everyday threads in a magic fibre...

the city block next to mine. yesterday.

magic moments have a way of penetrating everyday life
some days they are so intertwined in the normality
that it's hard to pull them apart
seperate them
recognise them each as they are.

i see a book on the weekend at the heirophant bookstore
called "Moon Rites" by spiraldancer (hmmm... i wonder if she is a hippy ;)
and i quite loved it ~ was really interested in the topic after all i've been learning in the women's group...
so i saw this book, loved it,
but didn't buy it ~ thought it's just not yet the time.

today at lunch
in the stationery shop
a table of books on sale
i walk around it to get to the coloured pens
a book catches my eye.
my book.
THE book.
i think to myself: oh it couldn't be.
not here. such a hippy book wouldn't be in a stationery shop.
it is.
not only that... but it is $5. I hold only $5 in my hand, intended for coloured pens.
They don't have the coloured pens, but they have my book.
Such serendipity, such beautiful everyday magic.

on the bus this afternoon, on the way home,
my usual crew of bus friends aren't there.
I sit near the older gentleman whom I'd shared angel cards with a few days ago.
And I begin reading my new book, but I find myself thinking:
there are magical moments possible here.
Wordless, I reach in my bag, and I pass the gentleman, David, my angel cards.
I move to the seat next to him.
We talk about the angel cards, about happiness.
about abundance, about choices.
i let him read my book.
when he gets off the bus, we are both wearing big smiles.
i wish him a happy valentine's week.

all these little choices... all working as though threads of some magic fibre.

to all that shimmers, glimmers and smiles.

love,
leonie

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wildflower pillow

was so pleased today ~ getting this email from Lisa Marie,
the first official owner of a piece of Leonie life merchandise
I was so delighted to hear what she said ~
I got the wildflower pillow today!! it's great! your handwriting, oh it's wonderful!!! so fluffy!! i'm sleeping with it! i'm never leaving it behind. i'm bringing it to school like my binky. :)
hee hee hee ~ made me feel like proud mamma bear
with one of my little ones out in the world, giving huggles to Lisa Marie.

~

the content team girls had the equivalent of a primary school dance with the designer team boys today with a chit chat in their cubicle

they showed us this funky website... put your headphones on...

you will find it strangely hypnotic, strangely inspiring, and wondrously useless.

hurrah!

~

the travels of moleskin journals here.

secrets to tell you

a Lithuanian serpent goddess sculpture in the park, today.

"The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep."
~ Jalaluddin Rumi

beautiful nights and days.
a package from my dear friend shan yesterday.
a wonderful night with the women's circle last night.
i take with me a rock from shan.
it is a night filled with love and warmth and giggles and joyful sharings.
a night soaked with love
lessons learnt
lessons learning
i am honoured by the presence of these women in my life.
will share photos when i get them from one of the women :)

today, at lunch,
feeling fudgy,
me and lile took to the park
and the park took to us.


lile, me. tree hugging, today.

a park with a statue of a goddess serpent that we find as we are walking back
in the meantime
we lay in the grass
eat peanut butter and honey sandwiches
and
lettuce and cheese sandwiches
lile that we follow the advice of the goddess oracle card she picks:
to R E L E A S E
from a situation
so we have a small release ceremony there
lying in the grass,
face to the bright sky
i speak her through a ritual of release
picturing what it was that was holding her
spreading it with white light
seeing the blue cords of discontent
and cutting those cords

then i closed my eyes
and we just lay there in the grass
me soaking up the delight of already releasing
and gathering into my arms again those things that are sacred
letting go and letting love heal
lying there,
with the glorious sun
beat
beating down
the smell of grass

through closed eyes, i see a shadow of lile stand up from her meditating body
and walk away.
the crunch of footsteps as it walks into the trees.
it is a former self of her that she had bid goodbye too
without ill feeling
it recognised it was no longer needed
and it disappeared into the trees, to rejoin the leaves

we awake
the sun bright
big smiles on our faces
lile is lighter
i am lighter
we have both been moved.

to magical lunch hours in the grass,
i am grateful.



letting go and letting love heal.

love,
Leonie