I am coming into the necessary motivation to begin my Blog all over again from scratch. It’s a long, yet very short, story of technical proportions. Unintentional Deletion has it’s many disguised benefits. A shiny new WordPress version and all new energy to your screen via cyberspace are some of them. I did mourn the loss   …sniff…
but I’m done now
I will try to find bits of the previously posted blog enteries when I can posting with their original timestamp when possible (hence a Welcome long after the ‘first’ post). It will take me time to work back up to a nice body of reading, but I promise it will be full of energetic & spiritual stories from my personal and public practises along with any other juicey tid bits I can share, links to fabulous people, beautiful photos, inspiring and sacred messages….

All of this helps tie together some of my other creative outlets as well as letting my friends, clients, and circles of community easily glean insights into what I do and who I am. To share and connect with others who travel similar paths, and maybe even to inform & inspire the healer that certainly lies within you.

Welcome to my Blog, the cyber peek into a portion of my world ~ mostly of the Non-Ordinary kind.

With Reiki Footsteps,
earth selkie

I’m posting this online shortly after the Lunar Imbolc and have been intending to since Imbolc at the begining of February. This is my favorite housewarming gift to give. I’ve done two of this scene and many more of others.

I had gifted the other one similar to this, about 4 years ago. The first days of February I felt many indications Bridgid was with me, I connected with her, felt her presence and experienced a few fortuitious events associated with her hallmarks. Said to have fond support for children, midwives, artists, poets, & dairy maids, bringing gifts of herbal & natural medicine and smithcraft, strongly connected with fire, rebirth & healing. Long long ago I began my attraction to her energy. On this day of Imbolc, this painting unexpectadly came back to me, and was for me to keep! I have hung it on a prominant wall near my hearth, a wonderful reminder of Goddess presence, Helping Spirits and with it’s sweet message of Blessing. A gift from myself years ago.

~Namaste~

The Light and Love that is the Divine, shone beautifully bright, so full of joy that she began to giggle and laugh. Little jiggles of her essence bubbled up out of her mouth creating formless beings of Light.

To orbit them in the vast, blanketing, womb of dark void, the Creatrix sang forth the Earth, Moon & Stars to wich they could fixate, enjoy, and wonder at beauty.

These souls would visit Earth to take in her glory more fully. The Creatrix gave form to her Light Beings to contain their Divine Essence. This form gave them senses to experience and immerse in. While this was beautiful, the material forms created an illusion seperating the connection with the Source Mother. It took many by surprise. Some forgot and some were lost for their Earth time, seperated, feeling alone, scared and very sad. Inundated by their senses picking up that wich was not of joy and laughter.

A little game began to be played by these Earth Angels – to see past the illusion, to find and connect the Divine Spark within to the Divine in All, strengthaning the bond to the Eternal Source while contained n Earthbound bodies. Again and again they return to learn the joy of growing Love, Light & Laughter, expanding their Divine Essence to feel the familiar connection that is home.

Around us all the Mountains will still make love to the Sky, the Moon caress the Sea and the Stars will kiss our Heart’s Grace. The dance continues, the game is played and the Love Mother laughs her singing light children into being.

I’d like to share something I have had tacked to my fridge for about a year now, my daughter brought it home from school one day…

The Stranger

A few years after I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small Texas town. From the begining, dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complentary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and dad taught me to obey. But hte stranger… he was our story teller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history, or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry.

The stranger never stopped talking, but dad didnt seem to mind. Sometimes Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quite. (I wonder now if she prayed for the stranger to leave)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honour them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home – not from us, our friends, or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My dad didnt permit the libral use of alcohol. But hte stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. he made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatent, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked, and NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family, He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents’ den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?………..We just call him ‘TV’.
(Note: He has a wife now……we call her ‘computer’)

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Geepers I’d love to know who wrote that!!!