Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Messages of Peace
During this Third Moon Cycle I am reminded of
Jamie Sams' entry for The 13 Original Clan Mothers.
Now is the time for 'Weighs The Truth' and how
appropriate for this day!
Weighs The Truth
The Protectress of the meek
Weighs the truth for all to see,
Divine Law, seeking balance,
Setting the spirit free.
And here, amid the chaos
Of earthly trials she stands,
Ready to issue justice,
Compassion in her hands.
She answers when deception
Shows the destructive face
Of human greed and hatred,
Dividing every creed and race.
Keeper of Great Mystery's laws,
Whose guiding ways we seek,
May we accept the oneness of
The truths we hear you speak.
(an excerpt from The 13 Original
Clan Mothers by Jamie Sams)
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Grandmother Weighs The Truth...
Teach me this day the Peace that
passes all understanding, bringing
me into balance by seeing all
situations with clarity, and standing
as a Keeper of Equality and Guardian
of Justice.
As Spring brings us the Awakening of
what has been slumbering, of what
has been in Retreat and Renewal,
show me through Bear Medicine the
color of brown, the rich soil of Mother
Earth and Your connection to Divine
Law. Show me Great Grandmother
my truths, to take the brown beam
of inconsistency, untruths in my knowing
and unknowing, out of my own eyes and
heart, so that I may make ready to receive
and accept, The Truth that lives only inside
of me. Help me to accept my strengths as
well as my weaknesses, so that I may move
forward into another Springtime in my life
and Bring the Beauty of that springing
forth back to You Beloved One!
To this day then I Thank You for the
teachings of Jamie Sams, for the teachings
of All through Sisterhood, Mother, and Grandmother,
so that I may rest internally, externally, and
eternally within your Great and Ancient Knowledge.
A'HO!!!
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Friday, March 12, 2010
Salutation to the Dawn
Sanskrit Salutation To The Dawn
Listen to the salutation to the dawn,
Look to this day for it is life,
the very life of life,
In its brief course lie all the verities
and realities of our existence.
The bliss of growth, the splendour
of beauty,
For yesterday is but a dream and
tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day.
Such is the salutation to the dawn.
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I've been quiet of late...part of it
is because my new computer is
being worked on...and so I am
trying valiantly to post from my
Old Dragon...she is faithful to
be sure...
But the other part is...I have
awakened most every day this
week, to be greeted by Fog...
lots and lots of Fog in my neck
of the woods...it always puts a
different perspective on things,
eh? I actually have enjoyed it
and embraced it for what it is...
I love the muffled sounds it
brings...muted tones...a quieting
down of the busy-ness of life.
A trusting that behind that veil
of Fog, things are still there,
still functioning, still touching.
Then comes the cool part when
the fog begins to part, dissipate,
and what was once lost to the
eyes, is now seen. I once was
lost but now am found type of
thing. And then the total 'un-'
veiling and the knowing that all
things were there all along? It
is a magickal time, that unvieling.
Followed by a quiet joy that
bubbles up from within.
It was after the unveiling I saw
my first Robin of spring flying in
from the East towards me...Oh
the happiness that warmed my
insides! I wonder and delight at
their return each spring and have
to write it down on my calender.
Just something about their return
that moves me in my knowing that
Spring truly is here! So in between
the raindrops I went out to see if
anything is sprouting in the flower
beds...I see the Foxglove made it
through the winter...and today I
will truly go out for a good look
as the sun is shining this morning.
Therefore I will look to this day to
bring me the quiet joy I livingly
and lovingly seek, and knowing the
Fog always burns away, and I am
never truly lost or without my
senses.
Listen to the salutation to the dawn,
Look to this day for it is life,
the very life of life,
In its brief course lie all the verities
and realities of our existence.
The bliss of growth, the splendour
of beauty,
For yesterday is but a dream and
tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day.
Such is the salutation to the dawn.
***************************
I've been quiet of late...part of it
is because my new computer is
being worked on...and so I am
trying valiantly to post from my
Old Dragon...she is faithful to
be sure...
But the other part is...I have
awakened most every day this
week, to be greeted by Fog...
lots and lots of Fog in my neck
of the woods...it always puts a
different perspective on things,
eh? I actually have enjoyed it
and embraced it for what it is...
I love the muffled sounds it
brings...muted tones...a quieting
down of the busy-ness of life.
A trusting that behind that veil
of Fog, things are still there,
still functioning, still touching.
Then comes the cool part when
the fog begins to part, dissipate,
and what was once lost to the
eyes, is now seen. I once was
lost but now am found type of
thing. And then the total 'un-'
veiling and the knowing that all
things were there all along? It
is a magickal time, that unvieling.
Followed by a quiet joy that
bubbles up from within.
It was after the unveiling I saw
my first Robin of spring flying in
from the East towards me...Oh
the happiness that warmed my
insides! I wonder and delight at
their return each spring and have
to write it down on my calender.
Just something about their return
that moves me in my knowing that
Spring truly is here! So in between
the raindrops I went out to see if
anything is sprouting in the flower
beds...I see the Foxglove made it
through the winter...and today I
will truly go out for a good look
as the sun is shining this morning.
Therefore I will look to this day to
bring me the quiet joy I livingly
and lovingly seek, and knowing the
Fog always burns away, and I am
never truly lost or without my
senses.
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