My Words and Wandering Thoughts
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(There is not a woman alive today who won't crack up over this!)
"I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.
Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell
me there was a cancellation and the 9:30am appointment was available. I took it. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45 am. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare.
As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene
when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in "that area" to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.
I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other such glamorous place a million miles away.
I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?" I didn't respond.
After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal... some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc. After school when my six year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get another one from the cupboard.
She replied, "No!!!".
She yelled, " I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."
We can all connect with this..
April 19: Denim Day. It is in support of women's rights in sexual assault and rape. People are asked to wear some form of demin in response to a rape case in which the judge ruled against the women because she was wearing jeans when she was raped, so she obviously took her own pants off and consented to being raped.
April 20: 4:20!!!!! Appreciate and enjoy all things Hemp. need I say more.
April 22: Earth Day, honor and cherish our mother earth, like she deserves to be all of the time.
April 26: National Day of Silence. In memory of all the gay and lesbian students that have been silenced in our schools. Spend the entire day in silence.
April 30: Beltane. Love and honor each, have a bon fire, kiss the people you love, and embrace life, fertility, and each other.
Please honor these days if you feel the message is right. Just thought everyone would like to know.
Cannot catch you, elusive lover, But I can feel you
See my fire burning bright But you remain detached
Our connection, sacred and profound
Tells of no lies, only of truths abound
So run all you want, but you won’t get far
I’m a part of you, etched inside your soul
Blindly grope at other connections
But they won’t lift you as high as I can
I’ve stood in the center of the fire waiting for you to join
What are you so scared of? I only reflect what brews inside of you, I simply hold a mirror for you to see disbelief keeps you disconnected. So be it.
I must let go of what no longer serves my growth.
But to bring myself to cut the ties that bind…
Makes me fall to my knees and whisper,
“Ok, Goddess, this is in your hands now”
Releasing you, a part of me comes undone. Alone now, creation to be birthed anew
Nurturance of new connections
A faint dream opening me to other possibilities
Awkwardly I begin to stumble forward and plunge into the whirlwind abyss
Where will I end up? Who will I meet? What will become of me? And how will I know I’ve landed?
A gentle whisper answers,
My child, close your eyes and trust me
I have seen you through countless of times.
Learn to breathe, learn to let go, learn to be.
I know of your dreams and I know of your
hungers. You must learn of how to surrender.
Surrender to me and surrender to yourself
but surrender sweet child of mine, surrender.
Your loneliness is an illusion, for I have been with
you since the beginning of time and I am what
sustains you when all else falls away.
I am in the beatings of your heart
I am in the rise and fall of each breath you take
I am in the eyes that gaze back at you in the mirror
I am in and of your heartache, fears and tears
I am in the laughter you release
I am in the roots that keep you grounded
I am in and of the wings that make your goals take flight
But most importantly Daughter, not only am I in you,
I am you.
Response to the Goddess's words
I cannot do it alone; The waves run fast and high, and the fogs close all around, The light goes out in the sky;
But I know that we two shall win in the end, The Goddess and I.
"Coward and wayward and weak, I change with the changing sky; Today so eager and bright,
Tomorrow too weak to try; But She never gives in, So we two shall win, The Goddess and I.
"I could not guide it myself, My boat on Life's wild sea;There's one who sits by my side, Who pulls and steer with me. And I know that we two Shall safe inter port,
The Goddess and I.
Please teach me, Goddess ...I want to know Exactly how to pray. I need some words, Which ones are right?
Please tell me what to say. I've bowed my head, I have knelt down,But ...should I be upright? I've closed my eyes,
I've raised my hands,Or ...should I fold them tight?
Do I stand up? Should I sit down?
Dear Goddess ... what do you like?
Are lights turned on? Or are they off?Maybe ...candle light?
Wear my glasses? Take them off? Be at the Altar or table?
Should I whisper? Speak out loud? Do I quote a poem?
What do you think about the time? Do You prefer the dawn?
Should I pray fast, Or keep it slow? Better short ... or long?
I'm new at this What are the rules? I want to do it right.
How do I know you'll even hear, That I am in Your sight?
And while I sat there quietly, Waiting for some sign,
I heard a gentle voice say, "Oh, dearest child of mine ...
Do you think I really care about the time of day,
Or whether you are standing up, Or kneeling when you pray?" "I don't care about your posture, Or about the place you choose; Just open up your soul to me, I have no other rules. Tell me what is in your heart, And tell me what you seek; Tell me of your sorrows, And of those things that made you weak." "Speak to me in private about what concerns you most; I know about your good deeds ...
You have no need to boast. My child, you don't need lessons, Just talk to me each day;
Tell me anything you want, dear child,
Anyone can pray."
Imagine, for a moment, that peace befell the land,
that all of humankind reached out and held each other's hand.
Imagine, for an instant, the touch of skin to skin
proved so powerful a feeling every nation felt like kin.
Imagine, for a second, love possessed the honest soul
of each citizen on the planet and the world was truly whole.
Imagine, for a heartbeat, how hatred would dissolve
and compassion rise up gallantly with blazing-strong resolve.
Imagine, in your lifetime, this chain of hope began
and the link at its inception was your firm, extended hand.
We've roamed the wild country >My beautiful yellow eyes,
>Side by side we've hunted>Shadows dancing on northern skies.>There have been times of plenty>We were content and serene,>Peacefully sleeping>Dangers few and far between.>We've also known much hunger>Ribs protruding from each side.>Mournfully we howled>When our starving cubs had died.>And then there was our first winter >Romping thru the glistening snow,>Tasting each crystal snowflake>Falling gently to and fro.>Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes>I've known no greater love,>Without you, I am nothing>Our wild souls are one.
>And now you lay there dying>Steel jaws upon your frame,
>Life's blood slowly seeping>I whimper your sweet name.
>Helpless, I watch you struggle>Chest heaving with labored breath,>Steel jaws clenching tighter>Winds whisper the song of death.>The blood has now stopped flowing
>I know the time is near,>And you will forever leave me
>My love, my life, my dear.>And now my world is silent
>Your struggles now have ceased,>I lay my head upon you
>And know you are at peace.>Perhaps your soul has lifted
>To skies where eagles soar,>And there you'll greet your brothers>To run with them forever more.>And someday I shall find you>In the heaven's so far above,>And when our wild soul's unite>There'll be no greater love.
>By Joan L. Van Vels
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