Memory Lane

In my ghost of memories, I heard many shouts of this is absolute rubbish and twaddle. I’ve seen the upturned eyes, and the shaking of heads as I turned away from their opinion. I’ve been called by many names Unhinged, Gullible, Naïve and stupid. Watched in sadness as scorn flitted across those face’s I trusted, once sharing my beliefs, views and faith with them. Trusted a child hood dream, believing in magic, in faerie tales , fables, angels and miracles. To this day i have done my fair share of kissing frogs. Dined with three sisters of jealousy, hate and lies. I’ve danced with many trolls of all shapes and sizes and slept deeply with the ghost of memories. Some sneered at me when I stated my belief, that those of us who stamp their feet, grind their teeth with anger and frustration have lost their faith in every day blessings. i asked why they were no longer amazed at the sweet smell of a new born babe, the fragile fuzzy body of a new born chick, or the honor to hold an aged blue veined hand, as they pass on their stories of what was once upon a time.

In my memories of that life, I dined with the three angels, one of faith, one of love and one of gratitude. I have talked the wee hours away till a sun kissed morning dawned, my companions four magical beings named Gratitude, healing, dignity and love. I have seen miracles occur and been part of healing circles, where the touch of a loving intention can bring light and laughter to another. I have participated in prayers of faith, hope and charity that were sealed into pots then placed into the earth, prayers of peace, kindness and understanding for we the people, who call this planet, home.

I stood in awe as a golden sunrise kissed the earth, to greet a dew laden forest each drop of dew magnifying the golden orb in a kaleidoscope of colors. Witnessed the hush of the earth as the moon climbs the sky shedding its silver light as beacon to lovers. In my memories the peace of two hearts beating as you suckle your own child. I have experienced the rawness of a mothers love, grieved for the loss of my own parents love, met my soul mate, and fare welled most of my beloved friends, family and our pets when they departed this mortal coil. I have been part of beautiful friendships that added magic to my day, every day. . I truly believe nestled inside every ones beating heart lies the magic, the inspiration and creativity to make our dreams come true.

I have heard many shouts of this is absolute rubbish and twaddle. I’ve seen the upturned eyes, and the shaking of heads as I turn away from their opinion. I’ve been called by many names Unhinged, Gullible, Naïve and stupid. Watched in sadness as scorn flits across those face’s I have trusted, sharing my beliefs, views and faith with them.

You see I still believe in magic, faerie tales , fables, angels and miracles. In have also done my fair share of kissing frogs. Dined with three sisters of jealousy, hate and lies. I’ve danced with many trolls of all shapes and sizes and slept deeply with the ghost of memories. Some sneered at me when I stated my belief, that those of us who stamp their feet, grind their teeth with anger and frustration have lost their faith in every day blessings. They are no longer amazed at the sweet smell of a new born babe, the fragile fuzzy body of a new born chick, or the honour to hold an aged blue veined hand, as they pass on their stories of what was once upon a time.

In my memories of that life, I dined with the three angels, one of faith, one of love and one of gratitude. I have talked the wee hours away till a sun kissed morning dawned, my companions four magical beings named Gratitude, healing, dignity and love. I have seen miracles occur and been part of healing circles, where the touch of a loving intention can bring light and laughter to another. I have participated in prayers of faith, hope and charity that were sealed into pots then placed into the earth, prayers of peace and understanding for we the people, who call this planet, home.

I have experienced the rawness of a mothers love, grieved for the loss of my own parents love, met my soul mate, and farewelled my beloved friends, family and our pets when they departed their own mortal coil. I am part of beautiful friendships that added magic to my day, every day. we all posse. I truly believe nestled inside every ones beating heart lies the magic, the inspiration and creativity to make our dreams come true.

I have heard many shouts of this is absolute rubbish and twaddle. I’ve seen the upturned eyes, and the shaking of heads as I turn away from their opinion. I’ve been called by many names Unhinged, Gullible, Naïve and stupid. Watched in sadness as scorn flits across those face’s I have trusted, sharing my beliefs, views and faith with them.

You see I still believe in magic, faerie tales , fables, angels and miracles. In have also done my fair share of kissing frogs. Dined with three sisters of jealousy, hate and lies. I’ve danced with many trolls of all shapes and sizes and slept deeply with the ghost of memories. Some sneered at me when I stated my belief, that those of us who stamp their feet, grind their teeth with anger and frustration have lost their faith in every day blessings. They are no longer amazed at the sweet smell of a new born babe, the fragile fuzzy body of a new born chick, or the honour to hold an aged blue veined hand, as they pass on their stories of what was once upon a time.

In my memories of that life, I dined with the three angels, one of faith, one of love and one of gratitude. I have talked the wee hours away till a sun kissed morning dawned, my companions four magical beings named Gratitude, healing, dignity and love. I have seen miracles occur and been part of healing circles, where the touch of a loving intention can bring light and laughter to another. I have participated in prayers of faith, hope and charity that were sealed into pots then placed into the earth, prayers of peace and understanding for we the people, who call this planet, home.

I have experienced the rawness of a mothers love, grieved for the loss of my own parents love, met my soul mate, and farewelled my beloved friends, family and our pets when they departed their own mortal coil. I am part of beautiful friendships that added magic to my day, every day. we all posse. I truly believe nestled inside every ones beating heart lies the magic, the inspiration and creativity to make our dreams come true.