Great is the Golden Cat who treads The Blue Roof Garden o’er our heads, The never tired smiling One That Human People call the Sun.
He stretches forth his paw at dawn And though the blinds are closely drawn His claws peek through like Rays of Light, To catch the fluttering Bird of Night.
He smiles into the hayloft dim And the brown Hay smiles back at him, And when he strokes the Earth’s green fur He makes the Fields and Meadows purr.
His face is one big Golden smile, It measures round, at least a mile ~ How dull our World would be, and flat, Without the Golden Pussy Cat!
“When you are transparent, you become unmistakable—no shadows, masks, or veils to blur the truth of who you are. In your transparency, others can look through you and into the core of your being, where your heart and essence glow with an unfiltered light. You stand as you are, clear and direct, with a kindness that needs no explanation.
There is no mystery to untangle, no enigma to decipher. You leave no one puzzled or lost in the aftermath of your words or actions. You are not a riddle but a presence fully understood. In your honesty, you refuse to hide. You carry the courage to show up fully, stripped of pretense or armor. You are bravery embodied, raw truth in human form.
In this nakedness, you don’t waver or seek approval. Your transparency is not a weakness but the purest strength. It is a declaration: “This is who I am”. You let yourself be seen, and in that openness, you stand out in a world that often shrouds itself in layers of pretense. Your authenticity shines like a beacon, guiding others toward their own.”
Awhile back I heard a masculine exclaim, “I just need to figure out what the F it is!”
And I remembered days long, long ago when my hair was to my waist, all nice and perfectly straight. I used to comb the hair in front and wear glasses and pretend to be “Cousin Itt”.
It’s like a diamond ring It’s a precious thing And we never want to lose it It’s like a favorite song That we love to sing Every time we hear the music
We’re in this love together We got the kind that lasts forever We’re in this love together And like berries on the vine It gets sweeter all the time
Its like a rainy night in candlelight And, ooh it’s so romantic We got the whole thing working out so right And it’s just the way we planned it
Tell ya We’re in this love together We got the kind that lasts forever Don’t you know We’re in this love together And like berries on the vine It gets sweeter all the time
We’re in this love together We got the kind that lasts forever We’re in this love together And like berries on the vine It gets sweeter all the time
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I am safe.
I am protected.
My family divine knows exactly what’s happening, intimately connected.
He won’t leave me, he who claimed me. Unlike, completely, those who harm me.
Perfectly knowing, and perfectly capable and willing, he handles my tormentors without fail, giving exactly what they have coming.
I rest.
I need not worry, or wonder how to survive … I’m no longer alone.
My family from above has very scary friends from many places. I love our scary friends and family. So much. They are quite a bit more frightening than those who thought they were competing … with me.
No, I’m not scary at all.
I never wanted the fight.
After all this time, my load has been made light.
Grateful. Grateful. Grateful.
I’m never alone.
Intimately united in all ways with truest family divine, within, and without, time.
How I love you.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you, my beautiful, my scary, my everything, for this beautiful song on the day of love …
You’ll always be with me.
I love you.
I am grateful.
I’m never alone.
Protected.
Guided.
Guarded.
Our family divine, so glad you are here, my beautiful scary loves!!! Having you in my mental body is so much more pleasant than a skullcap full of adversaries!
You will recognize her because she makes genuine eye contact with whomever she meets… She is not afraid to be direct and honest about how she feels
She charts her own course And is willing to meet whatever comes Because she has faith in her journey She’s aware of her own strength
She delights in enabling the wellbeing and the empowerment of others But she refuses to subject herself to energy drainers… She sees through bullshit instantly She knows how to protect herself She is obedient to her own inner knowing, She is willing to break the rules made by others in order to be authentic to herself
Her truth comes directly through her heart She uses her mind as the servant to manifest it
She is inwardly and outwardly aware She responds more than she reacts She no longer waters illusory drama She no longer feels the need to control what is
She is deeply connected to her creative source She is her own work of art in progress She can create beauty from whatever is in front of her
She is in tune with her intuition and instinctual body She lives in the present Because she is willing to relinquish the past And allow the future the space it needs to unfold
She understands that life is an ever changing flow from one moment to the next… She willingly goes with it.
She feels deeply connected to the earth and stays close to nature, She recognizes that she is not separate from it… Being connected to nature is essential for her health and wellbeing
She has simplified her life Released the non-essentials so that she can be spacious and free
She values her aloneness, She waters her soul with it But she also values quality time with like minded souls
She doesn’t need a man to complete her Her relationships are on an equal basis of respect and sharing Unbridled sensual pleasure…
She has no time for gossip She’s invested in raising the sisterhood up rather than cutting it down
She celebrates the beauty and power in other women She celebrates the beauty and power within herself
She is just as willing to receive as she is to give She fills her own cup for herself and overflows it for others
She understands the futility of unsolicited advice So she shares her wisdom through living it
She envisions the healing of the world She offers her gifts as a contribution towards it
Love is her religion Unity is her gospel Laughter is her grace
She loves to play through her inner child Sing and dance through her inner maiden She nurtures her body mind and spirit daily through her inner mother
Others seek her for her wisdom Are irresistibly drawn to her unpredictable mystery
They feel seen and accepted in her steady gaze… Peaceful in her sacred space
They are shocked by her irreverent humor But secretly inspired, uplifted, Given permission to be themselves
She is Maiden, Mother and Crone In one She is Goddess
― Caroline de Lisser
art credit: Maiden Mother & Crone by Sulamith Wulfing
Imagine you just recently had your 4th birthday & there’s a knock at the door. Who is it? A soldier who demands that you attend a residential school far from home. If your parents resisted, they were beaten & arrested.
After the residential school system was develop, it was mandatory for children as young as 4 to attend until they were 18 years old. Native children were prohibited from practicing their own culture or religion. School staff even went as far as bathing these kids in toxic chemicals to make them look more like Europeans.
Their long hair was cut & the breasts of young girls were binded to make them feel ashamed of their maturing bodies. You could only speak English or you would be harshly punished. Their tongues were repeatedly pierced with needles if they spoke anything other than English.
Other punishments included electrical shock, being put in cages, burning of hands, public strip searches in front of other children, & force feeding of one’s own vomit when they’re sick.
If any letters were written home, it was in English so parents did not even know how to read it. Both boys & girls were sexually abused & girls who got pregnant were forced to have an abortion & even pray for the forgiveness of their abusers.
Student deaths were so common that graveyards were usually part of the school’s architectural plans.
Upon returning home, these children were so lost that they were unable to communicate with their own families. That is why us Native Americans get so defensive when someone says, “Let it go, it happened in the past.”
This traumatic time in history should not be ignored. 🦅
🙏 In Memory of the 215 deceased children found at the Kamloops Indian Residential School. May they find Peace.
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