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Magpies laughter…then and now

English: Two Australian Magpies (Cracticus tib...

English: Two Australian Magpies (Cracticus tibicen) in Victoria Park, Sydney, in New South Wales, Australia. On the left is a juvenile (note the dark eyes) calling for food. The mother on the left has just obtained a piece of apple and is about to pass it over. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The magpies have gathered

In yonder tree 

In their laughter

I am becoming more free.

*if you have never heard magpies laugh

then read the story below.

Years ago,  we lived on a “Stump-ranch“.  Some years,  that is all we had for crops  was stumps.  Cutting down trees to build a home for the newly weds made more stumps.

 The garden was to be  placed where the corral used to be.  #MRHUSBAND said, ” There is no way in all of creation  you are going to get those posts out to make a garden.” (Those were not his exact words but this is a family friendly blog) .

#mrswife invited the neighbours to help. He did not know how much the teenagers in the Valley needed to cut loose. (He did not know how much the teenager in me wanted to cut loose).  I had been a teen-ager more recently than he had.   The children of the Valley were all hired  to  all to come and help me get the posts out of the former corral ground area.  And,  I really do mean all.  I had come to the Valley the year before as a hired homemaker for a family with four children and the recently widowed father. Driving the four children to their various events, I got to know all the kids at the school. 

 The day of the corral party, I had many helpers.  Some workers. Some partiers. Some parents.  There were “wee ones” helping me chase the chickens, turkeys, cows and pigs away from the old corral ground.   We had “teen ones ” roping the posts like a steer.  Then,  they would pull the posts out of the ground with horse, truck and ATV. Some of the posts had to be wrapped with a chain to get the tractor to pull them out. 

When the old posts were all out of the ground, they were placed  upright together like a  bonfire. The neighbour women (who had come with their truck loads of children and to help feed the crowd of helpers) were the ones who  started the fire as the men were all away working the hay fields. 

We sang.  We danced,  We played games and we drank a lot of water.  We threw buckets of water on each other

We had portable B B Q for the home-made sausages, vegan wieners, hot dogs, steaks and chops.   We had long sticks for the marshmallows when the fire burned down low enough to be safe.  We had the horse trough full of ice and soda.  We had food enough to feed an army.  The women had brought preserves and pickles.  There was a ton of watermelon and ice-cream sandwiches in their portable coolers. 

 In the evening,  the men came in from the hay fields  and we ate again.  We had some huge potato salads, more steak and their favorite cold drinks…and fresh bread cooked on long sticks in the fire.  The teenagers were chopping down trees and kicking up their heels.  The wee ones had napped and come alive again. The party lasted till sundown as there was hay-making again tomorrow.

It was a great corral party and #mrswife  had her space for a garden.

The next day, alone again on the stump ranch…I prepared the garden for planting.  It was then, the magpies came and *laughed in the trees.

Today, almost 40 years later, three magpies came and sat in the pine tree in the yard outside the house in the city.  They were laughing in joy that the flood waters had receded and that my family and I were safe.(#yyc, #yychelps, #yycflood2013)

Thank you for reading the rambling behind the poem.

A radiant dream of your love

Beauty

Beauty photo MaryHelen Ferris   Jasper 2008

I reclined.

I was  filling

myself with

Thy

loving grace.

I drifted.

I was living

in my happy place.

I dreamed you.

I was overjoyed

to see your face.

I reclined

Further into

light and sound’s own space.

I awakened.

Radiant.

Filled with the love

of knowing you.

Listening to the Master's Voice

Listening to the Master’s Voice  Photo MaryHelen Ferris

Courage

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2QZM7azGoA

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Harold Klemp The reason for spiritual enlightenment…..

A Seed for Contemplation

The reason for spiritual enlightenment is not to escape life, but to learn how to live it richly, to enjoy it.

—Harold Klemp
The Language of Soul

Another quote

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Gather up the gatherers…..

Wrinkled Meat, medicine man from Cass Lake

Image via Wikipedia

Standing Bull - Medicine Man - Crow

Standing Bull - Medicine Man - Crow (Photo credit: Thomas Fisher Rare Book Library)

Florentine wood gatherers
Image via Wikipedia

The medicine people are speaking out.

Gather up the gatherers.

We are going to need them.

There is no doubt.

The tears are flowing.

The joy is in knowing.

We support one another  

in their field of dreams.

We work hand in hand

with loving kindness.

We use tools of respect,

mindfulness and grace.

Remembering when we

were in their place.

The medicine people

are speaking out

Gather up the  gatherers

We are going to need them

There is no doubt.

Call for the listeners.

Call for the seers.

Call for the dancers.

Call for the drummers.

Call for the singers.

The medicine people are speaking out

Gather up the  gatherers

We are going to need them

There is no doubt.

They will

bring in the people.

They will wild craft

the medicine.

They will sing

the healing songs.

They will thank

Mother Earth

with their dance. 

The medicine people are speaking out

Gather up the  gatherers

We are going to need them

There is no doubt.

You are wonderful…for my Joesphine

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Greetings, sweet Soul, my dear heart, my life, my friend. You are always here at my journey’s end.

I see music when you smile.

I hear waterfalls cascading in the mountains in your laughter.

I bask in the Sunlight of the Spirit when your thoughts touch Soul.

I linger in the dream with your kiss on my pillow.

I put love in the meal as your words touch my hands.

Your sense of humour warms a chilly winter wind.

Your wisdom fascinates me.

Your memory lingers as the scent

of beautiful roses wafts upon the wind of lifetimes.

I remember you.

10409727_605092399589498_1652420678394876979_nYou are my sense of joy in the midst of grief.

You are my reflection of strength when I cannot speak.

You are the gentle hand that reaches across my shoulder when I sleep.

You are the kiss on the back of my neck when I am too weary to stand.

Your voice is the melody that comforts me across the ages.

You are the words of love filling lonely empty pages.

You are the dance that moves my feet.

You are the painting of love I see but have yet to capture.

Yours is the love in the moment of rapture.

You are the song my heart sings.

You are enchanting.

You are wonderful.

You are you.10004076_605604572871614_5492754034215029864_n

You are the part of me I know so well.

You are the joy and laughter, no words can tell.

Nothing more need be said. 

I am going to dream you back to me.

I am going to bring you out of my  head. 

I am inviting you home.