Will we flow along with the changes?

Pure faith and guileless motives inspire trust and love. Your connection to your faith, religious or not, is part of your life’s purpose. Notice how messages in your surroundings become clearer when you pay attention to this connection. Messages can be signs, like a spontaneous meeting with an animal or a dream you keep having, or just an intuitive feeling. The energy of transformation surrounds us all, will we flow along with it or resist it? It might manifest differently for different people, notice the additional meanings of these changes and which message clicks as your truth.

Misfit stars

Spasms of misfit stars

Rise above well placed

Constellations.

Feathered things sway

in the light.

Parts of planets

Live in me

Waiting for my love

To be fixed.

Healing Energy

Hopeful energy is supportive and promotes a feeling of happiness. Let worries from the past fade away and focus on the good qualities in others and openly share your gratitude with them. This is the perfect time to be grateful for all the gifts in your life. Gratitude generates the feeling of goodwill and love. Feel encouraged by the kindness of good people and celebrate the potential of prayers being answered. Know that appreciation will decrease your stress and change the way you look at the world.

Old burdens lifted

Make the decision to be free and the universe will respond in kind. Take full advantage of any opportunity to reduce mental stress and listen to your inner guidance about reducing your worries. Know that you deserve to be, and can be, free. Initiate new habits affirming your freedom and your situation will improve.

You don’t have to do it alone

Walking through the dark

basement with all those closed

doors is not something

you have to do on your own.

Yes, you are the one

who has to open the doors

and confront whatever

is lurking inside.

But it is perfectly okay

to have someone walking

next to you, holding your hand

and carrying the flashlight.

Walk through the pain

You have to walk

through

the pain.

You have to walk

and keep walking

through

the pain.

And if you keep

walking,

the pain

will give you

as much

as it takes,

if you walk

through

the pain.

Self-Love

The way your parents loved you is the way you learn to love yourself. A part of growing up is learning to take care of yourself like your parents took care of you when you were little. Unfortunately not everyone was cared for and loved they way they needed to, and this is often reflected in the way they later take care of and love themselves.

The Darling buds of May

May has been, to be honest, quite a challenging month. A mad world has gone madder, and what we all thought was just a turbulent phase in our history seems to really have turned into the dreaded “New Normal”, where fear, avoidance and suspicion dictate much of our daily behavior towards each other.

It has me worried. Worried about what this will mean for our individual mental health and our world view as well as the collective human psyche. I am worried about how this will reflect in our political decisions and international relations.

But no matter how worried I am, the world goes on, life goes on, following its natural course, and May is the month of blossoming of new life, brighter colors and warmer days (at least in the part of the world where I live).

It is a comfort to see the beauty in new buds and in the greening of leaves and birds returning happily from their winter vacation. It feels so normal. Not “New Normal”, just normal. And that is what I need now.

To see and to feel and to experience life the way I’m used to, the way I know and that makes me feel safe, secure and hopeful. And that is why I am dedicating this post to: “The Darling Buds of May”.

As an Empath

As an Empath I can merge

with any life form,

becoming life itself manifested

in flight, gills, earthlings and heart.

I lose my grip on my individuality and

float on your humming strings,

expand on your wings and dive

into your dark.

I even get lost in conflicting

tones unable to decipher your cadence

from my own.

That is why I need my art.

Art becomes: another you, another life,

my own heart, gills, wings.

I merge with the life form we call

the soul. My soul.

I drown in this depth only to re-emerge

on another surface having become myself

fully, wholly, holy, fulfillingly

myself.

Imprisoned Time

Imprisoned Time

is the stuff

of nightmares

it will grow

vulture’s wings

to stay wild.