Archive for August, 2009

Sometimes

Posted in Feelings, Love, thoughts, Words with tags , , , on August 17, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

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Sometimes late at night, when the world is quiet and I am finally alone with my thoughts, I realize why it is I cannot find the words to write for others.  You are the one who makes the words happen for me, you always have been. Why that is I cannot say for sure, but you bring this part of me alive like no one else has ever done.  I have not written here as much of late but the thoughts are still there.  My longing to share them with the world is somewhat uncertain these days,  but the feeling behind them is not. Sometimes late at night I realize all I want is to share them with you, my thoughts, my heart, all the parts of me I cannot seem to put to the page.  It is night here, the moon and stars filling the sky, while you greet the light of day and all it will bring.  May it bring only good things to you and may you, for a moment, hear some of those words whispered into the night as I drift to sleep.

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Tiny Bells

Posted in Story Time, Wonder, Writings with tags , on August 16, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

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The window shashes have been tightly shut for several days, the glass panes covered with bits of olde sheet music to keep a secret within …

Nose prints from tiny faces pressed against the glass, paws pressed flat, bitty hands cupped trying to sneak a peek … Smudges of evidence on the panes.

Tiny footprints forming lines throughout the gardens, all seem to end in a gathering outside … just below the window. Further evidence that whispers of what is happening inside is spreading from garden to garden.

All are watching. All await in wonder.

Early mornings, if you are awake with the dawn you might hear the soft tinkling of tiny silver bells as the faeries make their way from the bottom of the gardens to work within the studios walls. It is late into the night before they make their way back home to gather a wink of sleep … & to dream of what is about to happen.

Something is stirring. Something wonderful.

Embracing Womanhood

Posted in Deep Thoughts, Female, Feminine, Life, Rambings, thoughts, woman with tags , , , on August 14, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

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Embracing Womanhood
There are many ways and myriad reasons for women to honor and embrace all that they are. And when any individual woman chooses to do so, all women collectively move closer to becoming what they are truly capable of being. By honoring her experience and being willing to share it with others-both male and female-she teaches as she learns. When she can trust herself and her inner voice, she teaches those around her to trust her as well. Clasping hands with family members and friends, coworkers and strangers in a shared walk through the journey of life, she allows all to see the self-respect she possesses and accepts their respect, too, that is offered through look, word, and deed.

When a woman can look back into her past, doing so without regret and instead seeing only lessons that brought her to her current strength and wisdom, she embraces the fullness of her experience. She helps those around her to build upon the past as she does. And when she chooses to create her desires, she places her power in the present and moves forward with life into the future.

Seeing her own divinity, a woman learns to recognize the divinity in all women. She then can see her body as a temple, appreciating its feminine form and function, regardless of what age or stage of life she finds herself. She can enjoy all that it brings to her experience and appreciate other women and their experiences as well. Rather than seeing other women as competition, she can look around her to see the cycle of life reflected in the beauty of her sisters, reminding her of her own radiance should she ever forget. She can then celebrate all the many aspects that make her a being worthy of praise, dancing to express the physical, speaking proudly to express her intellect, sharing her emotions, and leading the way with her spiritual guidance. Embracing her womanhood, she reveals the facets that allow her to shine with the beauty and strength of a diamond to illuminate her world.

Mary Oliver

Posted in Mary Oliver, Poetry, Words with tags , on August 11, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

One of my favorite poets

In Blackwater Woods

Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,

the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders

of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is

nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.

~ Mary Oliver ~

(American Primative)

Posted in thoughts, Words, Writings with tags , , on August 8, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

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I had a dream that I was lost in a library; it had spiral staircases and tiny ladders with goblins wearing spectacles, they were dusting the highest shelves. I sat in a big red velvet armchair reading every book that I could find about myths and tales, until the guard told me that it was closing time,

I am not a believer in hope but it sometimes comes in wisps and strays, I am going to begin a pebble jar, and maybe one day it will become full of mermaid tear pebbles.

I want to see Paris lit up at night time, sit with my sketchbook in the Mus

Visit Glastonbury with its pretty bookshops, and abbey and gardens, make my hair the colour of the palest moons, and my best friend and I will travel to London in September and dress as Viking girls for the band, and look around art universities. I want to take the bus to Portobello road and buy vintage black lace and antique books, we can hide our hearts for just one day, and tomorrow when the sun wakes up I will go for a walk with my camera on the lonely five a m roads.

Once Upon A Time

Posted in Uncategorized on August 6, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

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Once upon a time, there was a girl, who lived in the land of dreams unreal.

Once upon time her hopes had diedm no one left to hear her futile cry. No place left to hide.

Once upon a dream a man would come and give her everything she wants and loves.  But in the morning she’ll awake and bitterness will surround her.

Once upon a time Cinderella said to Snow White  “How did love get so off course.  All I wanted was  a white knight with a good heart, soft touch, fast horse.  Ride me off into the sunset.  Baby I’m forever yours.

Once Upon A Time……..

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Wild Thoughts

Posted in Quotes, Rambings, thoughts with tags , , on August 5, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

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To return to our senses is to renew our bond with wider life, to feel the soil beneath the pavement, to sense — even when indoors — the moon’s gaze upon the roof.
David Abram, The Spell of the Sensuous

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.
Diane Ackerman
, A Natural History of the Senses

When we deliberately leave the safety of the shores of our lives, we surrender to a mystery beyond our intent.
Ann Linnea, Deep Passage