Above I share my garden and our allotment plot. We may not all have a garden in which to plant and sew seeds into the earth. But our thoughts and deeds are sowing the seeds for humanities growth into the future seasons from which we all will reap from..
So as we sit in our gardens or parks, may we each spread out that love as we allow our dreams to unfold into the kind of world we wish our future world to become.. So plant your seeds of intentions into the world, so our hearts unite in peace and in love. 💖
Plant you Dreams .. With LOVE…
Imagine a world of tomorrows with abundance of Peace Look beyond where all Fear will cease Think with your hearts and let’s dare to Dream And collect the ingredients, Can you picture the scene? ~~~ Let’s be optimistic, inspiring with flare Imagine Harmonious, Compassionate Care As together we Join let Love be your Theme And envisage a tomorrow where All dare to Dream ~~~ Lets Dream of Unity, a world free of war A place where no one suffers anymore Imagine the ingredients if we had to bake What sort of a world would you wish to make ~~~ Have you got the ingredients as love you spread out? Did you let go of prejudice and stop all your shout Did you let go of Anger and Bitterness bite Are you speaking your truth and sharing your Light? ~~~ What sort of Future do you wish to live? Are you willing to share are your willing to give? If we don’t dare Dream, then what will we then reap? We create our tomorrows Let Love Be Our Speak
The woman sat barefoot, soaking the last rays of the days sun. The clouds were now gathering overhead and she gave an involuntary shiver as a sudden gust of wind blew the shrubs into life, rustling the leaves, making them all dance at once.
She curled her legs underneath her for warmth, as she watched the leaves dance, and marvelled at each one, perfectly formed where only a few weeks ago they had been tight buds.
Spring was now well under way, showing us how all things renew and flourish given time… Winters sleep now but a memory, as the greens of leaves were lush and vibrant. Even the yellows of dandelions were now forming their seed heads, ready to begin their cycle all over again.
The noble Dandelion which was so persecuted, given the name weed, yet it held so many healing properties, but even that knowledge was distorted, as it had been vilified as the gardener’s enemy, when in truth it perhaps one of the man’s best friends.
The woman sat pondering, as she always did when out in nature, how nature provides all things, and how all answers can be found if one truly seeks to find them. But first one needs to look, and not all answers are straight forwardly given. One must at times surrender to that inner knowing, that state of consciousness to which we are all connected, to what feels right within. And once you connect to that pulse, your heart knows exactly what is the best choice for you to make. But you have to listen within and feel it. And then have the courage to act upon it. And to also be prepared that one may not always like what we find.
Some things the woman found hard to put into mere words, for what often flashed across her mind was this deeper knowing, something no words could describe. Sometimes she felt like she was standing on the edge of the whole Multiverse, she could see and sense its workings, that all was expanding and contracting at the same time.
One Huge in and out breath, that steady rhythm, she would use in meditation, like the ocean’s tides, as the waves rolled in and out of the shore. Expanding and contracting, that gentle rhythm of life, as all breathed in and out unconsciously. Every moment our hearts beat, our bodies getting on with the remarkable process of digesting, nourishing, and replenishing our cells from head to toe. We may not see the process, but isn’t Life remarkable, we take our bodies workings so much for granted. She was still that same person within as she had been as a five year old, she was the same, but different.
Growth creeps upon us, maturing with age.
So too our world was growing, maturing, changing the very structure of her being, and we’re all part of that process, we may not always appreciate the changes being made. We are all of us in that process of change.
A little like our life stories, so often we can go through traumatic interludes which at the time are harrowing and unsettling, but in hindsight when we look back upon those periods in our lives, they propelled us to the right place, that brought about changes which have enhanced our lives.
Detours are sometimes necessary in order to get to our final destination.
The dancing leaves had reminded her, what created the breeze? Where did it come from, and where did it go? It was unseen, yet it existed, we felt it. It blew the clouds high up, and whistled through the trees. We do not always have to See something to know of its existence.
She knew we were evolving at LIGHT speed, as the energies brought about change. She knew intuitively that more Knowledge, would unravel, entwining and binding us all at the same time, For every single molecule was entangled within the whole of existence, For all were connected within The Field of existence.
Not all can cope with the unseen, for many seeing is believing. The woman in her wisdom knew, that as Time sped ever faster, more people would become aware of the things which had been previously hidden from view.
But like Winters tight buds which had been held tight shut for protection against the storms, The woman Knew, Spring, leads us to Summer, and she had a knowing that this Summer, more things, other than the opening of flowers, would be revealed for the world to see, that which had been kept hidden and unseen for so long she knew would open up, as more Light poured in, exposing those darker shadows..
“True friendships are like streetlights along the road, they don’t make the distance any shorter, but they light up the path and make the walk worthwhile.” —Unknown
Friendship.
What is a friend I hear you say? Someone who stands by you come what may. They do not judge or lay down the law. But encouragement they often implore.
When we are down and at low ebb. A friend will make us laugh with words they’ve said. Keeping us firm upon our path. Helping to lighten us with their laughs.
Many a time when I’ve been in doubt. My world in turmoil, I hear them shout- Words of upliftment, scolding my fears. A shoulder to cry on, sharing my tears.
True friendship is talking for hours on end. About every thing and nothing, just wishing to blend. Even when it hurts they are truthful and honest. This is the value of a friendships promise.
Keeping a secret with only you that they share. Knowing when to keep silent and stay out of your hair. To find all the above in one I am blessed. I thank you my friend you are truly the best.
This week has been a sad week, as on Sunday our little community of neighbours mourned the unexpected passing of our good neighbour and a personal friend.
Margaret and I would share books and garden magazines, along with chats over a cuppa, as we swapped seeds, and gave each other gardening tips on planting and growing. We had been neighbours since 1984.
Friends are precious, and true friends are often rare, so, I thank those friends in my life, who are both near and far. Whether our hugs are in person or virtual, they are felt. Sometimes a friend also knows when to hold that silent space as we allow that grieving process to unfold. You all know who you are… Thank you. 💜
“Many people will walk in and out of your life. But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.” —Eleanor Roosevelt
“Friendship is not about whom you know the longest. It is about who came and never left.” —Paulo Coelho
“The best things in life are free. It is important never to lose sight of that. So look around you. Wherever you see friendship, loyalty, laughter, and love, there is your treasure.” —Neale Donald Walsch
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Cyril has been pecking in my ear of late to add a few words, and so today out in the garden this Wooo came as the windchimes I had recently renovated in paint echoed in the breeze.. A poem was born…
May You Be Guided By Your Heart.
May this Woo find you well my fine feathered friends As the world evolves through these forthcoming trends Each is a spiral, a double Helix of matter A Creation, Creating, the seeds you all scatter. ~~ This is the season, to plant out your intent For you each sow a thought, as you give your consent To the Creation of your future, that you hold in your hands As a thought manifests reality to which you have planned. ~~ Know you’re ALL powerful, creator souls Focus upon your heart in creating your goals Live through compassion, be caring and sincere For these are the qualities which sustain through the years ~~ Somethings in the future will be difficult to heal As the betrayal of those trusted, the wounds you now feel But you humans have to witness, how deceived you’ve all been Before new solutions enlighten to bring out the unseen. ~~ Remember to enJOY, for there is Calm in every storm For each play a part, agreed before being born. And if confusion of what is truth or lie, is dealt Dig deep into your hearts, to what intuition is felt ~~ Some tears may be shed, but more Laughter will arrive As the layers are peeled back enlightening ALL lives Each of you are beacons, your thoughts are the key They create your vibration, which are attracted to thee ~~
Vibration of Sound, that great healing tool, Beware of Words!, because they easily fool Soon you will see the forked tongues that were spoken As the promises given, were false and seem broken. ~~ For true colours will be revealing with no place to hide Integrity will be tested, along with your pride Discernment in All things, as you peel back the masks Somethings will be difficult, in the upcoming tasks ~~ So, open your hearts, do not be too quick to judge For each are not perfect, as each hold a grudge There are warriors amongst you, who hold the faith of love And ‘Gods’ unseen helpers are aligned all above. ~~ Know that ‘God’ is always beside you, holding your hand Not everyone will agree, and not all will inner-stand May each of you find the strength in playing your part And May each be blessed as you follow your own hearts.
By Sue Dreamwalker with Cyril's Blessing
Have a wonderful Joyful week, as we head through the Month of May at Speed..
🦉💖In Love and Gratitude 💖🦉
Last week was a most memorable week, with flowers arriving and family gatherings, outings and meals out, along with many beautiful cards. I am so very lucky to have such a beautiful loving family and friends..
Thank you also each of you here on WP, for those special wishes last week..
The weather has turned milder here in England and the Sun has been shining over this May Bank Holiday weekend. Just perfect weather to get out in the garden.. And so I thought I would share my Garden Blog post of what is now growing on the allotments, and where I have been walking in amongst the Bluebells.. I wrote this particular poem below in 1994.. I hope you are all enjoying seeing the blooms, as the Blossoms are in full bloom right now.
MY GARDEN
I look around my garden What wonders do I see. Neat flowers in the borders All visited by the Bee.
The shrubs all gently swaying In the afternoon hot breeze. The birds sing out their warning As my cat stalks beneath the trees.
I’m so lucky to have a garden In which I find much peace. To sit and ponder life’s problems And wish all wars would cease.
We all think that we’re hard done to. Never satisfied with our lot. But I’m so thankful for my garden Lord, help me settle for what I’ve got.
The woman awoke, remembering the wisps of a dream that faded before she even had time to grasp it.
She turned over, snuggling in the warmth, as she saw the light streaming in through the chink in the bedroom curtains.
She followed the beam of light as it reflected off a crystal hanging over her dressing table mirror.
She sighed, as she turned her head to better see her own reflection staring back at her..
Was it really Seven Decades ago she thought, that she had agreed and made the decision to embark upon another Earth Journey.. Hadn’t she had enough, through her previous life-time experiences to last her an eternity! Obviously not, or she wouldn’t be staring in the mirror.
Her reflection smiled back at her. “ You couldn’t miss this last incarnation now could you?” her reflection said. “ I told you this one would be well worth all the other life-times put together”…
The woman nodded, for this life had been a good one, comparing the others, as she now recalled some of them..
The one she held the most detail of was the Slave Ship, and the horrors of her actions in that life. Such guilt and remorse were her Karmic lessons she had released in this life on that incarnation. That was the hardest in shedding.
Then there was the trail across harsh landscape, walking beside wagons, with empty stomachs and sore feet, and the bitter cold freezing snow that eventually ended that experience. Sorrow and loss were those life times lessons. Yes, she had let them go too.
The woman’s eyes drifted across the beam of light back to the curtains as she recalled the Boy with the loom, who used his bare feet to work the pedals of the weaving frame, as he wove the intricate coloured threads, creating patterns which magically formed their own unique work of art. India came to mind as that life was recalled after a visit to Sri Lanka.. How short that life was compared with others, as the Earthquake left the loom silent and broken.
The hanging crystal glinted in the morning sunlight, as she remembered another crystal. This one was perhaps the one that perplexed her the most. For was it the past or was it the future or was it off world in some other dimension, the woman still had to figure it out. But it was still clear in her mind, as she hung to her lover, as the crystal like buildings were swamped with huge waves of water, leaving all buried deep under the ocean..
The woman smiled again at her reflection, as in this life she had overcome her fear of water, eventually learning to swim aged 13.
“ So, the best is yet to come is it, in this life?” as she spoke aloud to her reflection..
“ Oh Yes”, came the reply, “ You came back especially for this experience, and it is all about to unfold. This time is one that many souls have cued up to return for, and you chose this special day of Beltane on which to return seven decades ago. You have still much more to experience, even though this is to be your last Earth Incarnation within this Space-Time- Sequence “.. her reflection conveyed to her.
“Trust in God’s plan, for the future is bright, believe it. For each life time has led up to this very moment in time.. And this Moment is your moment.”
The Woman swung her legs out of bed, Ready for All those Next moments in Time, when she could re-join all those other soul parts as she smiled in the Mirror of Infinity .
All Life is precious, the above poem I have posted here before many years ago… We are all of us reliant upon Mother Earth to survive..
All photo’s taken by my Sister. When I asked her if I could share them, she said ” Yes, Nature is Free, and it’s a beautiful thing”..
Thank you Little Sis… You are beautiful too! and I so love you.. 💖
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May we each of us learn to live in harmony with each other and Mother Nature.
She brings us our daily breath, and our daily bread..
On Thursday I was invited to partake in a poetry challenge, after leaving a comment on Sound Eagle’sPost, who had written and excellent post on Artificial Intelligence.
Now I do not usually take part in challenges these days.. Simply because I do not have much time, and I dislike sitting too long at the computer screen..
But something prompted me to think about it, and before the hour had past, the beginnings of a poem formed in my head, so I wrote it down and sent it to Sound Eagle, I didn’t even think of a title, and Sound Eagle asked what it was to be called.. So I asked if he would give it a title… And I think ‘ The Many Faces of AI fits perfectly to what I wrote..
The Link to the section of my poem may be found here at Sound Eagles Website . You may have to give a few seconds to load… There are more poems now added, all worth a read.. Sound Eagle’s website is a wealth of knowledge, poetry, artwork, animations, and music. Thank you Sound Eagle for the glowing intro 😊. Have a relaxing Sunday, Everyone 💖
As from 2015 Dreamwalker's Sancturay is now an Award Free Blog.. I am grateful for ALL the Awards I have been given from you amazing people.. Awards encourage bloggers to reach out to others especially when first starting out in blogging.. And I am so very thankful of each and everyone I have received and passed along. Your Comments are all the rewards I require Should you wish to pass an award along, then I started off 2015 with the Hearts as One Drumbeat Award.. If you know of an award winning blog who is deserving then please feel free to pass along my own creation in celebrating Unity, Love and Compassion.. Blessings to you ALL... ~Sue~
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