The Sacred Self

While life is a physical journey, it is foremost a spiritual one. We are each in search of our own true nature. We long to feel the divinity within and around us, yet we tend to get caught up in the pressures of the world. We allow the weight of everyday living to steal our joy. I’ve often gotten so caught up in the search for purpose I’ve forgotten my true nature. I’ve learned purpose is in the living. It is peace of soul. It is the joy one feels. It is the light given and received. Our purpose is within every breath we take. Perhaps, if we walk a little lighter, laugh a little more, and live moments in essence we will recognize not only the blessings surrounding us but the gifts within us. You are a sacred vessel. You are life, love, and laughter. You are silence, and you are song. You, my friend, are a gift. Step into your beauty.

The Gift

Embrace your knowing. Do not doubt its validity. This wisdom is a blessing. Messages of the deep ride the rhythms of your soul and settle in your heart. Feel the movement. Listen to how it resonates. It is the compass of your spirit guiding you on your journey. Yes, you are supported, guided, loved. But you already know all these things. Wrap it around you like a shawl and walk deep into the night.

Flight of a Gentle Soul

We are the ones who walk softly. We are on a journey to peace. We are searching for an inner calmness and harmonious relationships with others. We don’t ruffle feathers. We’ve learned when to walk away and when to allow others into our space.

We quietly lead by example. We make no demands. We just are. And when we are noticed we experience a bit of discomfort. We downplay compliments. We might find it difficult to stand up for ourselves.

Many of us have been accused of being too sensitive or overemotional, often resulting in shame of our own authenticity. While we take what others say to heart, we also see things from all perspectives. This very thing we struggle to come to terms with is our power. This journey of self-acceptance is the flight of the gentle soul.

Speaking your soul truth is difficult for someone who wishes to hide in the shadows. Claiming your voice is necessary for growth. When you stand your ground you validate your spirit. Everything changes when you learn to fly.

There is a saying that a comfort zone is a beautiful place where nothing grows. My soul dwelled in that comfortable nest for way too long. I had no idea the freedom and bliss which comes with being authentic without apology.  As I continue to come into me, it is my hope these words will lift your wings as you come into yours. May we all soar.

Speak your soul. Live your spirit. Love your life.

Let Go and Move On

Let go of old belief systems. You know, the things ingrained in your brain that hold you back or pin you down. You know what I’m talking about. It might be a family superstition, a religious dogma, an expectation or opinion of you, or a statement made against you. This could be a past humiliation, something that binds you in shame or guilt or causes you a lack of confidence. Many of these boulders of principle date back to our childhoods. Yes, I call them boulders because they weigh so much on our emotional bodies that we are unable to move our physical and intellectual bodies to start the work we need to do. When you can move this block in your mind you enter the wonderful world of emotional and spiritual freedom.

Honor what is true. How do you know what is right? First of all, the ego lies. When we choose to do the right thing it usually resonates in either our heart or gut, sometimes both. The guidance of prayer or meditation helps pave the way, not what someone else tells you is best for you. The answers will come, but you must be willing to listen to spirit.

Clip those wings and fly!

Return of the Water Witch’s Daughter

The Water Witch’s Daughter is returning after an extended hiatus. I’ve experienced a time of learning and personal growth. As with growth there is change. My interests have always varied, but now even more so. My values remain though my content may slightly differ.  Be assured the voice is mine…it is the same heart and soul.

My world has been one of living and loving in the midst of water. Not unlike life, water is both a smooth and turbulent traveler. A mountain spring trickles underground, nourishing from top to basin.  Rivers and creeks scream, sing, and hum along their journey to the sea. Oh, what lessons the tides and currents of life teach us. “One must balance the waters of life. With little one is parched.  None, one dies of thirst. Too much, one drowns. We must learn how to tread, float, and drink. Water has the power to give or take life. We have the power to fight against it or flow with it.”  (from one of my current WIPs)

The riverbed of my body has become a medium of ancestral messages rising from marrow, trickling through blood, and bubbling like a spring to surface through voice. I have learned emotions and thoughts articulated into words, spoken or written, are my water. When I deny my own truth I become not only powerless but a woman I no longer recognize. I claim my voice. I wear my heart on my sleeve, for which I no longer apologize.  I walk in the spirit of love. I welcome you to walk with me.

In The Early Morning Light

“Morning is an important time of day, because how you spend your morning can often tell you what kind of day you are going to have.” ~ Lemony Snicket

“Morning is an important time of day, because how you spend your morning can often tell you what kind of day you are going to have.” ~ Lemony Snicket

I rise in the wee hours of the morning while darkness is still settled across my world like a fine dust on a country road. I watch the sun tiptoe through the pine branches and dance over the rooftops…the trees and flowers shimmer in my neighbor’s car windows, birthing my world to view. The crows caw, crickets chirp, and the robins sing as I speak thanks for this day of blessings. I set my intentions to love, care, respect, and feel this world around me and to be here in this life of mine. Where does your path lead you today?

On Death and Rebirth

“When love awakens in your life, in the night of your heart, it is like the dawn breaking within you. Where before there was anonymity, now there is intimacy; where before there was fear, now there is courage; where before in your life there was awkwardness, now there is a rhythm of grace and gracefulness; where before you used to be jagged, now you are elegant and in rhythm with your self. When love awakens in your life, it is like a rebirth, a new beginning.” ― John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

“When love awakens in your life, in the night of your heart, it is like the dawn breaking within you. Where before there was anonymity, now there is intimacy; where before there was fear, now there is courage; where before in your life there was awkwardness, now there is a rhythm of grace and gracefulness; where before you used to be jagged, now you are elegant and in rhythm with your self. When love awakens in your life, it is like a rebirth, a new beginning.” ― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

We die and rebirth aspects of ourselves time again as we discover our true selves. We let go of conditioned beliefs as we begin to think for ourselves. People leave our lives and new ones enter throughout the seasons of a lifetime. Our experiences bring wisdom to our souls. There is a peace about us when we learn to accept what we once didn’t.  When we love ourselves, we see the beauty of life and find joy in the simple state of being. At stages of our lives we take things for granted, and later have a great appreciation for them. I experienced one of these moments this past weekend.

I was sitting on my mother’s porch (out in the country) early in the morning drinking a cup of coffee. While it seemed the world was sleeping, people that is, life around me was in full swing. Cardinals and blue jays were singing and the squirrels were rustling about the oaks, cedars, and maples. I could hear the train keening over the mountain. Once the echo disappeared in the distance I heard something I’d never heard from my position. The gurgle from the small creek below the property played like a lullaby upon my soul. I spent much of my youth perched upon the bank or rocks in the creek writing poetry while listening to that very sound. It was such a joy to hear this at the house. I wonder if I could hear the flow of the creek because the water was up from recent downfalls or because I was quiet enough within to listen. My point about death and rebirth within ourselves is many years ago my mind was filled with chatter. This morning meditation filled my heart with love and set my day with graceful intention, a balance I welcome.

Tell me your story of a newfound appreciation.

Beneath Voice

Life is always flowing on like a river, sometimes with murmurs, sometimes without bending this way or that, we do not exactly see why; now in beautiful picturesque places, now through barren and uninteresting scenes, but always flowing with a look of treachery about it; it is so swift, so voiceless, yet so continuous. — (Faber)

Life is always flowing on like a river, sometimes with murmurs, sometimes without bending this way or that, we do not exactly see why; now in beautiful picturesque places, now through barren and uninteresting scenes, but always flowing with a look of treachery about it; it is so swift, so voiceless, yet so continuous. — (Faber)

Cold seeped into my soul this past week as Mother Nature blew in like a gypsy dancing and shaking her tambourines. Her fingernails tapped against the window panes and her voice shrilled though the air. She ranted and raved while this old house simply moaned arthritically to the tantrum outside. While I was not excited with yet two more snow falls, I bundled up and enjoyed the wonderland left by the icy nomad. Knowing what I needed to do, I decided I would enjoy the task. Yes, even shoveling snow can be pleasant when approached with the right frame of mind.

What good does it do to complain? Venting eases the tension within, but it doesn’t change the weather or the remaining circumstances, snowy and icy sidewalks. Regardless of whether we are vocal, we do what needs to be done because that is the way we are wired.

When approached with the mundane tasks of daily living we simply put one foot in front of the other. We’re not always thrilled with where we are, what we’re doing, or even where we’re going. We wear our masks or smiles and keep on moving. We trudge along not really understanding why we feel this way, but somehow we know we will get where we are supposed to be…so then the question is if we are uncomfortable where we are does that mean we are in the wrong place? I tend to be a believer that we are exactly where we are supposed to be at all times. Is it really important to understand the significance of our placement all the time?

Are we silent or do we speak up? When we are vocal, others offer us assurance and direction. I’ve found when I remain silent and allow the stirrings within nudge me the steps I take are natural to my soul. What is it beneath the still voice that drives us forward? It is heart or spirit? We often quickly adapt to change and don’t realize we are evolving. We are drops in the stream, a pulse of constant flow…over sticks, under rocks, a merging current rounding the bend. We are the beating hearts of the river, a song of spirit finding her way home.

Subtle

 

“It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.” ~Robert Louis Stevenson
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Not all changes are drastic. Small changes can build into habits or even a way of life. You don’t even notice until you think back on your past.

Just as each season morphs into each new one, our lives alter with each new acquaintance and experience.

Within the realms of solitude and silence the soul soars.

The scope broadens.

The path lengthens.

Perhaps we find ourselves further away than we originally meant to wander. There’s an ephemeral quality of the quiet beauty in this discovery.

Do you wish to stay here? Do you want to go back?

I choose to continue walking.

The days may pass in subtle degrees, but every breath is a beautiful possibility.

Wishing You A Beautiful Life

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I wish for you a life of simple abundance; an abundance of necessary tools to learn to bend with the wind, stand strong against the tide, and forge trails across life’s arduous mountains.

I wish for you the gift of time, moments of explicit joy with those you love. I want you to open your hands wide and let time escape and settle in your heart. I wish for you time to touch the morning; to feel the cool wetness of dew as it clings to the grass beneath your feet. I wish for you the time to see birds in flight; to notice the perfection of each single feather that gives lift and how they join a myriad of others to create formation that soars the vast blue skies. I wish for you the stillness of time to hear that voice; the one that calls deep within and guides you among the living. I wish for you the opportunity of time to taste the salt of the ocean so that you may enjoy the sweet pungency of earth. I wish for you the time to smell the fragrance of daily living; the bittersweet scent of disappointment so that you may savor the aroma of fulfillment. I wish for you time to know the value of living.

I wish for you the gift of vision so that you might see the colorful rainbow of your life; the possibility of who you can become and the immeasurable value of who you are.

I wish for you the ability to take sorrow and weave it into a basket of hope; that you might know strength is developed through adversity, and character is built by conquering fear and overcoming obstacles.

I hope you will learn to accept defeat as a rung on the ladder of success. I wish you the wisdom to recognize success as you walk along its terrain and know the valleys and peaks are not measured upon the opinions of others.

I desire patience for you to wait your turn, to know your timing is not always yours to choose. I wish you to be able to let go of control and allow your life to flower of its own accord.

I wish for you prosperity; to know it does not always come in material form and the intuition to feel the richness laden within the layers of your soul.

I wish for you faith not only in times of distress; but to know you are always loved in every moment and in every situation.

I wish for you mercy upon your own mistakes and forgiveness toward others. I wish for you a grateful spirit; an appreciation of those around you and all you are offered in this life. I wish you grace to pave a life of love.

I wish for you a generous heart, compassionate soul, good intentions, and a life of positive influence.

I pray for many moments of happiness in your life, but more importantly joy because joy is not merely a feeling but a condition of existence. More than that I wish you peace, a comfort which resides deep within and transcends all understanding.

I wish you conservation of your own well-being: I pray for your good health that you will make wise choices and reap the benefits of walking in comfort to enjoy every step of your journey.

I ask that you know the difference between being alone and being lonely; that you will find comfort in yourself and strength in knowing you are never truly alone.

I wish for you trust in trying times and compassionate hands to reach out and pick you up when you are down.

I wish for you to know the importance of limitations but also the freedom and power to step outside of self imposed boundaries.

I wish you the desire to let go of anger and shame and replace them with a calm spirit and self-worth. I wish you acceptance of your past as it has created your beautiful soul of today.

I wish you work to challenge your being, play to enjoy life‘s pleasures, and rest to recharge your faculties. I wish you the opportunity to teach your craft and to serve others and the poise to receive the same. I wish you balance among your many interests and harmony in your life.

I pray your struggles are few and far between and never more than you can bear. I also pray you grow from your experiences and  your healing be fully restored.

I wish for you clarity in times of chaos and discernment in times of doubt; that you will continue to reach when you feel nothing within your grasp.

I pray you recognize the many gifts in life that are free to those who reach for them. I pray you will continue to dance among the wildflowers while you reach for the stars.

I pray you will not feel you are entitled to life but blessed to live it.

I pray you will view the power of surrender as an act of acceptance; that you will both give and receive daily as needed.

I wish you immeasurable love and continuous light in all you encompass.

Whether your needs are physical or spiritual I pray your thirst might be quenched and your hunger satisfied all the days of your life; that you know your visit here is not absolute but life and love ring eternal.

May you find a piece of heaven in all you touch on earth.

May you may always live your life as poetry in motion.

****These are the same New Years wishes I had for you last year and the year before, but they still ring true! Happy New Year!