Wednesday, August 19, 2015

The Butterfly Maiden


KACHINA

SHE CAME TO ME, UNEXPECTEDLY

In a vision, in a brief moment, such intense clarity.  A knowing that I have always been and always will be protected and divinely guided, if only I will accept and allow and listen.  

SHE CAME TO ME, UNEXPECTEDLY

Her wings, they shelter me.  Her strength flows through my veins.  She infuses my spirit with freedom and flight.  

SHE CAME TO ME, UNEXPECTEDLY

Metamorphosis.  Rebirth.  Renewal.

SHE CAME TO ME, UNEXPECTEDLY
BUT SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN BESIDE ME.

After she came to me, a few days later, I had a most magical encounter.  An unexpected meeting with a monarch caterpillar!  I'm not sure I've ever seen a monarch caterpillar, or perhaps it  is because I've just never noticed the miracles of beauty and life around me with such awe and appreciation until lately.  






With Love and Light, and Butterfly Flight...


Thursday, August 6, 2015

When Feathers Appear




Each day, sometimes several times a day, I find feathers.  It actually feels as if they find me.  

They usually present themselves during my morning and evening walks with my dog.  

The are just there, in my path, or they peek slightly out of the grass.

Maybe I find them because I know they are there?

I choose to think feathers are magical, and symbolize beautiful things.

They are considered the calling cards for our Angels and Guides.    

  "Feathers appear when Angels are near". 

They are Validation of being on the right spiritual path.  

A reminder to lighten up, and not take life and its many challenges so seriously.  

Abundance, and unconditional love.  

This morning, while on my walk, I found my first feather in the middle of the walking path.  

I was in a moment of true gratitude when out of the sky fell a tiny, sweet little feather...

right.into.my.hand!  

I was brought to tears with this ethereal and mystical gift.  

It's not every day you catch a feather falling from the sky.  


Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Summer Miracles

SUMMER SUN


Great is the sun, and wide he goes 
Through empty heaven with repose; 
And in the blue and glowing days 
More thick than rain he showers his rays. 

Though closer still the blinds we pull 
To keep the shady parlour cool, 
Yet he will find a chink or two 
To slip his golden fingers through. 

The dusty attic spider-clad 
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad; 
And through the broken edge of tiles 
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles. 

Meantime his golden face around 
He bares to all the garden ground, 
And sheds a warm and glittering look 
Among the ivy's inmost nook. 

Above the hills, along the blue, 
Round the bright air with footing true, 
To please the child, to paint the rose, 
The gardener of the World, he goes. 

~Robert Louis Stevenson~

Ah, those sweet, soft fleeting days of Summer.  I chase the sun, saving memories.  Not just of a moment, but of a life lived in gratitude, filled with miracles.  Each day is filled with miracles.  The way the sun hits the leaves of a flower, or gently shines between the trees.  The scent of grass and evening showers.  The glitter of light on a wave, and the sound it makes against the shore.  Eyes to see this beauty, ears to hear it.  A heart that knows.  All miracles.  

Shift your perception to see miracles in every day.  


















(Photographs taken at Three Oaks Recreation Center in Crystal Lake.  GO THERE if you are local.  A little slice of heaven in our back yards).