Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Jingle Jangle

     
     I have a confession to make. I like to jingle. Some times more than others. I have been wearing bracelets since I took my mother's 2 gold ones at the age of 16. She wore them often when I was in search of magic, so I borrowed hers forever. Now I wear up to 17 on any given hour, and rarely less than 5. Lots of numbers being thrown about I know, but that's another of my favorite subjects for a different day. In the Summer I decorate myself with anklets to enhance my*Jingle Jangle, Here I Am* Cadence. For the last sweltering months I added tiny silver bells to brighten up my song. I frequently find myself listening to the rhythmic notes of my own arrival. It's really quite calming. You would think from the sound of things I like to announce my presence in style, and this is true, but not the real reason behind my musical ways. Perhaps you believe I am trying to hypnotize you into some sort of hazy daze, to lure you to follow my every bidding. Maybe you think I want you to remember me with more than just your eyes and how I make you feel. To elicit a smile only because you first hear the tell tale dingle of my return. I bet you wonder if it's where I keep my super powers, to inspire and delight you long before I even open my mouth to speak. It would be marvelously wonderful if all of this were true, and not just the secondary results from something else quite serious. The reality is, gravity affects me differently on earth. And unless I wear my rings of steel, I may forget to be here in the now, and instead find myself drifting back up to the moon and stars from where I once began.
 In Holy Mindfulness.
Jingle Jangle Dingle
 I am.
~Raven

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

On a day most Wondrous and New, 
a Beautiful Boy was born into the arms of his Loving Mother. 
His night sky eyes gazed up at her, 
with a Transcendent Peace. 
Only one just arrived from the Spirit World 
could possibly know. 
Smiling down at him, her own softened with joy, 
she held him close,
 and felt his warm breath mix with hers. 
Surrounded by love, he spent his days playing in the sun. 
He learned the stars and the ways of the moon, 
to walk the land in honor. 
His ancestors from all directions, 
watched from beyond, they knew.
This Boy, this Beautiful Boy, 
could not shield himself 
from the woes of the world, 
and the pressing weight of his own shadows. 
This Boy, this Beautiful Boy, 
grew into a strong young man. 
For his friends and family, he showed kindness and courage. 
He shared love, laughter, and waved his fist in the air with bold defiance. 
This Man, this Beautiful Man, 
unable to rise from lasting sorrows. 
This Man, this Beautiful Man, 
could no longer carry the burden of grief. 
And so he chose to leave. 
Now this Mama, this Loving Heartbroken Mama, 
remembers his night sky eyes. 
She knows he is once again filled with a Transcendent Peace. 
Only one just returned to the Spirit World, 
could possibly know.

For Ben,
In Loving Remembrance
~Raven


On a day most Wondrous and New, 
a Beautiful Boy was born into the arms of his Loving Mother. 
His night sky eyes gazed up at her, 
with a Transcendent Peace. 
Only one just arrived from the Spirit World 
could possibly know. 
Smiling down at him, her own softened with joy, 
she held him close,
 and felt his warm breath mix with hers. 
Surrounded by love, he spent his days playing in the sun. 
He learned the stars and the ways of the moon, 
to walk the land in honor. 
His ancestors from all directions, 
watched from beyond, they knew.
This Boy, this Beautiful Boy, 
could not shield himself 
from the woes of the world, 
and the pressing weight of his own shadows. 
This Boy, this Beautiful Boy, 
grew into a strong young man. 
For his friends and family, he showed kindness and courage. 
He shared love, laughter, and waved his fist in the air with bold defiance. 
This Man, this Beautiful Man, 
unable to rise from pressing sorrows. 
This Man, this Beautiful Man, 
could no longer carry the burden of grief. 
And so he chose to leave. 
Now this Mama, this Loving Heartbroken Mama, 
remembers his night sky eyes. 
She knows he is once again filled with a Transcendent Peace. 
Only one just returned to the Spirit World, 
could possibly know.
For Ben, In Loving Remembrance
~Raven


Sunday, March 23, 2014

Shameless Pleasure

     
Some things in life are worth doing again and again. 
There is no shame in knowing pleasure. In fact I think it should be experienced every day. Not just in a, "Surprise, this is so unexpected," kind of way, but in a purposeful, "Seek to let it happen" way. You do this by making the conscious choice to feel good. It's healthy to release tension and smile in the face of bliss. I forget sometimes in the logistics of being a grownup to remain open to expressions of delight. What makes you happy, what makes you close your eyes with a sigh. I know my answer, it's been a lifelong study of mine.
I love to pamper myself, to feel my strength and flexibility, to snuggle in a sea of blankets, boneless in decadent leisure. I enjoy that delicious connection of velvet peace where only sensation lives. To follow the highway of sensual assault and overcome the tethers of my mind, is pure freedom. Pleasure and sexuality are intimate lovers, but there are other ways to arrive.
An Ayurvedic practice called, "Abhyanga," is the daily art of self massage with soothing oil. From the top of your head to the soles of your feet, you stroke yourself with deliberate healing intent. It has amazing health benefits, emotional and physical, besides detoxing your body, it boosts your immune system, and keeps your skin silky soft. I intend to make this a loving ritual in my life.
   Touching is only one way to experience relief from mental boundaries.Through sight, sound, taste and scent, we are limitless to the wonders of experience. Today I heard it in the call of a Blue Jay, in the warm companionship of my children, and in the exchange of laughter between friends. Pleasure entangles us with those we love, it can be felt alone, in a forest, and a room full of strangers. It can be found by placing one foot in front of the other or the soft caress of a breeze. We all have our threshold to happiness, of how we define comfort. Some prefer their fires to burn hotter than others. It's up to you to choose the amount of flame you desire. Pleasure awakens us from our trance of humanity, and transcends us for a timeless second, into the arms of the divine. Whether we deny or accept this gift, we are all born with the capacity to decide how awake we want to live. Even then, it's easy to slip into complacency. To embrace pleasure is a daily choice.
To give or receive,
Today, I say yes.
 ~Raven



Wednesday, December 18, 2013

A Full Moon Shines

I think, I feel, I know. All mapped out, I understand what needs to be done to stay on the side of reason. Clear and concise I am. A song plays, a full moon shines, a whisper of scent crosses my mind and suddenly I want to dance without boundaries, to press my heeled boots into the dashboard. To slip my clothes off in the middle of the road. No one around, I answer only to myself. The heat of my words spread across the universe. A torrent of emotions spill from my heart. From zero to ten and back again. I act on whatever inspires passion. To contain myself for the benefit of others, to quench my fire has become impossible. I am everything you never had. Despite inherent reserve. If I feel deeply, you will know. For better or worse, I refuse to hold council behind logical expression. Hear, see, touch. To know me is to feel me. To live my life in its full glory, I gratefully choose these hours of quiet exhaustion and joyful exhilaration. 
I can rest in between.
Life is Short, 
I won't hold back~
Raven  

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

If All I Had

If all I had were today, I would walk with my children in a pine covered forest. I would hold them in my arms, kiss their sweet faces and express my forever love. I would say how they make every minute worthwhile, just to be in their magical presence.
If all I had were today, I would smile on my closest friends, the new and the old I have known for so long. My dear companions who laugh with me in the sunshine, and dance in the splashing waves.
If all I had were today, I would hug my devoted family and share my happiness of being together. I would cherish their affection and love each shining star. Always a part of me, present in my heart.
If all I had were today, I would go to the river with you my beloved, to touch you one last time. In the flowing water I would kiss you sweetly, and speak of soulful love.
Until we meet again.
If all I had were today, I would forgive those who brought hard lessons, and wish them only peace. I would be grateful to angels who make my world better in a good and healthy way.
If all I had were today, I would kiss the soft forehead of my loving dog. I would rub his floppy ears and whisper praise for his endearing loyalty.
If all I had were today, I would bow before my God and be thankful for this wonderful adventure. For filling my world with Beauty and Blessing every step.
If all I had were today, I would climb the highest mountain and sing a song to the moon. I would allow myself one last tear, and with a joyful leap,
I would spread my wings and fly.
Forever &Today,
~Raven

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Power of Words

Words words words. It's how we share the essence of who we are. Words between people create intimacy, friendship, and healing. Even unspoken words, no matter how quiet are still being heard. To exchange thoughts and feelings is an amazing gift we take for granted. I know many who would walk to the ends of the earth to have a chance to talk to a loved one who is no longer here in our physical world. My motto to live without regrets pushes me to express the feelings of my heart.  
Because of time, space or distance, if unable to speak in person we can always write. Back in the day, writing was of great importance. Poems, stories, postcards to my grandparents, it was a normal part of life. In high school I spent much of my time writing friends instead of paying attention. As we walked in the halls we would pass notes complete with stick people drawings and secretly answer them in the next class. It was fun. I have a dusty bunch stashed under the recesses of my bed that still make me smile. Love letters, having a fight letter, break up, make up letters. I have done them all. As a form of healing people are advised to journal a pretend letter, but not actually give it to the person they are upset with. An almost impossible feat for myself. If I have something to say, it has to be out loud. Communication keeps me healthy. I know if I keep things locked in I will pay the physical consequences. This is one of the reasons I have a public blog. 
I find solace in being connected. 
I believe words have immense power. Look to the wizards, Merlin and Harry. They may carry a wand, but the magic needs to be directed somehow other than by a few dramatic waves. Without the words to guide the source there would be nothing but random chaos. 
The world of technology has made it easy to communicate from a distance. I love the ability to reach out to someone special by text and get an immediate response. Writing is my passion, but it has its ups and downs. When it's the only option, I am grateful. The written word can bring people together, but can also be used to keep us apart. I would much rather hear a voice or even better to commune in a soul-to-soul personal way. There is a certain magic when you are face to face that cannot be conveyed by any text or phone call. If you are one who believes words are meaningless then you are not the kind of person I like to spend time with. Trust is the foundation in each exchange. Everything in our world is a form of energy, whether your intent is to love, heal, create or destroy, it begins in your heart and goes forth from your lips. So be mindful when you are out there waving your magic wand. Either you are nothing but a light show...
or setting in motion the creation of something beautiful.
In Written Beauty,
~Raven