Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Morning Star

Morning Star

A morning star calls me to attention.
Amidst its soft glow in blue sky above,
Are mysterious beings of light and life
Beyond what my naked eye can see,
And my logical mind comprehend.

Oh, vastness and wonder
The Universe beckons me
To broaden my perspective.
It awaits patiently for my mind
To expand and eagerly embrace,
To bravely traverse,
And venture into, the unknown.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

A Dream To Fly

There once was a women who was convinced she could fly, if only she could find the right mountain ledge to leap from. She had seen herself do exactly that in a dream, and it felt so real she just knew it was possible. And so she set out on a quest to find the mountain she had seen in her dreams.

The woman had sold all her possessions so she would be free to fulfil her dream. She had only the clothes on her back, a small sleeping bag, and a rucksack filled with whatever food she could carry. She kept her money hidden in her sleeping bag in a pocket she had sewn so it could not be lost, or found.

One night the woman was sleeping soundly when an owl calling out in the night awakened her. Startled, she sat up and looked around but could not see or hear anyone. Unable to get back to sleep, she lay on her back and looked to the stars. The moon was cupped as if it was about to spill its entire contents on her head. She imagined it did just that, and felt the moon dust fall over top of her. Soon she was sleeping again, this time so deeply that she slipped into another world and never returned to the one she had begun her life in.

When the woman awoke, she found herself nestled inside a nest on top of a tall tree. She had become an owl chick, but with the memory of the woman she once was. A few weeks later, she knew her dream had come true when she took her first flight out of the nest. She flew toward the nearby mountain and landed on a small ledge facing the East. Here, she gave thanks to Great Spirit for helping her fulfil her seemingly impossible dream.

It is believed that the woman can be seen on dark starry, summer nights, flying toward the moon. They say she has an owl flying beside her, showing her the way.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Love Is All We Can Be Sure Of

By Heather Price

Restless sleep with windows banging
Constantly reminding that all is not well.
Moments of fearful imagination,
Relentless storm with future stories to tell.

Awakened to a city strewn with wood and leaves
Displaced objects and leaking roofs.
Sandbags placed strategically in desperation,
Confusion, and fear of displacement.

Evening comes again with silence at last,
Days of wind and rain now finally past,
From time to time, the sound of sirens
Whining in the distance.

Mother Earth surely now has our attention,
There has to be reason for her dissension.
Predictability long gone,
Nature now forces us to listen.

What of the lands and peoples of the Amazon?
With dams being built without thought or care.
Surely we cannot turn a blind eye,
And not notice such destruction there?

Stop now the Wind calls.
Stop and look at what you are doing.
Stop and think about where to from here?
Stop and wonder, what of your Children?

Pay attention the rain threatens,
Pay attention to your heart.
Surely you can feel the imbalance?
Surely you can feel the old people’s pain?

And my brother Wind hears the call of the Spirits,
And summons his sister, Rain,
And together they wake us up,
And together they shake us up.

It is time, past time.
Time for moderation,
Time for consideration,
Perhaps it is even time for obliteration.

Wake Up now and defy doom and gloom,
And choose instead to believe in magic
And all the possibilities of Light,
Welcome, and be, only love.

For when there are seemingly no answers,
Love is all we can be sure of,
Share it, bless it and give thanks for it,
And open your heart wider to even more gentle, powerful Love.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Follow the Mountain

I met up with dear friend Susan Davison, a Reiki Master-teacher , Counsellor Extraordinaire, Earthwoman-mother, Goddess,  and so much more, in the markets today. Susan and I went on an 'all day" road trip and sacred journey over the divine Mt Glorious mountain (Brisbane hinterland) yesterday.

Early before we set out - I meditated and asked that we would be guided to the perfect places and kept safe that day - I instantly saw us swimming in Sommerset Dam (about an hour 20 mins drive West - then North from Brisbane).

Susan and I had agreed she was in charge of the driving and navigation, and I would provide all the food for the day. When she asked me where I wanted to go (as we sat in her car) I handed the decision back to her, trusting she would 'hear' the signs - She immediately said - "Let's go West" - and I smiled! We drove through Samford Valley and headed west over Mt Glorious. Time and time again, Susan would say "Where to now do you think?", and I would smile and remind her she knew where to go. When we finally arrived at Sommerset Dam for a divine and welcomed swim, I told her about my meditation. We both laughed and marvelled at how we much we trust each other and Spirit.

We spent the rest of the day with Susan intuitively finding a place for us to stop for 'lunch' - she shared that she had  hoped we would have dinner outdoors, and I had only packed our lunch. We had a mango and seeds at one of our early stops for a midday snack, and drank lots of water.  It wasn't until we arrived at the top of a glorious hill at sunset, on a road neither of us had travelled before (and that was not even on the sat nav when we took a sneaky look for the first time), that we took out my esky and unloaded our fine banquet. Fresh green salad, vegetarian antipasta, asparagus, hummus, and a raw food berry pudding that I slaved over the night before! We took time to greet the ancestors and spirits of the land, Mother Earth, Father Sun, and Great Spirit, and to give thanks for our wonderful day. We played my wonderful new hand made gong from Nepal, a gift from a friend. Later, after we ate every speck of food, I drummed up a storm with my medicine drum while Susan took it all in. This was followed by a short piece on my rosewood flute. We were in heaven!

The view was perfect, and we both new we were exactly where we were meant to be, and where we were not meant to be, at all times. The road, that we had finally settled by, had started out as a narrow gravel road, and when we reached a fork in it at once stage - before Susan had a chance to ask"which way?" I began to sing a chant that I could hear being sang to me by Spirit -

"Follow the mountain, Don't be afraid, "It will show you the way".

All man made signs and common sense said - "go left" - but we both new to go right - and as I sang and sang, Susan followed the Spirit of the nearby mountain that eventually led to our picnic spot, a beautiful view, and a bitumen road that took us home across country in no time at all.

We reflected many times on our journey on how strong our intuition was becoming, and how all we really need to do is to stay still and go inwards to be shown the way. All we need will come our way, in Divine Time.

When Susan and I met at the markets this morning, we talked about how well we had both slept, and how peaceful we felt from having dedicated a full day to listen to spirit in nature. We have made a date to go on another adventure in a month's time and both can't wait.