Janice Turner Salmon

Tag: #earthmother

  • High Wind

    I asked the wind, what is it you are here for why are you doing this? It said;

    to unleash chaos, nature is not tidy or manicured.

    Seeds will be earthed and reborn.

  • In times of chaos….pray

    Shap Abbey

    Divine Mother

    My prayer for the year ahead is to meet my edge with more grace. In times of chaos, challenge or conflict help me stand strong and walk towards my boundary, my edge.

    Help me be curious and walk towards my uncomfortable feelings with love and an open heart.

    In times of mistrust or division help me raise my head, my lungs and breathe in a stride towards that tension.

    May I lean towards my limits with a new learned sense of familiarity. Let this become a place I know and a space of recognisable wisdom.

    Let my body and spirit know my edge as much as I know my centre. And may the retraction inward be a soft walk back to myself with compassion in tow.

    I pray I walk within my self with affirmation of safety. That I being to recognise this boundary as a recognisable place which is part of my whole. So my edge is a place I grow to know as much as my resting repose.

    Amen

  • Pathways of Prayers

    I pray today for new ways of walk this earthly reality with my feet firmly planted in each and every moment.

    May my feet connect to the one place, one time, one love. May my feet anchor me sturdy and strong. May my feet feel the pulse of Mother Earth, the temperature of present awareness.

    May my feet be open to pull in all the valleys, alleys and avenues of choices, considerations here present. May my feet be able to spread my weight evenly with equanimity as my teacher.

    May my footsteps be met with desired movement. May forward action be with a tender greeting of all the elements playing a symphony of encouragement and guidance through All the paths and passages of life.

  • 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 

  • 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.

  • 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….

  • 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

  • She of a thousand stars

    I am She of a thousand stars above

    and smooth wind upon the brow

    I am She who adores you with kisses upon that brow

    I am She who rushes like the waves to meet your feet

    upon the shores of your dearest tidings

    I am within the night of the dream weaver

    and in the days of sadness upon your tear soaked cheeks

    I am in your thoughts as you tend to your loving cares

    I am in your remembrance of friendships that feel joy to you

    I am that bridge of the Heart from you to another

    I am within and outside of your Heart

    I am the connection from your eyes, your thoughts, your touch of hand

    and hand on Heart

    I go with you into the darkest places you may be sent

    I walk by your hand brushing upon mine

    Just grasp my soft fingers when you are needing steadying

    I will carry you wholly across that threshold

    into the door of it surrounded by my Love for you

    I am She of a thousand stars

    I am here for You