I Am She of Sound
On this dust and bone of Earth and throng
As the sound of song plays from nature above
The world goes quiet and song plays on
As the world goes quiet
And the song plays on
When you listen to song and sound
When you go beyond the tongue
When you look inward and
See the sound does play on
When you look deep into Heart
You hear it
Feel the dust and bone at your feet Dear One
Feel Earth under your soles
The Sky above your thoughts
Let the Earth respond
At your Heart, at your mind
Let the Mind go beyond
Let the Mind go quiet
And you’ll feel where you belong
With the Earth at your feet
And the Sky at your mind
And let the Earth engulf you
So you know you belong
Within the belly of Her now
And let the song play on
Within deep calm of Her around you
Singing the song to you
And see you belong
With the Earth at your feet
The Sky in your mind
And the song of Her in your Heart
And let the Earth belong
Channeled by JTS
Water blessings give thanks to the feminine energy of water for all women and that prayers and intentions be carried to all women over this planet. We are all connected, far and near, to sisters, mothers, grandmothers and no matter how far apart we may seem by distance, we are all connected by the waters of the rivers, of the seas of the earth. Next time you are near the sea, if you feel called to do so, send a heartfelt loving intention to all women everywhere, connect deeply to your heart centre and see how this also feels for you. With Love and Light xxx
To bird song
up in the tree
For dawn to break
with warming rays
from cloudy days
To sounds so sweet
To love divine
WPC: I’d Rather Be
For the WPC: Earth
They live in the wind
On the spray of the sea
They live with the heat
From the sun
This stretch of beach holds many memories for me. I have been visiting this place all my life. My parents and an Aunt and Uncle brought me here as a child to run on the sands, collect shells and paddle in the sea. I have been coming here from childhood to adulthood and as they say, a sunset is never the same, reminding me that memories remain and tomorrow will bring more to remember.
WordPress Challenge: Memory
For the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Landscape
Photographed by ©JaniceTSalmon2016 medicinalmeadows.com
the day is long
and yet the sun
shines for a short time
as winter is not yet done
the sun rises but
not so high as to
reach the garden chair
or flower beds for glory
power of the shine
is for only a spell
as I am reminded
of days that will come
a brief glimpse
of golden rays
spark of brighter days and
hope as spring will surely come
Snowdrops are a delightful sight in February. They give a bright feel to mossy grounds which sparks a little joy on a grey day. These flowers are known to have approximately 20 variations of species and can grow up to 30cm tall. The botanical name is Galanthus, gala in Greek means “milk” and anthos, meaning “flower”(Wikipedia.org).
Although they are cultivated far and wide it is thought that they are native to eastern Europe. It is believed that many soldiers of the Crimean War brought small bundles of these bulbs back to Britain, but were first documented in Botanical text in the 16th century (www.nhm.ac.uk). Today they are cherished and there are dedicated Snowdrop Gardens open throughout the UK.
The snowdrops delicate nature has attracted the attention of many poets. Emily Dickinson, the garden lover, often uses metaphors to describe elements of nature. In the poem “I taste a liquor never brewed” she is giving praise to her garden, “drunk” on the intoxication of scent, beauty and botanical skills in cultivation. She uses metaphor to convey feelings, in my opinion, of her joy in the garden. I love the last stanza as she refers to the “seraphs” (a variety of snowdrop) as they “swing their snowy hats”.
I taste a liquor never brewed –
From Tankards scooped in Pearl –
Not all the Vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of air – am I –
And Debauchee of Dew –
Reeling – thro’ endless summer days –
From inns of Molten Blue –
When “Landlords” turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove’s door –
When Butterflies – renounce their “drams” –
I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats –
And Saints – to windows run –
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the – Sun!
By Emily Dickinson.
William Wordsworth also thought of these little white flowers as angelic. In his poem “On seeing a tuft of snowdrops in a storm”, he uses words such as “faithful and immortal”.
When haughty expectations prostrate lie,
And grandeur crouches like a guilty thing,
Oft shall the lowly weak, till nature bring
Mature release, in fair society
Survive, and Fortune’s utmost anger try;
Like these frail snow-drops that together cling,
And nod their helmets smitten by the wing
Of many a furious whirlblast sweeping by.
Observe the faithful flowers! if small to great
May lead the thoughts, thus struggling used to stand
The Emathian phalanx, nobly obstinate;
And so the bright immortal Theban band,
Whom onset, fiercely urged at Jove’s command,
Might overwhelm, but could not separate!
By William Wordsworth.
Dailypost – Winter’s Delicate Flower
Photographs by Medicinalmeadows.com
WordPress Photo Challenge: Artists are inspired by and capture the world around us: sculptors immortalize people with statues; painters record events in their masterpieces. What about the other way around? For this week’s theme, find inspiration in a piece of art, and go further: imitate it.
I took this photograph yesterday, a lucky discovering in a public walled garden as one of my favourite paintings is Van Gogh’s Irises.