I held this moment for you
I took it gently into my embrace
I comforted your weeping form
Gave you all the love I could
Knowing It wouldn’t matter
Knowing nothing changed.
Some days you are present for it
just for the sake of love.
Empathy unravels when you know that the worlds conscious is sleeping
at the door of greed.
But still,
you show up,
and you care.
You are who you are
no motive
just resolute.
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It began a long time ago.
It was a joke really.
She referred to me as a Goddess, and I laughed.
I told her that of all the women I knew, she needed to be worshiped far more than I.
That humor has segued over the years into a deeper understanding.
To seeing the God spark in so many people.
Seeing that inner soul light, that makes an individual a reflection of the Divine.
I had a series of Mugs I made once, they were busts of women and on them I wrote ” every women a Goddess”
Then there was my son, who wanted to be a God.
~laughing~
or perhaps have the powers of one?
Wanting to be closer to God? a Part of God? Who knows the way a young mans mind works…
~”not I “said the female~
I have been in a Creative Maelstrom, restless and wild, as I can be.
When I had an idea
a crazy crazy idea.
It is deep inside me, like a seed.
Maybe it’s nuts.
You’ll tell me if I’ve gone around the bend,
won’t you?
The thing is I need your help.
I really really do.
I need you to do something to help me.
I want to do some paintings.
Paintings of Gods and Goddesses.
But not the old ones.
I want new ones.
Do you think you could create a God/Goddess for me?
Give all the characteristics that make up your God. What they look like, how they act, what they think, what they hold dominion over, what they have an affinity for, what they love, who they love, how they love. Tell me their story, create their world for me.
I so want to paint them…
This could be the God/Goddess you are, or the God/Goddess you want to be. I don’t care.
This is a call for aid, and I know this is no small task I am asking from you.
If you want to help me, leave a comment, and I will send you an email with my email addy ( if you don’t already have it)
so when your done, you can email it to me.
When I have finished the paintings ,
I will post the paintings with the God/Goddess story that I was given.
If I get enough of them, I will make something fun out of them ! For your effort and hard work I will send you a print of your deity.
Is that a fair trade?
I am going to ask that you do this by June 1st. That gives me the summer to paint…
(during the hiatus from home schooling)
Could you tell a few people?
maybe spread the word here and there?
Thank you, for this…
for this extraordinary gift, that makes the cosmos of difference…
thank you….
Holiness in the Gratitude,
Holiness in being loved,
Holiness in abundance.
Upon the Altar of friendship I am but a humble suppliant.
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I was hunting for a document I needed and found this. It was a creative writing exercise I did. It was intended to be part of a guest post, but the person who asked me to write it, disappeared. It is dated from March of 2009. I found it serendipitous that I should find it today, so I thought I would share. I am not a writer, not of fiction anyway, I am a letter writer. That is the only skill I will lay claim to as far as writing abilities go, So forgive any oddities and spelling /grammar mistakes!
Ursa speaks
He saw her sitting there staring up into the night sky. Quietly he walked up and sat beside her. ” Are you okay?” he asked gently.
She smiled and turned to look at him. “yes, I am alright”
” What are you thinking?” he asked.
Her smile widened ” Oh,” she laughed” just about where I am at.”
He waited silently encouraging her.
She turned her gaze back up to the stars. ” Even those of us with abilities to see, beyond the majorities perception, rarely choose to look to deep into the tomorrows of today. I am just marveling and wondering, and feeling a deep gratitude for where life has brought me.”
” Would you look into the future to see what it holds if you could? ” he asked.
She gently shook her head and spoke again with out looking at him. ” Time is a pool, deep and clear, alive. You drink in time, and it sustains you on your journey , you swim in it, the only current the one you make, the ripples there for you.” She paused and then continued ” You use the word destiny as if it where living, part of the life you lead and fulfill, but destiny is part of time. Destiny is the last page on a plain of existence where in you see the lessons as they have unfolded in the waters of your time.”
“Is destiny not what you are meant to be?” he asks.
She tips her head in thought as she tries to find the words ” Destiny is not the path, it is the result. A man who is born to truly know, or whose destiny is loneliness, to understand what it is to be disconnected from the universe, from spirit, and love, and community can choose to be a hermit . He will live a long life alone in a hut in the wilds, isolated, apart. The same man could also choose to marry, take a wife, but never give her his heart, never be present for life, live for his wealth and imagined power, isolated from spirit, love, the universe, alone. Both of these will teach him the lessons of disconnection, of aloneness. The destiny is not the path he chooses, but the choice of lesson he learns.” She looks back at him ” Sometimes it is a simple thing, that gives us the knowing, other times it is the accumulated experience that shows us. When you have entered into the well of time, sought your lessons , learned them and are replete, you return back to the universe of which you are a part. There are many ways of being, ways of living, the life of a star is as glorious as the life of a turtle, only a fool would try to measure their worth. To Life, they both have infinite value.”
” So” he says ” when I say a man was destined to be king, I am using the word incorrectly? he asks her.
” Any man may be born into a line of kings. Is being the king his destiny? No, perhaps his destiny is to succumb to power and degradation, to learn the corruption of integrity and to lose himself to that which is valueless. Or perhaps he is meant to learn control, over his desires, to put himself second for the benefit of the many. Only he will know at the last of this reality of his.” She smiles again ” The only part of this destiny of mine that I know with certainty is that I am meant to Love, with all of my being. And I need not look into the well of my time to see that, it resonates with in me with every breath I take.
I love you…”
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There is so much stuff in my head these days, I find it difficult to articulate even the simplest thought.
The inward spiral is a dark one. It is filled with anger, frustration and despair.
The outward one continues in the beauty and grace of spring, the marvels of the cycles that go on with or with out me.
A sister Goddess has asked me for Ideas about “random acts of kindness”.
She is a great purveyor of Goodness. She is looking for things to do, as acts of love and gratitude.
My head is screwed on a little to lose these days, and I can not think of a thing..
Can you?
Can you help me and just leave an idea or 10, for her to try?
I would be ever so grateful for the help!
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