I lay me down in the field of dreams…

Photo by Sonny Alfredo Galea

If Winter is here can spring be far behind?  Sonny Alfredo Galea

I lay me down in  the field of dreams,

releasing, surrendering my cares and schemes.

I go within to learn of joy and divine love

To bring the learning back in practice

As below so above. 

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There is a recipe for that

This was dedicated to my Birthday Friend  JYL

There is a recipe for that…

So you are feeling sad or lonely.

You do not have a new coat nor hat?

Well, let me tell you something…
There is a recipe for that.

Get down upon your Soul’s knees
Surrender to the Source.
Start by loving your neighbour
After yourself,  of course.
Your life will fill with laughter
Your heart will release the pain.
The Sunlight of the Spirit
Will flow through you again.

Winter night sky beckons…

The night sky seen through a telescope

The night sky seen through a telescope (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

night sky

 

As free as the clouds in the night sky

 


 

 

 

The winter night sky beckons me Home.

The wondrous  stars dance into my heart.

The moon peaks out from behind the cloud,

it caresses my being.

The night has a  mystical mystery

with a  magical wonderful start.

As far as the “I” can see

I am connected.

I am embraced.

I am surrendered to thee.

I return to thee in the dream state 

I learn more about love.

I learn more about my mission…

When the winter night sky beckons.

 

 

 

Winter’s lessons (a note of thanks to the Creator of All)

Thank you,

Beloved  Creator of All

for the lessons

of  Winter.

May their wisdom

permeate

my Being.

May the compassion

that comes

from the  understanding

of  Winters`

harsh deep  lessons

guide my Seeing.

May your

Beauty

shine through

in all I do.

May I become

A river-let of

Joy

On my Way

back to You.

Photo by Sonny Alfredo Galea

Rainbows making happy tracks in many snows

Today the storm has  been clearing.

Now the snow is endearing.

The shovels come out

while the children play

The rainbows forming

in the snow drifts way.

The snow forts are built.

The world is in a happy tilt.

Shouts of laughter

are delightful goodness knows

While rainbows are making

happy tracks in many snows. 

Snow Fort

Snow Fort (Photo credit: DeaPeaJay)

 

Hanging out, hanging in, and hanging on when I would rather be hanging ten…….

Surf

English: Mavericks Surf Contest 2010. Français...

English: Mavericks Surf Contest 2010. Français : Édition 2010 du concours de surf de Mavericks. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hanging out, hanging in, and hanging on  when I would rather be hanging ten…….

English: A California surfer. Santa Cruz and t...

English: A California surfer. Santa Cruz and the surrounding Northern California coastline is a popular surfing destination; however, the year-round low temperature of the ocean in that region (averaging 57ºF/14ºC) necessitates the use of wetsuits. Français : Un surfeur à Santa Cruz en Californie. La côte du nord californien est réputée pour ses spots de surf, mais la température de l’eau est toujours basse (14ºC) et nécessite le port d’une combinaison. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: 2010 Mavericks surfing competition. T...

English: 2010 Mavericks surfing competition. The image was taken from a boat. Here’s Shalom’s description of his experience: “The boat was very rocky. Many people got sea sick though. One guy (photog) never even got any pictures he was so sick.” Français : Compétition de surf de Mavericks édition 2010. Photo prise depuis un bateau. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hanging out, hanging in, and hanging on  when I would rather be hanging ten…….

However, winter is here.

No surfing for me.

Unless it is across the keyboard you see.

I love the cold snows of winter

I enjoy the beauty of the snow.

But if I had my wishes and dreams come true

I would rather be hanging ten 

Than  Hanging out, hanging in, and hanging on.

So I will count my many blessings

as I hang out in my cozy nook.

I am safe at last from the storms of life…

I will curl up with a blanket beside the  fire

The snow falls silently and deep……..

Cabin in the Snow

Cabin in the Snow (Photo credit: bsterling)

The snow falls

silently and deep.

The fire is banked,

the night will keep.

The owl is calling

from yonder tree.

Is it singing of its love

to the  Creator like me.?

The cabin floor creaks,

as I walk the floor.

Dawn is breaking.

I have to do more. 

The grain is chopped

and warming

in the water on the stove.

The cattle are restless

they are starting to move.

The night was long

in that Northern clime…

I farmed alone.

there was hardly time….

to miss my darling husband.

He was away working,

as farming hardly paid.

The winter deepened

Away he stayed.

In the enforced isolation

I learned a song or two.

The owl taught me

of the love of the Creator,

to not be blue. 

Many years have passed

since those cold snowy days.

I am warm and snug

in my fine city ways.

But, when the night is long,

and I do not sleep…

I remember.

The snow falls

silently and deep.

The fire is banked,

the night will keep.

The owl is calling

from yonder tree.

Is it singing of its love

to the  Creator like me?

English: A modern build of a squared log cabin...

English: A modern build of a squared log cabin. Logs were milled square for this build. It serves as guest quarters. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)