Saturday, 19 May 2012

calling stars; tapestry & brass bells

the toll on the physical body is great when it grows disconnected from original source. our tiny fractals are in the wilderness when we come down here.  though we are powerful, we have to call home. we are free to use the galaxy spiral if we please! we are living telephones. every minute, broadcasting vibrations. beams of light stream from us and beacon like to like. movement energizes the synergy between body and spirit... and helps our full higher self activate inside us. we are practicing movement plus intention late into the night and filling up like a water gourds at a deep blue well. come join us under the moon!
ive been hanging tapestries and ringing brass bells in the morning. im keeping trees and plants and their sweet high vibrations all around me. we brought home a giant fountain and some tiny black fish in a round bowl. now we are still ponds in the center of a grove. we are crystals in the depths of a deep stone cave.  and now i know, that i am a thought. a wish of myself brought into being by a breath. a thousand moth wings beat in my heart, and i am a thought turned vibration, turned material. why does it take so long to remember these things? it doesnt matter sweet fairy, sweet elf. once we remember we can read the records in the amethysts. tone with angels and find reality in dreams. old friends are with us again like we were never apart. we are generators! we are free to dig deep into this earth and generate a galaxy of love. let's!


Anonymous said...

My mother was a forest spirit. As long as I can remember, she's fed, and tended to all of the nature around her. She loved her plants, and fed every animal. Even when mice made a home in a chair on her porch...she would feed them.

As of last year, I've started cultivating my own green thumb. While living in apartments, has made it less easy to feed animals, I've found her gardening spirit. I feel close to home when I plant, and make a plant thriving from a seedling or withering shrub; even though I am 9 hours away from home.

It's the gardening season, and I'm thinking about still what to plant next. My porch is absolutely covered in hanging plants, floor plants, vining plants, and humming bird feeders. A bird has even made a nest in one of my hanging plants.

Let your garden grow..thrive! We feel close to home when we get close to the earth, and cultivate love. ❤♥ღ

Valerianna said...

Good to remember... re-member.

Its luna moth time here - at night one is fluttering against the screen, in the day, resting on the side of the house somewhere. I'm learning to knit and am thinking I might get good enough to make one of those cool wee cottage needle-organizers of yours!!

Looking at you through an amethyst.

Minerva Black the shop keeping cat said...

You weave such a beautiful tapestry with your words and then you embroider it with your visions. Wishing you well in your homecoming adventures.

catkin tales said...

we hold our chalices to be filled from the higher source with water pure and sweet, and as we turn our skirts of rainbow gossamer wrap our world in love.
your images are beautiful❤
well wishes and hugs xxx for ruby too =^.^= from me and the white cats three

Anonymous said...

O so moving and real from the ends of the hair to the tips of the toes. "why does it take so long to remember these things? " I don't know but when we do remember we are set free, if only for flitting moments at a time and sometimes that is all we need.

Sandsdal said...

All I can say is Thank you - and I send you a big hugh - because I am so happy that I found your beautiful blog. Why? Well... It´s a long story... any way Thank you!