Contentment, and letting go of attachments. We also teach how to be steadfast and ground yourself as our roots hold firm within our Earth Mothers soil. We bind her together for when we are removed her foundations are washed away by the rain.

You Humans are now washing away the very foundations beneath your feet and yet you do not see how each time you hurt another or scar our Mother, you are also wounding yourselves”

The woman dipped her brush into the crimson paint as the Elder stopped speaking. She looked down seeing the Fetus now finished, she added the paint to the opening blossom of a flower that had appeared from the Ivy bound around the trunk of the tree. She was puzzled. The flower did not belong she thought to the ivy. Her mind then thought of the Lotus Blossom.. How strange to paint a flower here within the womb. Yet as her mind explored more she thought why not. For did not the Lotus represent Rebirth also

Life Givers~  Partial Painting Magnified

Her mind thought of the placenta and the blood that flowed from Mother to unborn child. She thought of the birthing of her own children and the spirit from which we all came.

The Elder picked up again on her thoughts. “ Yes, each tree also has a spirit, a Dryad of Energy which radiates outwards. We have our Seasons too. Times of darkness and rest through the winter storms, but we never stop growing as we grow from the centre of our Being adding rings to our Earth years.”

The Woman looked down at her own ring upon her hand and skin, like the bark of the trees as they grew older they were looking worn and showing signs of ageing.  Yet she also knew her skin regenerated every day.. She looked now at what she had started to paint the scales of several snakes around the tree trunk. She thought of the dead and dying cells of her skin, and all the dead and dying trees upon the earth.. Each connecting like a huge skin around Mother Gaia .

The time for renewal was also a time for shedding and letting go. She saw how Mother Earth was also speaking to us and yet we were not listening. Renewal and Regenerating meant all things changed.. They had changed in the past, thousands of years before and the planet was changing now and the Humans were also changing with her. For we were One.

The woman put down her paintbrush as she studied the snakes she had created upon the Elder Tree. She thought of the prophecies of the Black snake across our Mothers land. And she saw again the Standing Ones strength had held stronger when linking together holding the fabric of the Earth together with their roots. Were we going to have to go back to our roots she thought? Like the Tree Tribes she saw much suffering through great changes.

 It was now  time for many skins to join together as One!.  

 © Sue Dreamwalker 2017

To be continued.