Mondays Offering...something personal

Love and Light

Lunch Break and Time Machines

did you press play?

another of his songs

first take

all him

what would we do if we had a time machine

really?

what would we change

Last week I took him for lunch

to my favorite little pub

tucked away down by the river

beside the train tracks 

it used to be a bank...way back when

1811 to be exact 

in the '70s it was turned into a pub

loads of character

big windows looking out over the river

history on every wall 

a girlfriend texted while I was there

I told here where I was...

"you're where?

with Nate?"

yes he is 19...

As a mom

I can look back and indulge

in thoughts of time machines

and 

if I knew then what I knew now

but

if I am honest

heart bearing honest

I did my best

with what I had

when it was
never perfect
but always present 

and all I have left

is a crazy love

that is never wavered

even when he is 19 year old selfish

or inconsiderate

even when he makes choices

that makes my eyebrow raise

even when....     

this love just can't be killed

and moments like this day

are better than any riches the world has

"mom...whats with the braids?"   

"mom...what's with the camera?"

"can you send me the pictures?"

mom

The roads he and I have traveled

and it's not over yet

just different...

crazy love

unconditonal

never to be done

time machine?

no

not for me

I am good where we have gone

I am even better with

where we are going...

"mom...this is awesome

its my new favorite pub!"

"I knew you would like it" 

time machine anyone?

love and light 

   

Mondays Offering...why I do the work that I do

“An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an African tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run, they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats. When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said, ‘UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?’ (‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: ‘I am because we are.)” (Credit: +Sara Del Valle)

This story is why I do the work I do

Those faces are why I do the work that I do

Those homes are why I do the work that I do

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I do it all because I live with the belief  

that we are all connected

that we call come from one Source

Created by one Spirit

Each of us equal

Each of us mattering

Each of us knowing

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In one week I leave

to go back to my other home

I am ready to be used as an instrument of Love

and I take you with me

Your gifts of money and love

will be carried down and felt and appreciated...

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As I continue my preparations to leave

I hope to find time to come by and see you

but if I do not

know that I could not be doing this

without you, your love, your support

Thank you my lovelies of love and light

your love is a precious gift

I leave you today 

with an offering of prayer

 

Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi

Great Spirit, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury,pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

So it is
All my relations

Amen

 Love and Light

 

Finding Home...

On Wednesday I woke with anxiety sitting on my chest

deep panicking anxiety 

As I walk through the unsual suspects

that bring me here

I decided to transcend them all 

I decided to not

"try to make sense of it"

I decided  that instead

I needed to medicate it

tend to it

love on it

give to it.

So

after I permed my moms hair that morning

I grabbed the dog, my camera,

got into the truck

and drove to where 

I was being called.

I am blessed to live in a area that offers

Mother Earths finest wears.

Ocean

Forest

Lakes

Feilds

River

Creeks

Meadows

and 

Mountains

Today it was them that called

The Mountains behind my home...    

I needed the cold mountain air

to caress my skin

I needed to fill my lungs with  

the medicine it gives.

I needed to feast my eyes

on the majesting of the snow capped giants

I needed to be away from the human noise

and be enveloped in Natures Love.

We are still in the dull of winter

though the signs of Spring

can be found

Ducks and Snow Geese

are getting ready

to nest and bring new life.

Hawks fly close to the wet lands

looking for their daily bread.

Seagulls and Red Winged Black birds

search for a place to nest.

The great water shivers

as mountain winds caress

snow can still be found

high on the alpine line

great trees stand by the thousands

housing bear, deer and wolf

All of the beauty

which remains with or without me

Yet it gives to me

feeds me

medicates me

stills my troubles mind

expels the anxiety

that clung to me for dear life

This place is my Healing Balm

the place in which I touch God

and God touches me

I offered my gift

from my own medicine pouch

and in return

was given back a stone

to remember this healing

to remember the abundance that is

And the joy of my eager companion

makes me laugh out loud

guides me back to center

brings me back to Home

A couple hours of direct treatment

and I was brought back to holy health

Grateful am I

for the Abundance that is

Grateful am I 

for the Love that is

Grateful I am

for Good Medicine received

   Grateful I am

 to be back Home

once again 

may you find yourself Home this weekend

my lovelies

Love and Light

(ps just over a week to go for my big trip 

have you seen the total??? We are surpassing my intention!!

Thank you Thank you Thank you

I could not do this with out you!)