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Was This Not…

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Rainy Day Altar – Photo by Toni Roberts

an even more delicious day

   than the sunshine and calm blue skies of yesterday?

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Indoors On A Rainy Day – Photo by Toni Roberts

this

glorious

today

with

noisy splatters of raindrops

and

boisterous winds

intruding upon the

SILENCE

of  my

   SACRED SPACE

blow!

Oya

clear away the debris that clogs the mind and soul

whip up the waters!

cleanse this vessel!

ready it for the

Holy Work

   for which the Soul has come

Walking In A Winter Wonderland!

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walking in a winter wonderland…

 

beloved river...

beloved river…

 

braving the storm...

braving the storm…

 

where are the children?

where are the children?

 

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one footstep???

one footstep???

 

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Meditation on a Rainy Day

watching the river flow

watching the river flow

Perhaps today I will just sit and watch the river flow…

here in the warmth and safety of my sacred space

watching Ochun flow lazily twenty stories below.

She rolls calmly,

sensually

upriver…

taking her time…

refusing to be rushed by the blustering winds and

beating rain

that try to hurry her along.

So peacefully she flows…

self-contained joy in motion.

Yes.

Today I shall just sit and commune with my

Sister, Ochun.

Perhaps tomorrow I shall fill these pages with her

secret

whisperings…

Behind Every Cloud…

One of the things that makes life so thrilling and exciting

is that I know–that behind

every mystery…

every fear and unanswered question…

behind every dark, ominous cloud

behind every cloud…

no matter how bleak and threatening it may appear…

behind every cloud (two)…

the sun shines brilliantly…

clouds are temporary…

they pass

with or without

releasing their cleansing waters…

behind every cloud (three)…

but the sun–the sun is forever…

permanent…steady…never-failing…constant and consistent..

omnipresent

omniscient...

omnipotent

Life-Giving…

revealing gift after gift

to surprised and unsuspecting eyes…

replacing the hum-drum repetitive sameness

of an ego-driven existence

with the joy of

unexpected

fulfillment

of

of one’s deepest

most secret

dreams and desires...

The Battles Belong to God…

These earthly battles, indeed, belong to to God: that Holy Presence that has taken up residence in my third and fourth CHAKRAS

that Intelligence with which I communicate in these sacred moments

that mysterious Force that draws me here to this holy spot

above my beloved river

today swollen and

windblown

my river…

Mother God waging Battle

for the survival of Her children:

all the two and four-legged creatures

all those who crawl or grow

along the Body of Her

Sister:

Gaia

Rolling waters

hurried along by the wind…

not wise to tarry in danger

and there is much danger

all around…

it comes by air

by water

by sight and sound…

visions of madness upon the land…

humanity gone berserk

lost in the lunacy of

their own imaginings…

killer cruelty ruling the earth…

a million lives taken…

a noble mountain leveled…

all the same…

I watch from my perch

high above the rapidly rolling

river

listening to words of

Truth

that flow from That Which Has Taken Up Residence in my

heart and solar plexus…

and then I know…

all is just as it must be…

and so, I kick back

and I am at peace once more…

in Love

at-one with my world…

I can leave the battles to God…

My Love Team and I…

It felt so good

reaching out this weekend

to touch

those

whom

I

love…

All of my “sister-friends”

and male counterparts who are

animus to my anima

Strong beings of like spirit

indomitable warriors

who never give up or lose hope…

Women and men who have learned from life

that morning always follows night

that rainbows appear

after the most frightening of storms…

that new life follows

the bloody, backbreaking,

vagina-tearing pain of

childbirth…

I am so grateful for this love-team…

some of us having

looked major, boogie-men killers:

like cancer…strokes..heart attacks

straight in the eye–

defying self and societal conditioning–

making the so-called, killer,

blink first…

And now, my love-team and I

march on through Life

persevering and steadfast

laughing, dancing, dreaming, drumming…earning doctorate degrees

taking on new lovers

Never looking back…

oblivious to our contemporaries

who fall by the wayside

brought down by their belief

in sickness and

old

    age…

The Promise of Light…

sometimes my world is unbelievably bleak…

enveloped in darkness…

out of balance…off-kilter…

but yet…within the very darkness

is hope…

the promise of light

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