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As I Navigate These New Waters Of My Life…

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Elemental Altar – Photo by Toni Roberts

Everything

Falls into place

Perfectly...

 

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Elemental Altar- (View Two) – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

With the help of my

Elemental

Friends

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ode To The River…Ode To Oshun…

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Moody River & Sound – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

   Just took more photos of the river…

   the river and sound have such a hypnotizing pull on me…

season after season

   year after year…

day after day

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Distant Tugboat…Cloudy Sky – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

my son says

but ma…

you keeping on taking the same photo

over and over again…”

   he does not see the subtle changes from photo to photo

from day to day

season to season

the shifting shadows

the shimmering light

seasons marked

by the

absence or presence of sailboats on the sound

 

the stillness or gentle flow of the waters

the tugboat far off in the distance…

the mood of the sky

the shifting shapes of dancing clouds

 

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Oya Blowing Up A Storm Over The Long Island Sound, NYC – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

no…

he does not see the subtle differences

from year to year

for he sees only with eyes

while I see with heart and soul

this river and sound that are kin to me…

this river that has held-rocked-soothed-nourished-and-healed-me

through twenty-four years of

pain

sorrow

loss

agony

and the

deepest-of-soul-stirring

joy...

 

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Storm Clouds Over The Wetlands & Sound – Photo by Toni Roberts

no…

he does not see this

gift-from-the-“GODS”-view

with

   eyes-of-love

  as I do…

for it is

my

life itself

that is

reflected in the waters below…

 

 

Photos and More by Toni Roberts:

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FREEDOM:

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Window Altar – Photo by Toni Roberts

     no longer seeking from the

world

what only

God

   can give…

We Are But Bit Players…

 

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“The Land” Photo Six by Toni Roberts

 

in a

   major drama…

one far greater than that

unfolding

in

the

empty

space

between

our

two

   ears…

On Death…Dying…And Diseases Of Old Age…

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Stock Photo

as I reach another fork in the road

it occurs to me that

old age…aging…

diseases of old age

   and all that

   stuff

are mere

illusions

of

collective human creation

and although it saddens me

to lose beloved friends and lifelong companions who

one by one

are buying into to the

   myth…

   I refuse to follow them…

and thus

I find myself

alone

and once again at

   another fork in the road...

   do I go left…

joining my loved ones

who now drag worn and tired bodies

down the known paths of:

old age…disease…death

or

do I veer right

only to find myself once again

treading the

lonely dark path

of

the unknown

with only

hope

prayer

faith

and

trust in the invisible

to light my way to

continued health

vigor

ceaseless renewal

beauty

peace

endless creativity

and the

ultimate fulfillment

of my

purpose

in

   being

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A Reminder From The Past…As I Continue Along This Journey To Wholeness…

Original drawing/photo by Toni Roberts

Original drawing/photo by Toni Roberts

 

Come, She beckoned,
Come here, my child,
Come sit beside me
Here in the Soul-protected
Silence of Solitude

Listen, my daughter,
To the sound
Of
Silence…

To the beating
Of
Your
Heart

To the rhythm of
Your
Breath…

Psst

Come sit with me in
Love-filled
Solitude,
Away from the
Din
Of
The
World

Sit quietly, my love and
Listen to the
Sound of
Your
BEING

And when I turned my
Ear inward
Permitting myself to
Hear beyond the
Devastating cries of my
Pained and wounded heart,
I heard Her whisper:

You must be It
Not just say It

Drawing and poem originally published as: “My Ol’ Crone Within;” The Crone Chronicles magazine, 1998

Toni Roberts’ Artwork and Photography May Be Viewed and Purchased at:

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http://www.cafepress.com/orishatreasures

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The Only Sin…

Sunset over the Long Island Sound 1/17/15; Photo by Toni Roberts

Sunset over the Long Island Sound 1/17/15; Photo by Toni Roberts

 

is the sin of separation

from the

One Source

   of all there is

Stay connected–create!

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In Addition to Insanity…

Photo by Toni Roberts

Photo by Toni Roberts

 

Creativity

Is also the antidote to:

Aging

Disease

Memory loss

And a whole lot of other

Culture-created

Debilities

and

   Oddities of BE-ing

Creativity! Try it! Buy it! Share it!

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Caught In The Void…

Photo by Toni Roberts

Photo by Toni Roberts

 

Autumn

Waiting

Suspended animation

Between

Death of the

Old

And

Birth of the

New

Treading

Treading

Treading

This spinning wheel of

Decay and Renewal

How long this wait?

Suppressed impatience

Unexpressed desire

Not yet time

Fall back into the Void

Into the quiet stillness of the

Waiting

Soul

Join me. Come out as a Daughter of Gaia!

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Incoming…

ella que guarda la puerta

ella que guarda la puerta

 

always

right time

right place

when I am following the

impulses

signs

signals

from within

instead of trying to

second guess

mas cerca...

mas cerca…

 

the Inner Guide:

She Who Faces Within

no more taking the lead

leading myself

again and again

along that circuitous path

which always ends up here:

tail stuck in mouth

round and round

I go…

arriving

sameplacedifferenttime

La Damas que me guarda...

La Damas que me guarda…

 

alive

well

aware of myself as a

Creative Being

representative of the

Creator

here to allow the

Great Mystery

to continue

Ex-pressing

into this dimension

in-as-through

all

that

I

    am…

lo que guarda la ventana...

lo que guarda la ventana…

 

tools...

tools…

 

I am the

hands

feet

mind

body

Yemaya

Yemaya

 

of the

Great Mystery

operating

in this

world

of

    form

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