the meditative, grounding sound coming from my singing bowl
With your time. Your energy. Who you let in to the doorway of your heart.
The soft soil of your inner life
is not a stomping ground.
Not a place for the curious taker or thief.
Not a place for the envious or judgmental.
Or anyone who wants to keep you small.
It is a place only for those
who breath in your radiance, vulnerability and brokenness
with a hushed awe and reverence.
Who bow before the glowing scars and silvered shards of pain.
It is a place only for those who intimately understand
(and deeply honor) the (whole) divinity you are working to reveal"
~Deborah Anne Quibell~
sparrows in the snow enjoying the seed falling from the feeder (and a mischievous squirrel) who has been keeping me amused ;-D
"Remember, you are sacred land.
Choose your travelers wisely"
ginger cookie star tree and a happy dusting of powdered sugar "snow"
"That house was ...'a perfect house, whether you like food or sleep,
or storytelling or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all'.
Merely to be there was a cure for weariness, fear, and sadness"
spotting nests in the bare branches as I walk with Archer is always a blessing to my soul. I have spotted nests in all shapes and sizes ~ each one beautiful and unique much like the birds who created them.
"Maybe the journey isn't so much about becoming anything.
Maybe it's about un-becoming everything that isn't really you,
so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place"
we have needed to really bundle up these last few days as the temperature has dropped. Archer walks very slowly, stopping often, so nice warm boots are a necessity.
"Reflecting on our day
we find what is sacred.
Through our senses the spirit speaks.
Walking the path of life
we tread on holy ground.
Ordinary everyday events and things
radiate the divine"
all my handmade items for gift giving have been made... now, with a week until Christmas Eve, it's time to create some treat jars/cookie mix jars ~ a tradition.
"When I grow up, I want to be that old lady with long grey hair, who lives in a corner of the countryside, surrounded by mountains and rivers and all the animals... who grows her own food and makes her own remedies; and her house is surrounded by plants, wind chimes and all sorts of weird and funky ornaments"