Ju~Ju

Photo from an email forward today

Expect to have hope rekindled.
Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways.
The dry seasons in life do not last.
The spring rains will come again.
~ Sarah Ban Breathnach

Feeling so emotional and teary today.
My little sister's friend was killed in an accident.
17, a twin, four days before graduation.
A pregnant woman died in an accident on the road near our house the same day.
My boy has a severe toothache and hasn't slept well for a week.
Just all these things piling up, and squeezing out a well of tears.
I know this feeling will pass, and gradually it is...
but I just feel so emotional, sad, and just the teensiest bit lost.
And that's okay.

There is still immense caverns of beauty in this world:~
an intensely beautiful email from the amazing Zetty questioning her own cocoon
photos from Lisa Marie showing me her gorgeous university (in Wisconsin)
a yummy lunch with lush Lile, dearest Deb and sublime, pregnacious Sally.
Sally grabbed my hand, planting it on my tummy, as the little human bean growing in her kicked... amazing!

Love in a letterbox

Letter from LM

Beautiful poem today...

"Life is good.
Regardless of the vagaries of living,
life is worth living if only to have the opportunity
to smell the sweet lemon-vanilla scent of magnolia blossoms,
to see one paper-thin periwinkle butterfly flutter about,
to feel one cool breeze dance across your skin on a warm summer day,
to hear one chickadee call out for a mate, or
to taste the juicy sweet nectar of one ripe peach.
Joy - the possibility of joy - is abundant even in times of sorrow
if only we use our senses.
Love life back."
~ Claire Prideaux


Immensely touched today by mail.
Yes, mail.

A beautiful card (tree~free paper!) from the beautiful Lisa Marie
I cried when I read it.
I have to read it over and over again to comprehend it.
She tells me that the air is cleaner, the sun is warmer, since she met me.
How could it be that those words formed?
I am immensely grateful, dear, dear LM.
I am overwhelmed, speechless.
You are beautiful.
Still softly sobbing, laughing, dreaming, inside from it.
I can not enunciate the profound effect it has on me.



Parcels from Gaby

A parcel by the amazing, gorgeous, polka~dot~glorious, rainbow California Poppy/Gaby.
A parcel labelled "The Birthday Girl"
And inside ~ delight of delights was a number of
brown paper packages, tied up with purple string...
(these are a few of my favourite things! Come on people, let's burst into song here,
a la Sound of Music!)
Oh yes! The joy of brown paper packages!
Different sized packages, each holding a surprise!
Hurrah! Such joy!
I relished them.
Read the card first, drinking in the words, then
Opened them carefully, one by one.
Yum! A polka dot notebook, dolphin paper, a beetle stamp, whimsical hair pins!
Tee hee hee!
Made me feel oh so thirteen, oh so juicy, oh so loved!
Thank you dear, amazing, harlequin Gaby!
You are the shiniest sequin!

~~~

I am immensely blessed by these two everyday miracles.
Love in a letterbox.
Love from around the world, and back again.

~~~

Today, at work, we proclaimed it to be "Spunk Monkey Screensaver Day"
We googled for our choice spunk monkeys...
Lile had Viktor blahblah from LOTR,
Bridget had Brad Pitt and George Clooney,
Rob had Hugh Jackman.
I started with Colin Firth, then migrated to John Corbett, then Kevin Spacey
until I found this Bill Pullman pic...



I had this exact picture as a poster when I was 17.
I just loved everything about the photo ~
the natural*ness, the real*ness, the beauty of B&W.

And I found the guy who took the pic... PAXTON
Well call me blown away... the guy is amazing.
Check out his celeb portraits, his travel photography.
The colours are divine... the composition perfect.
Yes, yes and Yes!

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I would so dearly love to hear from all those reading this blog...
whether you are reading it for the first time, or are a repeat offender.
I promise to reply. :)

Blessings,
Leonie

goddesswomannew

Goddess for a new journey, painted this evening.

"Everything in the Universe is interconnected. Each thought, action and event in the universe is connected, and influences each other. Each thought and action causes reactions and repercussions.
Everything in the Universe is energy. We see differences because each object has a different wave length and density. We live in an ocean of energy."
~ The Daily Guru

They are right, you know.

Last night, I went for the first time, to a women's group with my dear friend Deb.
Yes, a women's group.
A group of women.
But more. Women open for juicy living, no matter what that may bring.
Women ready for sharing, and loving, and movements.
Fellow travellers of the journey.

I was ready for a new adventure, and the opportunity presented itself to me.
I took it.

I walked into the room, and felt at home.
The incense drew me instantly back to a time of innocence, wisdom, adventure
~ Me, 18, travelling alone in Malaysia,
The smell of the incense in the temples ~ chinese, indian, traditional malay.
The scent of magic, intoxicating and real.

The room was lit by candles, and a circle of women were arranged around it
On comfy sofas, wicker chairs, ground pillows.
Friendly, familiar faces.
Each beautiful in their own divine way.

And there was sharing, and laughing, and quietness.
Discussions, and connecting, and divinity, other worlds.
Talk of wolves, of tribes, of labyrinths.

I saw before me a page turning, a new chapter unfolding.
Mist clearing gently from my path, revealing a new stone.

A safe circle of women.
A flow of energy.

They gave dearest Deb a statue for her birthday
It was of a nude woman, long hair, head resting on upright knee, fingers languid.
Peaceful. Safe.
And one said: this is how we feel around you Deb.

I had to smile.
Yes. Yes it is.

Later, in a quieter moment, I leant up against Deb's chair
And she stroked my hair.
B l i s s.
I was the girl in the statue, sitting, head resting on upright knee,
Peaceful. Safe. Surrounded with love.

I so rarely have been in such a conscious group before.
This is *b i g*, you know?
Bigger than I've experienced before.

The thing that most touched me about the group was the movement of energy.
The holding of hands, the vibrations pulsating through me, the wonder of it all.
Connecting to ourselves, each other, and other circles out there ~ of women and men.
It touched me profoundly.

I drove home in a wonder*filled daze.

Later, as I was falling to sleep, I thought to myself quietly:

So how did you feel about THAT?
And I saw a vision - my body, with paint on it.
Deeper than paint, it was a part of my body.
And the paint?

Red, a deep vibracious red.
The red of my blood, of all that intertwines.
It etched the deep words:
Y E S.

It shouted from my belly and it called to the world
Howling like the wolves we spoke about,
Hungering to meet new tribes, and join old ones
Speaking to the wild, and to me
Y E S.

And then I wafted into sleep
shaped by the smell of lavendar on my pillow
Warmed by dreamtime tea
And in my sleep I dreamt
Of me as a wild woman self.
Y E S.