Being of Service….

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Being of Service.

Is not something you choose, well not completely any-ways.
You can be called to service and misuse it for your own selfish gains while portraying saintly hood..we see it all the time in this field, sadly!

But the call to service is nothing you can control, you can ignore it for a while but mostly it bugs the crap out of you like a Mosquito in the night drilling away at your brain till eventually you get up and squish it.

In this case squishing it means, forget trying to sleep even though you have not slept in days, are so tired that even the light in your darkened room hurts your eyes, and saying ‘OK, how can I help?’

Rookie mistakes will include trying to brush it off and sleeping, only to prolong the chance of sleep…or ignore the pull of energy leading you down a certain path and miss an opportunity to help someone/thing or witness some amazing phenomena. Or, completely forget the lyrics to that song that has been going around in your head for 3 days, or that poem, or that wisdom teaching you are meant to share with others, or you will loose the image of that painting, symbol or symbolic art from nature.

When you are truly the hollow bone, dedicated and aware of these subtle/not so subtle nudges, then you take note and act accordingly, straight away (or at least not take 3 days to then lose it)

Being of service is a great gift, an honour and though at times it may feel like the gods are torturing you for some unknown reason, the rewards of heeding the call brings so much peace and healing, expansion and connection, that heeding the call becomes a treasured longing, it fulfils our human need for purpose.

So today I ask you to listen to the inner call, to follow that pull in your solar plexus, take note of the inner imagery and send that healing.

This is what you were born to do.

– Maria Wind Talker

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Bad shit happens to good people.
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‘Bad luck‘ stories I have a ton of that left me with P.T.S.D, Depression, suicidal thoughts, penny less, homeless for 2 years with a small child, ripped off countless times and abandoned by my own family.
 
BUT, my life stories do not define me, they are a small part of my journey through life. They are horrific enough on their own merit without the ‘need’ to embellish any of it for extra sympathy or dramatic affect.
 
Sympathy is not required, Sympathy and Empathy may sound the same but the yard sticks are miles apart. What is required is authentic help from Authentic people, who get that, ‘enabling’ the darkness is NOT the way to pull someone out of it.
 
So for ALL the ‘REAL‘ people who have done just that, no matter how small a gesture you think you made, know that to me it means more than winning a million dollars, because having you in my life is better than winning the lottery. 🙂
Can you see beyond the ‘Crap’ is your Glass half full or half empty? The contrast between dark and light, is it a clear line or a blurry boundary?
 
Today I am grateful for all the ‘crap’ because like an X-ray, it exposes the cancerous people around you and accentuates the healthy ones that breathe love and light into you daily, helping you to find the strength to lift your wings and fly.
You all know who you are, LOVE YOU. ❤
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!
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Blessings to you always, in all ways ❤
MWT ❤
Water is Life

Water is Life

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Picture taken at Addingford in Horbury – UK

Giant Hog Weed growing from the bank by the Canal.  These are very poisonous, so if you see one DO NOT touch it.  They grow over 6ft tall and tower over their 4-5 ft relatives.

Watching these plants made me see the beauty inside even the most feared, that they hold lightness, and it reaffirmed to me that ALL life is Sacred!

They made me smile and feel joyous inside as they waved their arm in the air, ‘like they just don’t care’.  Dancing and rejoicing this thing called life, their fall from grace as winter strips them of their bounty, yet still rejoicing as they dance with their relatives in the waters of life.

Arms stretched high, caressing the wind as she carries their song to up to creator.  While they bounce along to the rhythm of their beat, connected to our mother and to father sun.

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What a beautiful sight it was to see, we stood and watched for a good while before heading on our way, with a little song in my heart and a new beat in my feet.


Many Blessings

Mni Wiconi

Mitakuye Oyasin.

MWT ❤