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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.

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.

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.

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

call of the owl

Posted in thoughts with tags on March 28, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

as I drifted off to sleep I was awakened by an owl, one that must have been in the trees very close to the house. As I listened to its calls in the stillness of the cold night, there was a wonderful feeling that swept over me as if it was speaking to me. Even in the heaviness of my disturbed slumber I felt a beautiful energy with me.

Defense Mechanism

Posted in Deep Thoughts, Life, Rambings with tags , , on March 23, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

I’ve come across some people who have what I call the survivor instinct. People who, when things start looking bad, will throw everyone around them to the wolves to protect themselves. I’m not saying I could never do that. I’ve never been to the last pitch of desperation and it would be arrogant to predict how I’d behave when I was there. But I’ve certainly seen people respond to a threat with what seems to me a disproportionate selfishness. And I know that, in similar circumstances, I would have had continued to stay open, to value the needs of others as much as my own.

I’ve never had to develop this survivor instinct. And I like that about myself, but it’s also a vulnerability. Of course I have learnt to protect myself from people who are always selfish. But the people I’m vulnerable to are the survivors who seem perfectly compassionate and generous on the outside. For whom it’s only when the chips are down that this harsh streak suddenly takes over.

I’ve seen this in two people, both people who seemed extremely compassionate, caring and altruistic, on the surface. (I wonder to what extent this particularly active altruism is in some way a compensation for what lies below.) By a coincidence I’ve only just recognised, they both showed me this side in the space of a fortnight. Unsurprisingly, it was probably the most painful and difficult fortnight of my life – and even now, a year later, I find myself still learning lessons from dealing with the after-effects. I’ve never had to defend myself by attacking – so I was completely unprepared when these people I trusted and admired turned on me. I couldn’t understand why they suddenly behaved that way, and took it far too personally. It didn’t occur to me, at the time, that this was part of a defence mechanism, something driven by their feeling of being threatened rather than anything I’d done. I’m proud that I coped with that without hardening my own heart. I learnt to give myself a less damaging sort of protection – one that recognised just how little the way people relate to me can have to how I have behaved. One founded on knowing myself better. Quietly, but firmly – in a way that doesn’t need to impose that knowledge on others.

And now that I am aware of this survivor pattern, I think I’d find it far easier to recognise when people get into this mode – and protect myself straight away rather than having to come back and patch up the damage caused by taking these harsh words to heart. 

It seems to me that some people, during childhood, find themselves under such soul-destroying pressure that they have to protect themselves, at all costs. And once they’ve done this once, it becomes so much easier to do it again, even when the threat isn’t as great. Or maybe once you’ve been so deeply threatened, anything that threatens you even slightly feels just as dangerous as that childhood trauma – so you react the same way, even if the threat isn’t actually that great. I was lucky. I never needed to defend myself that way. And I hope I never will. But my heart is full of compassion for those who have.

A Part of My Heart

Posted in Deep Thoughts, Feelings, Life with tags , , on March 16, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

I realized I had not had any time alone in a great many days. I thought of the people that need me and in turn the ones I need, something that does not always go hand in hand. This is something I found out one June day but that is another post and another story. While I love my family and would do anything for them, clearly, my doubts and those little questions that keep popping up in my mind come from the knowledge that I know where I want to be, and that I probably will never be there. Such is life and the concessions we make. Perhaps I am wrong and perhaps this is all part of a journey that will lead me there, but I do not think so.

It may not be my purpose in this life to claim my hearts desire. It may be enough that I was shown what is there, a glimpse of what can be and occasional visits, if you will, from the shadows? On days like this I wonder how many lifetimes it may take me to find it again. The emotions of the heart are strong and I have seen how mine can travel, reminding me that those things I hold there, are not very far away after all.

The meaning of life is something most of us ponder from time to time. Perhaps it is just to live and take each day one by one, the good ones getting us through and reminding us why we are here. For now, I know why I am here, though I will always hear the whispers of another place, where a part of my heart calls my name.