La Reverie

What is Magic?

                               

Choices are the constant river which flows and when we become one with that flow, the changes and the choices become positive living vibrations that ripple throughout the oceans of time. I choose positive creative choices. I invoke positive changes as a secure loving force. Take a breath, step into the waters of your existence and float upon the glory which is this moment, this life, this now. It is easy to believe in the things that we can see, touch, taste, smell, hear. It is the belief in those unseen parts of the universe which takes work.

Stand in wonder of the Medicine of the Universe. Make a wish, own it, have it, receive it, believe in yourself, because the Creators already do. Some may say that I look at this world of ours through rose-colored glasses. I choose to know that I am invoking the magic, the medicine of the greater future reality in to the now. So in a final analysis, when I'm asked "what is Magic?", my answer is "what isn't?"

 

Intermittency -- an impossible lesson for human beings to learn. How can one learn to live through the ebb-tides of one's existence? How can one learn to take the trough of the wave? It is easier to understand here on the beach, where the breathlessly still ebb tides reveal another life below the level which mortals usually reach. In this crystalline moment of suspense, one has a sudden revelation of the secret kingdom at the bottom of the sea. Here in the shallow flats one finds, wading through warm ripples, great horse conchs pivoting on a leg; white sand dollars, marble medallions engraved in the mud; and myriads of bright-colored cochina-clams, glistening in the foam, their shells opening and shutting like butterflies' wings. So beautiful is the still hour of the sea's withdrawal, as beautiful as the sea's return when the encroaching waves pound up the beach, pressing to reach those dark rumpled chains of seaweed which mark the last high tide.

Perhaps this is the most important thing for me to take back from beach-living: simply the memory that each cycle of the tide is valid; each cycle of the wave is valid; each cycle of a relationship is valid. And my shells? I can sweep them all into my pocket. They are only there to remind me that the sea recedes and returns eternally.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh ~ Gift from the Sea; Argonauta

Where do I begin...

To tell the story of how great a love can be. The sweet love story that is older than the sea The simple truth about the love he brings to me. Where do I start....

Fairy Name

Your fairy is called Moth Silverwitch

She is a protector from evil demons and a poisoner of werewolves.

She lives close to crystal caverns and stalagtite grottos.

She is only seen in the enchanted moment between sleep and waking.

She collects crystals to wear on her dresses. She has delicate translucent wings like a cicada.

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The Circle of Life

                                                   

My granddaughter looks up at me as she rests her head on my shoulder, I have her daddy in my arms again, his sweetness all those years ago....his brother in my belly.

Walking out of the coffee shop the next day, a very pregnant young woman walking towards me, two elderly ladies call out to her, due soon? She places her hand on her belly and answers, next month. I smile as I hear one of the ladies remark, I remember those days.....

...My granddaughters face...Being pregnant...Being a mother...My boys growing up...Time...

A lady walking a small white dog that looks just like mine. I smile, she smiles, we make small talk, I tell her about my Belle. She bends down, picks up her small dog and walks on as she talks to her, I wonder...is that her only child...

...My granddaughters face....Being pregnant...Being a mother....My boys growing up...Time

I come home, open the door, Belle is waiting, I pick her up, I pet her. The house is empty, silent...

...The lady walking her small dog...the pregnant young woman...the elderly ladies.....my boys growing up...my granddaughters face...moments...the circle of life...

                                                   

My granddaughter looks up at me as she rests her head on my shoulder, I have her daddy in my arms again, his sweetness all those years ago....his brother in my belly.

Walking out of the coffee shop the next day, a very pregnant young woman walking towards me, two elderly ladies call out to her, due soon? She places her hand on her belly and answers, next month. I smile as I hear one of the ladies remark, I remember those days.....

...My granddaughters face...Being pregnant...Being a mother...My boys growing up...Time...

A lady walking a small white dog that looks just like mine. I smile, she smiles, we make small talk, I tell her about my Belle. She bends down, picks up her small dog and walks on as she talks to her, I wonder...is that her only child...

...My granddaughters face....Being pregnant...Being a mother....My boys growing up...Time

I come home, open the door, Belle is waiting, I pick her up, I pet her. The house is empty, silent...

...The lady walking her small dog...the pregnant young woman...the elderly ladies.....my boys growing up...my granddaughters face...moments...the circle of life...

Life's Blessings

My Birthday is coming up next month and I was just thinking about last year's Birthday....I was on the couch watching a movie, a little past midnight I see my 20 year old son Jeff walking down the stairs with a card in his hand. He handed me the card and with a kiss wished me a Happy Birthday.  He wrote the following; "To my mother, my best friend, my mentor, and my inspiration. Words can never describe what you are and mean to me , I am as proud of you as you are of me", of course this brought tears to my eyes. He has always been so caring and concerned about the people he loves. When he gives a card or a gift it has been carefully chosen, lovingly written. I call the older one "The Wild One", this one I call the Old Soul. I honestly can say he has never given me a reason to doubt him, to worry that he would make the wrong choices.

At the age of eight or so he was obsessed with collecting wrestling figures. One day he was on the floor playing with his "guys" as he called them, having a pretend match. I got down on the floor with him and asked which were the bad guys and which were the good. He stopped what he was doing, looked at me and said "Depends on which side you are on Mom" at that moment I knew this soul had been here before. He and I have always shared a special bond, we are both artistic, he spends hours composing beautiful songs, takes beautiful photos, can sing and act. Has dealt with his first heartbreak with grace and dignity. Chooses his friends carefully, the ones he has, have been his friends since childhood. Knows what he wants in a woman, and more importantly what he does not want. He has earned the respect of people much older then him by handling situations with his calm and reserved demeanor, and knows when to stand his ground without violence.

Every Birthday for me is a celebration of the blessings in my life. The Old Soul and The Wild One, two sides of the same coin. How they have enriched my life with love, wonder and serenity. I have learned so much from them.....

Day with my Little Princess

   

I have my little Princess today, she is napping now. So I have about an hour to myself. I just love spending time with her. One advantage of having grandchildren at a young age is that you have the energy to keep up with them. My Mom is 67 and I don't know how she can keep up with all her grandchildren, 7 of them are under the age of 10. I adore my boys but having a little girl in my life to spoil is a dream come true for me. I am such a girl, and I want to share so much with her. I recently bought her a white linen dress for her to wear at the beach, I was going on about how I want to get her a hat to match so I can take pictures of her, and my son (her daddy) turned to his girlfriend and said, "Do you know how many years my mother has planned for this? A little girl, wearing a white dress and hat, on a Cape Cod beach." I thought it was so cute, the way he had been paying attention all these years, of course this year the dream will come true on a Florida beach instead of Cape Cod, but it will still fill my heart with joy. She will be a year old next month, and now her personality is beginning to emerge, she is sweet, happy, and so loving. All I have to say is Lovey, and she wraps her little arms around my neck and gives my one of those butterfly kisses that melt the heart. The wonderful thing about being a grandparent is that you know how truly fast they grow up, so every moment is precious, every moment is a gift. The rest of the world disappears, and you enter into a world of wonder, giggles, innocence and magic.

A Favorite Poem

      

          As dew leaves the cobweb lightly

Threaded with stars,

Scattering jewels on the fence

And the pasture bars;

As dawn leaves the dry grass bright

And the tangled weeds

Bearing a rainbow gem

On each of their seeds;

So has your love, my lover,

Fresh as the dawn,

Made me a shining road

To travel on,

Set every common sight

Of tree or stone

Delicately alight

          For me alone. 

                     ~Sara Teasdale~

Till Death do us Part.....

                                                 

I came across the following lines from the novel Captain Corelli's Mandolin and I wanted to share them. I have been married for 28 years, and found this discription of marriage to be as close to my truth as any I have read....

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

Happy Birthday my Heart

27 today....how time truly flies....He IS his fathers son, if I ever doubted the saying "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree" he has proved it beyond a shadow doubt. Orly is a replica of his father as a young man, joyful, full of dreams and passionate about all he hold dear. Wherever he goes he leaves a trail of admirers, young, old, male or female. All that meet him are left with a smile. His younger brother Jeff, often says he loves to watch Orly tell a story, and he means "watch". Orly doesn't just tell a story, he acts it out, "his Dad tells me he gets that from me though."~smile. Like his Dad, he is a devoted family man, his girls always come first. A couple of weeks ago his girlfriend brought tears to my eyes by telling me a story about the first night they brought their daughter Ariana home. He told her that he stayed up that night and watched them both sleep, and he knew what complete happiness felt like. That story filled my heart with such joy. My little boy has grown up and has become a man I respect and admire, he is hard working, takes care of his family and would rather spend and evening with his girls then with anyone else. My granddaughter is full of joy, and when she sees her Daddy he eyes light up. She knows she is safe, she is loved and her world is secure.

I am so grateful that the universe chose me to be his mother, how blessed I have been to have been given the gift of caring for him and his brother, nurturing them, of having to be the example of what I wanted to teach. Being a mother has made me so much better then I might have been. After all, "Do as I say" never did work for me either.

Happy Birthday my heart.