Thursday, October 10, 2013

Autumn Poem by John Keats, 1819




TO AUTUMN.
                                            1.
    SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
        Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
    Conspiring with him how to load and bless
        With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
    To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
        And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
            To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
    With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
        And still more, later flowers for the bees,
        Until they think warm days will never cease,
            For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
                                            2.
    Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
        Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
    Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
        Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
    Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
        Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
            Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
    And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
        Steady thy laden head across a brook;
        Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
            Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
                                            3.
    Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
        Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
    While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
        And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
    Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
        Among the river sallows, borne aloft
            Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
    And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
        Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
        The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
           And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Friday, October 4, 2013

Empowering the Feminine within: A woman who follows her own heart


SoulCollage(R) Card Shamanic Healer & Storyteller

“The things women are most yearning for---such as deeper connection, spiritual awakening, self-expression, creativity, right livelihood, creating an enlightened world for generations to come---all require a new level of Feminine Power to bring them forth.” Jean Houston

A woman who follows her own heart has learned to listen to her intuition.
A woman who follows her own heart listens to her body guidance.
A woman who follows her own heart shares deeply, listens deeply, is present with others.
A woman who follows her own heart feels her fear, acknowledges it, but is not held back by it.
A woman who follows her own heart is always expanding, growing, learning.

A woman who follows her own heart discovers her true desires and interests.
A woman who follows her own heart is impatient to get started.
A woman who follows her own heart believes in herself, and her creative powers.
A woman who follows her own heart is able to say no, and speak her truth.
A woman who follows her own heart knows the value of doing nothing, of rest and recuperation.

A woman who follows her own heart knows that to go down and in is preparation for coming out and up.
A woman who follows her own heart is a source of calm, a balm for others.
A woman who follows her own heart leans inward in times of trouble, but is not afraid to ask for help.
A woman who follows her own heart knows that angels and guides are watching over her.
A woman who follows her own heart knows her own value.

A woman who follows her own heart accepts herself as she is, flawed but fabulous.
A woman who follows her own heart lets her children be flawed and fabulous too.
A woman who follows her own heart stands her ground.
A woman who follows her own heart knows how to be grounded in root energy.
A woman who follows her own heart lets go to the flow of synchronicity.

A woman who follows her own heart trusts the Universe and knows she is loved.
A woman who follows her own heart has a constant companion and Friend within.
A woman who follows her own heart reaches out in compassion to those who suffer, she has been there too.
A woman who follows her own heart creates an atmosphere of love and caring around her.
A woman who follows her own heart remembers where her Joy is.
A woman who follows her own heart laughs from the belly.

A woman who follows her own heart loves her body and knows she is beautiful within and without.
A woman who follows her own heart forgives herself for her mistakes.
A woman who follows her own heart is in love with Beauty.
A woman who follows her own heart is in touch with her feminine power.
Any woman who follows her own heart can learn to be this woman.

Any woman who is aware of where she is and how she feels, and doesn’t try to pretend to be something different, can be this woman.

You are that woman with heart, unfolding, becoming, and realizing herself as the goal.

Heart is the Hearth and Home of you. Come home to your heart!


Namaste,
Musemother