Turtle woman is making an offering of wampum to the plants of the river.
“Please”, she asks, “can you help us?”
She explains how we need the rivers to be clean and she acknowledges the plants as the cleaners of the river.
She speaks to the wampum and thanks them also for the light they bring the world.
She talks to the plants for a long time. Telling them what is happening. She explains that the two legged have lost their ways. But there are still some who remember. She tells them about the babies that are coming who need clean water. She cries for her grandchildren.
The plants, being loving and generous, wait for her to finish speaking and then they tell her they have heard her prayers. They agree to help. They are gentle. They never have an unkind word to say about anyone.
From the shore a young person sings a turtle song. Unbeknownst to them, turtle woman is pleading for the world only a short distance below at the bottom of the river.
My daughter handed me her school progress report. Although it displayed a steady stream of positive check marks, there was one check mark standing dejectedly alone from the rest.
“How am I doing, Mom?” my child asked with a level of maturity that did not match the small dishevelled person gazing up at me with smudged eyeglasses that teetered on the tip of her nose. With her small finger, she pointed to her teacher’s neatly printed words next to the lone check mark.
It read: “Distracted in large groups.” But I already knew this. I knew this long before it was written on an official report card. Since she was a toddler, this child has offered astute observations of the world around her.
After pointing out all the positives on the progress report, I told her what was written. Upon hearing the news, she gave a tiny, uncertain smile and shyly admitted, “I do look around a lot.”
But before my child could feel one ounce of shame, one iota of failure, I came down on bended knee and looked her straight in the eye. I didn’t want her to just hear these words, I wanted her to feel them. This is what I said:
“Yes. You do look around a lot. You noticed Sam sitting off by himself with a skinned knee on the field trip, and you comforted him.”
“You noticed Banjo had a running nose, and the vet said it was a good thing we brought him in when we did.”
“You noticed our waitress was working really hard and suggested we leave an extra good tip. You noticed Grandpa was walking slower than the rest of us so you waited for him.”
“You notice the beautiful view every time we cross the bridge to go to swim practice.”
“And you know what? I don’t ever want you to stop noticing because that is your gift. It is your gift that you give to the world.”
As I watched my daughter beam with the glow of acceptance, I realized her approach to life had the power to change the world.
You see, we are all just waiting for someone to notice—notice our pain, notice our scars, notice our fear, notice our joy, notice our triumphs, notice our courage.
And the one who notices is a rare and beautiful gift.
~Rachel Macy Stafford, author of “Hands Free Life.” Her author page is @TheHandsFreeRevolution on Facebook.
You try to hold me down so I became a soldier
Built up all theses walls and now I’m climbing over
Those nasty bees are tempting me
Oh Lord! but I ain’t going back
You take me for a fool (fool), that doesn’t make me foolish
Told me I was wrong (wrong), passion made you ruthless
Manipulate, It’s just too late
Oh lord! ’cause I ain’t going back no more
Your fueling of the flames gonna show you what I’m made of
Breakin’ every chain that you put on me
You thought I wouldn’t change but I grew on you
‘Cause I will never be what you wanted
This fire (this fire), this fire
Is keeping me alive
Making me believe I couldn’t do without you
Make it hard to leave you think It’s all about you
You know I’ll never be what you wanted
This fire (this fire), this fire
I tried to get this weight off of my shoulders
Built up all my strength I’m finally taking over
Complicate, I don’t appreciate
Oh lord! ’cause I ain’t going back no more
Your fueling of the flames gonna show you what I’m made of
Breakin’ every chain that you put on me
You thought I wouldn’t change but I grew on you
‘Cause I will never be what you wanted
This fire (this fire), this fire
Is keeping me alive
Making me believe I couldn’t do without you
Make it hard to leave you think It’s all about you
You know I’ll never be what you wanted
This fire (this fire), this fire
Is keeping me alive
Keeping me alive
Keeping me alive
This fire (this fire), this fire (Is keeping me alive)
Breakin’ me, shakin’ me, shapin’ me into what I never wanted, oh
Breakin’ me, shakin’ me makin’ my beatin’ heart a little stronger
Stronger, strong baby
Breakin’ every chain that you put on me
You thought I wouldn’t change but I grew on you
‘Cause I will never be what you wanted
This fire (this fire), this fire
Is keeping me alive
Breakin’ every chain that you put on me
You thought I wouldn’t change but I grew on you
‘Cause I would never be what you wanted
This fire (this fire), this fire
Is keeping me alive
Making me believe I couldn’t do without you
Make it hard to leave you think It’s all about you
You know I’ll never be what you wanted
This fire (this fire), this fire
Is keeping me alive
Keeping me alive, keeping me alive
This fire (this fire), this fire
Is keeping me alive
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Brian Howes / Jason Van Poederooyen / Jonathan Roy
Keeping Me Alive lyrics © Songs Of Atlas Music Group, Cake & Eat It 2 Publishing, 8 Pack Of Lucky Publishing Inc., Cake And Eat It 2 Publishing
That was one heck of a hiatus!
Be blessed everyone! 🔥
Leo
Scorpio rising
Gemini moon
Red Electric Serpent
Born on the 11th (master number)
In 1996 (reduces to 22, another master number)
Also born on the 13th day of knife
With 13 years of celibacy
My energy is pure
I am the truth
It cuts like a knife
I am here
In service to the Divine
Called Life
Within all living things
“Reset”
It will surprise many
Who chose to torment Divine Essence
I am grateful for this front row seat
It was quite costly
Thank you Heavenly Father
Thank you my King my God
I came here for intensity
And it was delivered, exactly as expected.
The Subtle Bodies
Know thyself, Heal thyself
https://www.onbelaycounseling.com/new-page-3
https://goop.com/wellness/spirituality/healing-your-aura/
https://www.lakesidekinesiology.com.au/post/strengthen-your-auric-layers
I embrace the strangeness of this new experience. Even though it challenges my beliefs about self, I open to it and expand.
I am a Sacred Being crafted by the hand of Universal Creator, and I also create.
I am exotic, unusual, and sometimes eccentric and even seen as a little bizarre. I make peace with this.
I let strange beauty happen through me in creative flow.
I release any fixed ideas I may have about the way things “should” be.
I free-fall into life. The old way is on its way out.
I accept into my life something new and beautiful, it is coming soon.
I leave my historical lessons behind, retaining only knowledge gained. I have outgrown old ways of navigating this life.
My dreams CAN become reality.
I stay grounded.
I remain patient as I contemplate new opportunities. A change for the better is taking place.
I heed the lessons offered by my shadow self. I do not deny this aspect of Me.
I know love can give rise to great destruction, and hate can inspire great acts of love.
I am not a victim. I remain humble. I forgive those who’ve harmed me.
I am open to wisdom and insights from my elders.
I know what it is like to experience unreliability. I nurture its polarity in my life. I stick to tasks until they are complete. I work to make it interesting and stave off boredom.
I allow my dreams to become reality.
I believe a new and better life is coming to me.
I am blessed as I enter this new cycle of transformation. I am on a path of self-discovery in every moment.
I stay present.
I do not construct a story around it.
I allow the experience to be “uncovered”.
Patiently I move into the new, I’m finally seeing things as a whole. A clear perspective of what is happening in my life arrives.
In my heart, I am peace. I seek the highest good.
I am a Giver of Love. I am an extension of that One, infinite Giver of Love.
The imagination is the bridge we build so that higher beings can get to us. I am not afraid to build a good one.
I am not afraid to let Infinite Love to take form according to my desires. I ask the Giver of Love to embody before me as a person with whom I can relate. I embody the Giver of Love within me.
I seek a way to manifest my souls desire for new meaning and a more nurturing and fulfilling life-style.
I am on track.
I accept the promise of future reward.
“The earth is a living, throbbing organism. It needs CPR ~ Conservation-Preservation-Restoration ~ on a regular basis:
“Conservation: We’ve got to use our resources rationally. We haven’t been all that rational these last brief millennia.
“Preservation: We’ve got to preserve what we can never replace. That’s what wilderness is. That’s what biodiversity is, and we’re getting rid of both faster than anybody has ever done.
“Restoration: We’re bright enough to build back, to restore the rivers we’ve dammed, the forests we’ve clearcut, the seas we’ve bloodied, polluted, and strip-mined with drift nets; the mountains we’ve bolted and bulldozed, the deserts we’ve spoiled or mistakenly created; the ozone layer we’ve punctured. We can’t restore a lot of things that are gone, but we can certainly restore human integrity.”
“You have opportunities, seize them.”
~ David Brower, Let The Mountains Talk, Let The Rivers Run
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