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THE PLACE WITHIN

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Iris Floriography

Gifts from the soil.

Not all that is buried is gone. The earth teaches us that within the dirt there remains life.
In the richness of the underworld is a medicine that comes to us with a reminder of newness and joy.
This garden continues to reach into my sorrow. It is a comfort to feel that the dirt and soil can hold my emotions and sustain my process of change.
The history of the iris can be traced back to the #Monet and #Vangogh. It is also a symbol known as the #FleurdeLis and #Medival messages hidden in plain sight of the bloodline of European royalty. It is a reminder of the continued faith throughout the ages, a lineage of connection and a message of our own sovereignty found deep within.
The message from Iris is we are all from a deep rooted lineage, an eternal bond. The depth of the earth, the soil in your hand is ancestral. We are always standing with our beloved beneath our feet.
#Life #grief #intuitive #guidance #spiritualcoaching #prayers #goddess #gaia #earthmother #ancestors #cottagegarden #cottagelife #plantlife #iris #irisgoodnewsmessenger #fleurdelis #medivalfloriography #MaryMagdalene #faithalive #trust #floriography 


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Lines of Grandmothers

There is a sweet feeling, 
Pegging out the washing
Watching my hands age 
along the line.
This inner knowing
Of the right way to
hang the clothes.
Maybe my Grandmothers 
are talking through me 
as I peg the next to the next.
This pleasing practice, 
Embedded in my bones,
Of the women, the wind, the dazzling sun.
Did they have moments like this?
Early morning dew in Spring?
I imagine my lineage of women,peg to peg, listening to birdsong, looking at their own hands year after year.
My line of coastal dwellers, 
Salty air,
Swinging clothes in sunlight,
Clothes of colours to old worn comforts. 
Seagulls hovering for a bit of bread,
The dry lines and cold fingers,
Their hands,
My hands,
Now look the same.


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The Mary Magdalene Gospel Books

And the oracle decks….😊💞🤗

These are the books on the translations of the Gospel of Mary. I use a wide view of the translations to find a feeling, a fit, that sits right with me. The sense I get is that the Gospel speaks to us on many levels of our own emotional landscape. The experience I have, and other readers, is that the Gospel can give a new meaning, a quote, a new message each time it is read. This is what is meant by a New Light. How do I know? I have just completed a Gospel of Mary reading course. All the participants in the group experienced New Lights from the text each week! Each time it is read, over and over, it speaks to us “at the level of the heart”.


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Elementals

Take me to the woods and let me stand with the trees. Let me synthesize my emotions and hear the humming of the birds and the bees….


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Grief

Grief is a vast emotion that no one escapes, if feels deep and cavernous.

Whether it be the absence of a loved one, a place, a community transformed to the loss of a situation, All is welcomed to the doorway of grief.

It can take us into the underworld of our deep soul, searching for all that is Love.

Deep Respect ❤💗❤

Photo: carved head found during excavations around Furness Abbey Ruins


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Women of Change

Blessings

I pray to the Grandmothers, the Mothers
The Sisters and Daughters
I pray to the Changemakers, the Songmakers,
And the Homemakers
I pray to the Winds of Movement
The Rivers of Guardians
The Earth Lovers
And the Fire Warriors
I pray for Change


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Happy New Year

I thank you all for a spirited year of connection, joy, laughter, grief, tears and sounding our voices in release and keening.

I pray for love, more connection to you all in joy and heart blooming inspiration.

I pray that next year I will be gatherings with you, to sing, voice, touch your hand in mine as your spirit has touched my heart this year.

I thank the Grandmothers and the Grandfathers, our ancestors, the ancient ones the wise and the well for pulling us together. I thank the great mysteries of the those that guide me, my angel guardians, my spirit guides for bringing me into circle and session with beautiful souls and those that have pure hearts. I thank the greatness for new friendships, for long held loving relationships, for family and community that have held us as we have experienced challenges and expressed our emotions in safe communion.

I am grateful for All this and so much more. I am grateful to the All and the Only, to the consciousness of oneness and my grateful heart sends out so much love to yours for now in this present moment, I am Truly Blessed.


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Everything….

There is time for everything and everything has its time…..

Into this place I send my soul song streaming and the elements return the sound into my own. I am here without time and in no place. I have space between the particles of my being and my bones.


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What Do You See? A Reflection of Me

Can you feel it, this shift in spirit? I see our forms as energy all thinking, dreaming, perceiving, doing, projecting. I see all those projections as cords, the unaware.

Within my own space, what am I projecting, what have I perceived?

Much of this is not my own, so who am I? I see my form, looking back at me and what do I see?

The perceptions of myself have dropped away, who am I Now? In this moment, there is just my form looking back at me, this is ending, dying, birthing….this is New.


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Corrosive

Furious Boundaries. The ruins here are crumbling, held by steel girders, holding up what was, what has been. Once thought of as picturesque now it’s  unsafe and corrosive. The old decaying structure is sinking into the Earth. The railings are rusted and the scream of spirit of place says break it down. Emotions of anger, violation and division. Separation is no longer acceptable.