She Who Heals...

I have been quiet again of late.
Lots of things floating around in
my psyche and spirit that need
moving around, out, up, and
away from me. 

We all go through cycles ... those
times of turning inward and then
coming out to put our learning,
wisdom, and experience into play.

Seems the older I get the more I
take the time to go into the cave
and contemplate the woman within.
The things I need to work on before
the spark dies in this realm and I
move on to another.

So, I've been working on more huge
'stuff' for self, and finding peace with
what I have found.  A'ha moments
going off like shooting stars and me
quickly catching them.  Raising my
energy vibration just a little bit more.

Today I am praying this beautiful
prayer by Jamie Sams....

She Who Heals

Mother, sing me a song
that will ease my pain,
Mend broken bones
Bring wholeness again.
Catch my babies
When they are born,
Sing me my death song
Teach me how to mourn.
Show me the medicine
of the healing herbs,
the value of spirit
The way I can serve.
Mother, heal my heart
So that I can see,
The gifts of yours
That can live through me.

May you all walk in Beauty
Today and Everyday...

I Stand in the Presence of Greatness...

Each morning I fully come here ready and intending to post something that comes from my heart.  Then I get to reading my Dashboard entries by the blogs that I follow and by the time I am finished reading all of them I sit here with all of that beauty, with all of those heartsongs sharing so intensely the colorful blanket they wear, that I just have to sit in all of that wondrous energy and absorb it.

Each Woman/Sister/Friend bringing to the campfire her own delicate weaving of the song in her heart.  All of us taking up the Talking Stick and patiently, reverently listening until it is our time to speak, or not if we so choose.  It is then I realize...I stand in the Presence of Greatness.  I realize too, that on down through the ages as the women have gathered in their rites and sacred ceremonies, their gatherings of creating, that we all have sat in the Great Circle of Stone with the Original Mother gently leading us into the fullness we now are.  She has given each of us distinct and wise gifts to share with one another.  Herself has Blessed us since the time of our creation story and we honor Her by our respect and honoring of one another.  By allowing each elegent weave around the campfire to 'be.'

So today...I stand in The Presence of Greatness...and will continue coming to this sacred place of reading what lays on each heart...for in that heartsong we all learn life, giving, compassion, firmness, sharing and Love.

Thank You Ancient Mother for All Women everywhere whose wisdom belongs to you, was begat by you, was instilled by you, and is shared through your heartsong.

Blessed Is The Flame...

The Great Stone Circle...

The Wise Women...

Blessed Art Thou!...

I Stand In The Presence of Greatness

Mountain Grandma's Song

If I look back where I belong
I hear the Ancient Mother in
the Mountain Grandma's song.

Singing sweet, the old time long ago,
of babes and mouths to feed...
turning a dress or an old shirt out
of burlap bags into the urgent need.

Caring for family, one moment at a time,
walkin' down that path with head held high
as the Old Mama knows.  As we've
watched her grow, always into her own.

The years are turning and time goes by-
tellin' us to tell the truths and never
the damned old lie, just so we can get by.

Another day, another hour, looking inside
for a bit more power - now the silent sighs
come, the staying awake when day is done.

Gathering peace like a mantle around
your shoulders...another day gone,
another day older.  Show me grace
please Ancient Mother.

Another dimension now, just one more.
The Crone comes knocking at your door.
You open yourself, embrace the new but
still shadows lurk in things you do, things
you say, another worry, another day.

Grandmother please, help me along
my way.  I pray to get it right...to
leave my legacy, so the babes will know
to go back to that mountain top, where

The Grandma's song, sang to us sweet
and all night long.

© Akasa WolfSong  1/16/07

I love to write poetry even tho I
think I'm not very good at it.
Something kept calling me to
share this tonight though so
I'm showing my HeartSong here.

I wish you all a safe and sacred
evening full of graceful moments.
Let the ending of your day be
filled with peace and the knowing
you tried your best today.  That
is all we are meant to do.  In
each moment that we live we
breath the sacredness of life.

Peace........