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In the quiet of the evening

Walking in the gentle rain

I can feel the feelings

 of peace, joy and gratitude

Soaking into Soul from Spirit.

I can hear It

As it washes

Over me again

And yet again.

I am safe,

 loved and protected.

I walk with Thee on High.1491700_584150421683696_5337675819295997442_n

There are no questions.

No need to ask “Why?’

I do not doubt this moment.

I do not doubt my worth.

I want to surrender

To the rain, 

To the silence,

 Lay quietly on the damp cool earth.

The gentle rain refreshes me

Penetrates me with the Sound

As it cleanses Soul.

I can feel the Tsunami of Spirit

Renewing me. 

Making me whole.

And,  just in case my gratitude bank

Was not filled to overflowing

Mother’s umbrella of Love

Gives me a quiet knowing.

10155036_584137451684993_2580188910334672772_nI am safe in the arms of the Creator.

I am safe in my little home.

I can sit in this peaceful beauty.

I can visit you on the Inner.

I can enjoy the sunset that was not seen 

On this earth plane

 As it hid in the drops of the rain.

I can know that the rainbows will follow.

I can know the sun will rise again.

I can feel the joy of the rapture

Being embraced in the Creators arms

I can know that abiding quiet.

I can share that joy in this moment.

I can share that moment with you.

I can…..

“I can do all things through You who strengthens me.”

I can lift up my Voice

In song.

I can sit in the quiet remembrance

Of other times,

other feelings,

other places,

other faces.

1486844_584145735017498_5163021460214205959_nOr I can go deeper into this moment…

I can focus.

I can.

“Be here now.”

The Creator  spoke

As He hid me and embraced me

Under His all-encompassing cloak.

I am renewed,  refreshed, rejuvenated.

I want to:

Take you by the hand,

Show you this wonderful moment,

Help you to share in it too,

Watch as you come to understand, 

Give you a quiet smile in days to come,

Be a reflection of “Life’s evening Son”.

I want to share this quiet moment

I want to bless you with it too.

I would like to send it

For your use in days to come.10291855_583668951731843_709338919094813338_n

I will wrap it with a ribbon of gentle rain

Sprinkle some star-dust painted blue.

Do you feel it

embracing and renewing you?

Do you feel it making you whole?

Do you wish to have me remind you

Of this moment? 

Of this place?

Oh, yes my dear friend,

I will and I certainly can.


Mother Answers

Yes, my darling children

I know what you are going through

Mum and Pup broke my heart

when death’s door they walked to.

I lost my brothers and sisters.

I lost my friends and my babies too.

Know this my dear children

Heaven is where you make it

You do not have to wait till the other side.

Enjoy the laughter.

Enjoy the love.

Enjoy the tears.

Make your daily meditation

An act of dedication.

Let your love for me

Show in all you do.

That is the best way

For your kindness to show

That is the best way for me

To know that you listened

When I told you

Dedicate your love, life and laughter

To the Master

That is what I want you to do

That will be the best reflection

Of the love that has been given you.

I bathed in the Ocean

Filled with Love and Mercy.

I basked in the Master’s sweet Grace.

Your love and forgiveness

Have helped my healing

As I enjoy Spirit’s sweet embrace.

Your love is my Lighteness.

Your forgiveness my crown.

Your kind actions to others

My beautiful gown.

Go on with your mission.

Be your own best friend.

Do as I told you

“Dedicate your life and your

actions to the Master.

Do all in His name.

That is the best reflection

of the love that has been given you.

I will always love you.

The Master is always with you.

Listen, dear child, when you want to ask ‘Why’

It is because I told you so.”

I am not gone from your Heart

Dear Ones.

My love comes to you on the Breeze.

Remember, in your morning meditation

Do all you can to ease

The pain of the downcast

The sorrow of the homeless

The hunger of those still searching

The anger of the frightened ones

Still lost in the fog.

Be of service to the servers.

Be a friend to the friendless.

Embrace the unembraceable.

Forgive the un-forgiveable.

Love the actor…hate the action.

“Dedicate your life and your

actions to the Master.

Do all in His name.

That is the best reflection

of the love that has been given you.

I will always love you.

The Master is always with you.

Listen, dear child, when you want to ask ‘Why’

It is because I told you so.”

The movies

In the past fifteen years I have seen three movies:

Titanic, Horton hears a Who and Benjamin Button.

So I am at a loss to express my deep gratitude

 and spiritual awakening

After the viewing of Benjamin Button.

For me, it was excellantly crafted, cut from the cloth of the robe of God.

It moved me.

It shook me.

It helped me heal.

I faced my grief, my anger and my joy

to only have it cascading in on me,

as profound sadness and elation again in the next scene.

(I was to be a ballerina this lifetime….fate had other plans.

By the time I was 8 years old I weighed eighty pounds

and looked like a full back on the men’s football team.)

So a movie about the dance and the dance of life

Will challenge me to ever

 take its memory from me as

the best movie of my life.

I saw Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid thirteen times.

I only want a percentage of the royalties

I will generate by enrolling

all my friends into the viewing

and partaking of this moveable visual feast.

Oh my goodness, I feel drained and inspired all in one breathe.

The “emotional roll in the hay of my life experiences” expressed in this movie

Has left me quite for a loss of expression, except perhaps:

For me, it was excellantly crafted, cut from the cloth of the robe of God.

I will honour Thee


Photo by Sonny Galea   Wild Wilderness Photography      Jasper National Park

I will honour Thee

with a smile to my beloved family

across the breakfast table.

I will honour Thee

with kind words across the street.

I will honour Thee

by acknowledging where I walk

is sacred ground.

I will honour Thee

by doing, being, seeing and knowing

all of your Love

Is with me,

within me and all around.

I will honour Thee

by being part of the Light and Sound.

I will honour Thee

by being of  service,

love and laughter through each moment.

I will honour Thee

by being that

which you have created me to be.

Hey Dad, Is heaven your Home?


Photo – Sonny Galea- Wild Wilderness Photography      Jasper National Park

Your birthday is coming.

I won’t be making our birthday call.
We would always sing  together

“If heaven’s not my Home,
Then Lord, what will I do”
Now your birthday is coming
You have crossed the Great Divide.
I can almost hear you singing with
The Angels by your side.
Give Bonnie a kiss
Share with Mother a hug
Go run with Skitter
The dog who would bug
You and nuzzle you when you were so young
I am listening to your words dear Father
There are more words to be sung.
I have learned to make the earth plane my heaven
I am dancing and singing, still don’t go to bed at eleven.
I am living the life you always wanted for me.
I am sober, happy, joyous and free.
So my dear Father, I just want you to know
You have taught me that I can make heaven
Wherever I go.
Are you happy?
Do you have lobster?
Is there any Earl Grey tea?
While I am sitting here writing this
Are you giggling with glee.
I know that we had a very special connection.
Hey Dad, is heaven your home is not interjection

Christmas everyday.

Christmas  felt  like a play rehearsal.

The stars,  my parents, were missing.

You  had  already gone to  Broadway.

Act One, had already been performed .

Your  work here was done.

Because of your love and your life

It is,  for me,  Christmas everyday.

Some moments,  do not feel like presents.

Some moments,  I feel stuffed and overfed with grief.

Some hours pass,  now,  when I refuse to believe you are gone.

Some moments,  I feel your presence.


Those  are the moments when you nestle in my heart.

 The  goodness of your intentions,

Your  laughter and your inventions

take hold,  giving  me a new start.

Then,  it becomes  Christmas everyday.


I send you love on your Journey.

I embrace your memories.

I embrace your memories.

That makes everyday Christmas.



Saturdays I miss Mom the most


Photo courtesy Thomas Quantz    Thanksgiving 2007      Calgary     My last visit with Mother on Earth

I could see forever in your eyes Mother.

You sense of humour was amazing.

It probably still is.

Saturdays I miss you the most.

I will feel your love on the breeze.

Often when I go for long walks

I remember the forest

Our special talks.

On Saturday evenings we would spend time on the phone.

Your laughter filled my heart.

I was never alone because you were near.

I am now not alone because it is clear

All that your taught me

I am finding it is true.

I just reach for the Master’s hand

When I am feeling blue.

The cook made wonderful cinnamon rolls.

The smell of them took me home to you.

I remember, once in particular,  on the ranch

You had a large pot of beans in the oven

Some cinnamon buns spoke of your loving.

It is seven months ago you went to the Master.

I am not finding my days…especially

Saturdays go very much faster.

The grieving is natural.

I need to practice your presence more.

I think I will come visit you in the dreamscape.

You on that far distant shore.

Last month when your anniversay day came around

I was lost.

I went to sleep early.

I had a large new mirror by my bed.

I looked and I saw your reflection instead.

What an honour.

How wonderful it would be

When I truly find the gracious qualities of Mother in me.

On Saturdays or any day

I want to honour your love with my life.


Mystical magical moss on Monday

English: Harwood Forest. Steng Moss. This was ...
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English: Forest in mist
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Dense moss colonies in a cool coastal forest
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What a wonderful challenge I have choosen today.
It is Monday.
It is raining.
Some of the choices I have are:
(1) go back to bed for the day and read and sleep and dream.
(2) go have a shower, get dressed and work on the house plants.
(3) get dressed in some grubbies and go feed the birds taking an extra long time and just be with them.
(4) phone everyone I know and visit all morning.
(5) get coffeed up and clean and sew in preparation for fall and winter clothing changes.
(6) just sit and dream

Think I will sit and dream for a while
Letting the muses surround me and direct my day.
Music filters through the rain drops as the birds sing their song.
The mystical magic mist of Monday permates my being and I
am enjoying a lazy moment.
A being moment.
A mindful moment.
A moment in time.
It was not always so.
I was young.
I was in a hurry.
I was rushing after the almighty dollar.
I wanted to be connected.
I wanted to be more.
I never took the time to know myself.
I never enjoyed the mystical magic mist of Monday.
Now I can.
I will go check on the moss I brought back from the mountain.
It lovingly caresses everything in the woods.
I want to stay in the mountains and lay on the moss
Until it is time to come home to you.
I reach across time and space.
I caress the moss as it cools my face.
I am one with the moss.
The mountain.
The mist.
I am home.
The mystical magic mist of Monday permates my being and I
am enjoying a lazy moment.
A being moment.
A mindful moment.
A moment in time.