Happy New Years Eve..2018

 

 

Happy New Years Eve Everyone!! Hard to believe another year has come and gone. I have no complaints with my 2018. For all intent and purposes it was good to me. I will be spending today and tonight, home alone., reflecting, contemplating, and planning…….I have much to be Thankful for…..these beautiful humans, my children and grandchildren ❤️

this is what it’s all about ❤️

I miss my Pa bunch ❤️

I’m Thankful for ‘my tribe’….their friendship and understanding has been good Medicine this year.

Love these ladies ❤️

My Earth Angels…..you know who you are ❤️🙏 Your continued love, encouragement and support during this journey has also been good Medicine…I Love You 🙏❤️

 

Gotta Luv Art Therapy 

 

New Year = what for me? I have no clue….but I’m open to whatever comes my way…while this has been my second full year of my widow’s journey, it is my Hope and Plan to go into 2019 with both feet on the ground (I need my grounding!) all the while still spreading my wings and riding my Winds Of Change. I do know I want and need to go into this New Year taking the emphasis off of widow and putting it back on Linda the Living. Being a widow is and always will be a part of who I am, but it’s not what defines me………..change also means figuring out the changes I need to make here with my blog. I’ve been floundering with it and it’s purpose……I’m up for the challenge though……….

So Maddox and I wish y’all a very Happy New Year 🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊

Happy New Year 🎉

12 Nights Of Solstice..Night 5

Night Five’s meditation found me outside once again, in hopes of seeing some of the media shower…unfortunately cloud cover prevented me from seeing anything….

Over at JourneyPathInstitute  Cat’s invitation to activate your vision in a new way, from a new perspective was my inspiration … as well as this poem I came across and needed to share.

 

Winds of Change

When I chose to confine myself in my self constructed shell

I had been wilting

After having suffered through droughts

And floods

And lack of minerals!

Why, like Sleeping Beauty

I remained enclosed

Cut off from the rest of the world

Choosing to let myself twirl

In the many layers of my dreams

Hoping that I do get lost in these

So that I may forget about my reality

That of being, a wilted and scarred lily!

But then, one night, the moon started dancing

With such grace and exuberance

That the wolves howled with pride and confidence

And leaves shook with unexplained frenzy

Why, the winds have changed!

They brought with them, alterations to my planned confinement

My shell blew apart

Leaving me, confused and perplexed

To admire the moon’s dance

And to let the wolves’ howls drown my senses!

Pray, the winds have changed

As they no more wished to see me confined

The winds have changed

As they desired it that I love the mundane plane

Yes, Mother Earth and the Goddess of Life

Are not to be blamed for any of those mishaps

That broke me!

The winds have changed

As they wanted me to open my heart,

Filter through them to reach their warmth

And let it submerge my frail essence

In its twisting love kaleidoscope!

Pray, winds of change come to knock me down

Willing me to get back up

Lower my guards

Throw away my swords

And ride the wolves

To there where I am awaited

There, wherever that may be

There, wherever fate will it to be!

Pray, the winds of change

Kissed my soul

And like Sleeping Beauty

I woke up, only to embrace

My new reality!

For Contest Winds of Change

Written on 31 August 2017

Anoucheka Gangabissoon’s Winds Of Change

I discovered a new app to play with and came up with this creation….I superimposed a photo of myself onto the purple background and then added the dragonflies…..a new way for me to get creative….

#backgrounds via pixaby

 

12 Nights Of Solstice..Night 4

 

A time of traveling into the deep places of remembering. This is a time of connecting
with your inner knowledge. This is a time of moving into the realms beneath the surface, visiting the caverns of the ancestors. Gifting and honoring energies will guide you as you move through the depths and into the night sky. Finding the support that guides you along your way to celebrating the deep darkness and the return of the sun…the Winter Solstice.

 

 

As I continue my 12 Nights Of Solstice Journey I allowed my mind to wander……as seems to be the case with me and my journey, words begin to emerge, spiral and form…

 

This key

Reveled itself to me.

A gift.

And now with key in hand,

My journey continues….

As I wander, 

I wonder,

What is this a key to.

What secrets await me as I 

Continue on.

I Am The Holder Of The Key

I am a Seeker of The Lock………….and this stone,

it’s shape significant.

I await its message. 

Key….and Stone 

 

Then, with my key and stone in hand, I emerged into the dark night…

 

I Breathe..I Listen…I Remember 

 

Birds Of A Feather

We here in North Carolina were treated with, in my opinion, a very unwanted snowfall this past weekend. My ‘argument’…Lets move south for the snow..said No One Ever fell on deaf ears as Mother Nature has her own agenda. While keeping my bird feeders full, I snuggled in and enjoyed my back deck view……

 

Mr. Cardinal 

The Mrs.

Mourning Dove

Goldfinch 

Eastern Towhee

Wren maybe?

Another Mr. C 

 

12 Nights Of Solstice .. Night 3

Welcome to Third Night of Solstice,

A time of traveling and following the heart path.
This is a time of connecting with your inner expression.
This is a time of finding your way between the veil,
and through the edges of time seeking assistance in the reflective surface.
Finding the gifts that will illuminate and guide you along your way to
celebrating the deep darkness and the return of the sun…
the Winter Solstice.

After My nightly soul-stroll and meditation, I found myself drawn to my paints….the gift…. a key 🗝

 

The Key….The Story Continues