My Sister of Winds brings you love…

Snow Covered Road In Indian Battle Park; Viadu...
Snow Covered Road In Indian Battle Park; Viaduct In Background (Photo credit: Galt Museum & Archives on The Commons)  Lethbridge Alberta Canada
Snow in the Mountains
Snow in the Mountains (Photo credit: joinash)
The first snowfall of winter came early in the day. 
All the young ones in the family were traveling. 
HUsband was away. I watched the snow swirling in the wind.
It covered the roses still in bloom.
I asked the wind  “Where have you  been?”
My Sister  of the  Wind spoke.
I have been at the ocean, 
I brought the waves to shore.
I skipped over the mountains.
I wanted to see more.
I flew under the eagle’s wings.
I caressed the pine.
I made the clouds mine. 
I made the trees sing.
I danced higher
Higher still.
Always learning the Creator‘s will.
I came to greet you
in your mountain home.
I gathered some friends
We heard you singing a tone. 
We are going to be here for many hours.
Do you have candles
when our storm brewing turns off the power?
I brought my sisters, Hail and Ice
They might make things pretty in a day or thrice. 
The Wind I am .
The Wind I will always be.
I have lessons to share with thee.
Gather the blankets.
Tarp up the wood.
Prepare for the feasting.
Trim the lanterns to greet the travelers.
Stoke up the fire.
The cleansing in this storm
Will make clear the intentions and desires.
Winter comes early in your mountain home. 
I am staying for a few months now, no need to roam.
I will tell you of my travels.
I will bring you every leaf and flower.
I will teach you of the beauty of the freedom of the wind. 
I will instruct you how to bend in surrender to your Higher Power. 
I am your Sister of the Winds. 
I will tell you stories in my  voice late at night.
I have carried them for centuries.
{Do you know how to write?}
Will you tell your gentle dear hearts
about  the love in all of  creation,
every leaf, rock and stone?
Most of all,   tell them
of the love of the Creator.
Tell them they are not alone. 
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Lower photo taken after the blizzard in Lethbridge, Alberta Canada –  late Spring 2013.     Webcam   MaryHelen Ferris at Uncle Buffalo’s.  The snow,  freezing rain,  & Ice pelted the window. Froze in place.  Stayed that way for several hours. It was rare to get the wind from that direction.

Wandering here with the Beloved

The love of the Master Sri Harold Klemp

There is more beauty

Than one’s heart supposes

Wandering here with the Beloved

In the morning, with the dew on the roses.

The smell of the swathing and harvest of crops

Has the heart full of gratitude

It is so full it almost stops.

The animals are gathering while so full of mirth

The bountiful harvest of beloved Mother Earth.

The laughter of children

The stories of the elders as they sit shelling peas

Provide me with a melody

As I fill the cupboards and freezer with gifts….

Oh, the bountiful harvest gives one’s spirit a lift

As love wafts on the breeze.

My beloved is coming soon home from his visit

His long walk-about has taught him of the Creator’s great love

Of the love within himself, of the love from above.

Oh this bountiful harvest makes lift worth the living….

I have Joy enough to spread around…

It will be used for the forward giving.

There is more beauty

Than one’s heart supposes

Wandering here with the Beloved

In the morning, with the dew on the roses.