My Spiritual Son with artistry by Colin Hall

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I knew him by Sight,
You had Guided him Home.
He stood for the Right…
Never more to roam.
He “fought the good fight”
It was now time to rest.
He came to have tea.
My Heart is so Blessed.
He has rested.
Been refreshed.
Goes to help others.
He has stood the great Test.

Mary Helen Ferris

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I put a rock in my pocket (a journey of grief and healing)

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Jasper rock gathering MaryHelen Ferris

Both of my parents loved the autumn.   They died within 60 days of each other.  I had not dealt with the grief.  I needed to go to the mountains.  I needed a rock in my pocket.   Here are the ramblings and tumblings of words in grief as I journeyed to find that rock.   Not knowing I would return to this place of grief and growth often, and especially in the autumn.

I watched the sky.
I wondered ‘why?’
I watched my pain
Formed into rain.
It renewed the earth as it fell.
The earth sprung up
Into the mountainous skies.
The beauty of the mountains acted  as shards to Soul.
I caressed the shards with my eyes; wanting them  to cut deep.

Cut away the dross.

Cut away the loss.
The peaks were covered with misty fog.
The peaks were covered in rain.
The peaks were breathing in glorious snow.
I was very jealous.
I needed to feel that connected.
I wanted to lie on the top mountain peak.
I wanted to caress the forest’s floor.
I wanted to know.
I wanted to be.
I wanted to be real.
I craved renewal and purpose.
I needed to be free of the pain of your passing.
I wanted to feel.
Stillness.
Freedom.
I longed for a mission.
I had to have the compulsion to go onward.
I did not feel anything like that at all.
Then the Sun came out.
It silhouetted the trees
Covered them in a raindrop-halo which glistened.
While they danced in the breeze beauty poured over me,
  Beauty bombarded Soul, beauty went through me.
I drove away whole.
Now in the rear-view mirror
I have my direction.
I will return to the mountains
I will walk through the valleys and peaks.
I will do the next ‘right thing’.
I will be a mountain or raindrop.
Depending on the day.
I will be in touch with my life.
I will learn to say “no
To the needs of another
When my own needs are intense.
I will return to these mountains
when I need to get in touch
With my departed parents
Whom I longed to hold so much.
I put a rock in my pocket.

photo by Sonny Alfredo Galea
Jasper National Park photo by Sonny Alfredo Galea

Talking to the wind

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UNIQUE PICTURE: Earth as seen from the outer Solar System (Photo credit: Icarus Kuwait)

A train of diamond kites up in the air

Take the time

to talk to the wind today

to listen to the voice within

and have some fun.

 

Chinese dragon kite more than one hundred feet...

Fly your kite

when the moon is bright

While you dance 

In the thunder and rain.

Be free to laugh

To love and learn

To share the lessons

Before you return

to once more 

to talk to

 the wind. 

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English: Multicolored nylon lattice delta kite Français : Cerf-volant triangulaire (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Purple paisley on the wall…

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For the days “I have seen and done it all”. 

Vases of lilacs from the back

The fragrant blooms,  I now,

in the dog days of winter dearly  lack.

Soft music and candle light

To make it through the vigil in the night.

These are a few of my favorite things

But, it is the Love from Source

that makes my heart sing. 

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Thank you Mother for the things you taught….thank you Mother for the things you forgot.

 

MotherSnapshot_20110812_18I have surrendered all that I am

To the great I Am.

That is the only way

I know

How to make it

through today.

Today, it is  the beginning of a journey

I never ever wanted to make.

A day without you.

A day without the family surrounding each other.

A day that alternately swoops over me.

A day that sustains me.

A windy cold day in the Southern part of Alberta.

A day to begin an adventure.

A day to rejoice.

A day to revitalize and remember

A loving Mother.

Who is “free at last”.

“My goodness gracious

Child, your actions drive me wild.”

I need not sit too long

being introspective.

Your love is always with me.

My spirit not quite resurrected.

How to face the face that faces the day.

Oh, yes, dear Mother….

I will remember to pray.

I will remember the lessons.

I will remember the joy.

I will honor your life by forgiving

all the times I did not start the day with thinking of you.

I will honor those you loved

by sending them a hug

by giving a smile

by making my day

without you here

A day that is truly worthwhile.

Thank you Mother

for the things you taught.

Thank you Mother

for the things you forgot.

Thanks my Mother

for teaching me living.

Thanks beloved Mother

for a reason for giving.

 

Now, I can wash my face and put on a smile of remembrances.

Thanksgiving 2007
Reflections of Mother

66,666 Total views on a totally snowed in day

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Popcorn snow pattern

Upon awakening,

 the screens of my window were covered with snow.  

I had not seen this pattern of the wind

and snow in all the time I have lived here. 

I wrote for a while.  

I came to my blog…..there were 66,666 total hits. 

I put the pattern on the window together

with the reblogs, contributors, guest authors to see

 that one word at a time…..or one snowflake at a time….

something beautiful is in my life.

I am sharing the moment with you in gratitude.

May you find the beautiful pattern in your life today.

Thank you for being in my life and helping me see the beautiful world I live in .

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More snow in the wind

Hey! greatpoetrymhf is on National Television CTV Lethbridge thank you all who voted

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Interview for Mary Helen Ferris starts at 4:37 runs to 5:38  CTV Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada 

with special thanks to Brendan Miller, cameraman, reporter, leprechaun 

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I established rank of 20th  internationally in the competition.

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