12 Nights Of Solstice..Night One

Cat Caracelo popped up in my FB newsfeed as a sponsor ad a week or so ago. I felt an immediate pull, so I clicked on her link 12 Nights Of Solstice  I am so happy I did so.It’s just what I need as I enter into this winter and new year.

I’m excited on so many levels to be participating on this journey. I feel stirrings within. An Awakening is occurring  and I’m ready to embrace this part of me and my journey. I’m excited to discover a new inner light..I ‘see’ a forging of old and new, and this excites me.

Last nights first mediation and Solstice prompt inspired this painting and tanka…

 

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A time of deep darkness and the turning of the wheel. This is the time of nesting, resting and journeying…This is a time of connecting with your inner light.This is a time of finding your way along the path to the longest night,the Winter Solstice.”

 

Happy Halloween

 

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When witches go riding,
and black cats are seen,
the moon laughs and whispers,
‘tis near Halloween.
~Author Unknown~

 

This past weekend, I attended my very first adult Halloween Party……the co-ordinator of  our widow/widowers MeetUp group was our host. Such a blast. We have all been brought together by the painful experience of losing our spouses…we’re proof that you can find a way to live, laugh, and love again. 

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Pink Ladies Rule (love my tribe)

 

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A Widow’s Birthday

Today is my 55th Birthday. My second without Jim. I’ll be spending part of my day with my daughter and her family. Tonight, I’ll celebrate my own way. A widow’s way. I’ll read over the Happy Birthday Notes Jim left me over the years…seeing his handwriting and reading his words, I can still feel his unending love.

There will be no more letters, no more notes

written by his hand.

No more love letters or drawn hearts

being left for me by my man.

Instead, I ceremoniously

reread his every word.

Crying my tears

While my memory serves….

…it serves as a reminder

of the love we share.

It’s not death do us part

’cause I still feel him near.

For now it’s in dreams

and the signs that he leaves me

In my memories and my heart

Our love will sustain me.

©lindafedroff_february27,2018