No Hate or Anguish Can Survive Where Only Love Resides.

This just came to me while weeding the garden yesterday

To the brainwashed

The weary

The ignored theory.

The sad

The lonely

The unmasked

And the jury.

For the souls lost

The grieving and teary

To the nay sayers

And dream weavers

The dragon slayers

Game changers

The on the fencers

And armed up defenses

To the planet lovers

The earth keepers

And positive awakeners

The star gazing believers

The worshipers

And healers.

Whatever you are experiencing is yours to behold, but, remember each other within this ode.

For we are all unique in feelings and action. But we are all one and the same, without distraction.

Come together, unite, one mind one heart, accept each other, that’s always a good start.

Be grateful for the little things, let’s raise the vibe.

No hate or anguish can survive where only love resides.

Mitakuye Oyasin

Namaste

Blessings

Maria Wind Talker

Xmas Eve 2020

Xmas eve of the past,

That last minute shopping dash,

Cleaning till everything sparkles like glass,

Preparing the veggies with loved ones,

Sharing a glass,

Singing Xmas songs,

Watching Bridget Jones

And opening Xmas Eve gifts before bed.

Xmas eve 2020

What a different scene for many,

For those with partners and kids,

Not much will be different,

But for those living alone,

Family has never felt so distant.

So pick up that phone,

Send a text or email,

Better still, face time

and gap the divide

Bring a smile, an opening of the heart,

Break the Isolation.

Check in on a neighbor

The elderly,

the single mum,

the ones alone,

and don’t forget the wildlife

Give back to mother earth.

We are all connected in hearts and minds,

No restrictions can cancel that bond,

So give thanks for your loved ones,

your friends,

your pets.

And give thanks for this day,

for the extra breath.

The Love we give, we do receive,

and lets pray together

For the new year, a reprieve.

Wishing you all a Happy, Healthy, and Inspired Christmas.

Love and Blessings

Maria. ❤

In the Midst of Change

The Fig Tree that gifted this message as I was chopping down the trees that had surrounded it.

In the Midst of change

 

Remember my voice, said the Wind, and the coolness of my breeze.

 

Remember my heat, says the Sun, and how I bring light into the darkness.

Remember my Fluidness, says water. And how I bare all life.

Remember my Abundance says the Earth, and all the bounty I provide.

 

Remember the shade I offer, says the Tree, and all the clean air for you to breathe.

 

Remember the Majesty I bring, says the mountain. A reminder that all obstacles can be overcome.

 

Remember my morning song, says the bird. And the joy of witnessing a new day.

 

In the Midst of change, remember seasons come and go, but the cycles of nature remains the same. Take time to ponder the magic of each day and be grateful for the stability around you.

 

Mitakuye Oyasin

 

Namaste

 

Many Blessings

 

Maria Wind Talker. ♥️

 

Light Workers Creed

 

We wake at dawn to greet the sun to thank Creator for another day begun.

 

We pray to the directions, words of peace of love and global healing. Amping up our light, our energy, our Chi.

 

We spend time in nature, maybe even hug a tree, but always in reverence on bended knee, do we take from our Mother for our herbal teas.

 

We light a candle, burn incense and white sage, as we cleanse ourself, our pets, the room and our spirit guides too.

 

We check on friends on the worldwide web and count out our blessings, as we rub the crystal around our necks.

 

We heal the sick and teach and craft, we are here to serve, uplifting is our task.

 

We gather in groups where the energies are stronger, we laugh, we sing, we heal and dance and… ponder.

 

We care for our families, blood or other, we cherish our pets, show respect to our demi gods and especially our mother.

 

We feed them organic nutrition to keep them strong and pro biotic yogurt pots, to keep them young.

 

We wind down at night with the rising of the Moon and we give thanks once again for the blessings, we thank the Stars, the Air, the Sun, the Moon.

 

We blow out the candles, let the incense burn, as we drift on the smoke into other worlds, where we continue our work.

 

A lightworker it seems is always on call, a kind of Mid Wife here to help, Re-Birth it all.

.

Mitakuye Oyasin

Namaste

Blessings

MWT ❤

Deplete and Delete

My heart is breaking, it’s left me deplete,

Deplete of sleep,

of energy,

of Deep…

Communication,

We can no longer reach,

Deplete of fear,

Deplete of pain,

Devoid of faith or hope ever again.

Humanity is deplete,

Time to hit Delete,

Deplete is our Mother.

of her Creations

that we reap,

Tis time,

Lets start a new elite,

A race of human where all are rich,

Rich in love

Respect

Community

and Belief.

A’HO

Mitakuye Oyasin

MWT ❤

Turn back Time…

Well what a mixed up weekend of energies it will be, New Moon on Saturday (in today till Sunday) so you might all be feeling that already. (I woke up today crying at a dream about my daughters wedding)

On Sunday the clocks go back an hour.  So on Monday we will wake up to sudden darkness when it would normally be light. (Vit C boosts recommended) I cant get my head around this turning back time malarky, or time in itself, but only man could be so obnoxious to try to control nature and his fellow man.

Luckily for some of us we are still connected to our biological clock, even if by a tiny thread, we still hold onto the ways of nature and live within the cycle as much as we can. Hold onto your thread, pay attention and it will grow stronger.

And, on Monday it is Sahmain, All Hallows Eve, the Day of the Dead, or Halloween, depending on where you are from.

What a Doozy of a time lol

Today would be a great day to take stock of what lies beneath, what fears of the future or maybe of Halloween do you carry? name them, write them out, get them out into the light of day.  Then tomorrow night, burn it under the New Moon, release them to the ancestors and ask for grace.

On Monday, take time to honour the dead, start with your own ancestors then let yourself be Heart led to include them all. ❤

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”Darker days are coming, time to retire to the cave, to rest, to read, to contemplate.

In the stillness of the dark, all that is at unrest can be revealed, released and healed.

 

The Dark night of the Soul shatters all blocks to pieces.

Creating space for dreams and fantasy’s to be re-seeded..

 

The soul recharged and ready to rise with dawning of the, spring Equinoxal sun.  As you stretch and yawn, a new time again has just begun”

Blessings

MWT. ❤

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Love

Love is like a butterfly, beautiful, flighty, transforming yet fragile as its wings.

Take care that your actions don’t alter it’s path, that your words, your breath don’t blow away the magic dust that keeps it in-flight.

Respect it, admire it, marvel at its wonder.

Never loose sight of your hearts thunder, to do so only pulls you both under.

Love is strong, bound by galactic interaction so look to the stars for clarity and traction, and to your heart for love, in action.

May all beings be love

Mitakuye Oyasin

Namaste

Blessings

MWT

I Crave Simple

A poem written by my dear friend Sue, which I can so relate to and I am sure you all can too.  ❤

 

 

 

 

 

I can’t bear the fuss and noise of life,
The complicated mess of it all.
I crave simple.
I desire peace and stillness
And naturalness.
All this striving and pushing and needing,
Is not for me.

Give me a shoreline at dusk,
A forest at dawn,
A still silent night with the stars overhead
And the warm, slow hum of Gaia beneath my feet.
That is all I need.

Give me food, shelter and myself,
I’m done with the rest of it.
I don’t need or understand any of it,
It snarls me up inside,
This toxic greed for more,
More, more, more than you need.
I’m done with it all.

Give me the freedom to spread out,
Gently, lovingly and with relief into the space
Of me, give me this and no more.
No, don’t give it to me!
I take it, no more, no less.

I undertake to take nothing
That is not mine,
I only want to pull all that is me,
Into my heart, into the core of me,
I’m sick of being other than me.
I’m tired of the 3D contamination
That taints me,
It is time, time to simply be me.

So go where you will,
You that is other than me and my kind.
Leave me in peace, alone,
Just as I am.
I’m sick of it all, physically and emotionally.
I have no desire for this world,
To change it or to find my place,
None at all,
I’m an alien here,
I must be me, free.

Insanity and sanity nudge into
Each other.
Your intuition is trying to show you,
What is real.
Can you feel into it, sense what is so?
Don’t discount the whispers,
They are your lifeline out of here,
They exist on the knife edge
Of joy and despair.

© Sue Claughton, 2016

I Crave Simple

Bubble bath…

Oh hot and bubbly bath,

you call to me like a siren to a sailer..
soon my love, soon…

I will languish in your warm liquid nectar

as the bubbles, absorb my woes,
swell and burst in a rapturous POP!

Then tickle my toes as they sink, down under.

Tirelessly you ease my bones, caress my skin and ease my soul.

For you dear bath and life giving water,
I remain for ever humbled and gracious of your treasure.

For some, this luxury may never come to pass.

Of this I am reminded, as water meets ass.

Be grateful for the things you take for granted, and make sure your feet are firmly planted

Within the space we call our heart, relax into the sublime wonder

Till it’s time to pull the plug
And free the grime from our chakras

Around it flows in a spiral
Free at last, that stuff goes viral

Back to mother earth as she breathes in and clears the path.

With thanks I step away and laugh out loud at what just came to pass. 😁

MWT ❤

World Poetry Day

Happy World ‘Poetry Day’ everyone 🙂

What is your favorite poem??

This is mine…I invite you to read the Invitation ❤

The Invitation
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.

I want to know what you ache for,
And if you dare to dream of meeting
Your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
For love, for your dream,
For the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
If you have been opened by life’s betrayals,
Or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own,
Without moving
To hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own,
If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
Without cautioning us to be careful, realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithless and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty
Even when it is not pretty every day,
And if you can source your own life
From its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure,
Yours and mine,
And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
Weary and bruised to the bone,
And do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
In the center of the fire with me
And not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
From the inside
When all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
With yourself,
And if you truly like the company you keep
In the empty moments.