Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Remember Who You Really Are?

(I wrote this to share at a gathering in 2006 yet each Solstice when I read it I realize I wrote it for me as I remember more and more of who I came here to be.  I don't know about you but I easily and episodically press snooze and fall back to sleep.  Fortunately it is never to late to awaken and remember. I share this again during this Solstice time of 2014 in hopes that if it is suppose to it will speak to You in this the time of the Great Remembering. - Sincerely, Dawn)

Sound Cloud audio link: Remember  

From Nashville's Adventure Science Center -2013

Remember who you really are?
You're a child of the Universe.
You, you're a star.

You are the tree rooted
  yet stretching so tall
You're a divine flower
  opening to all.

Filled with whimsy, play and delight.
We, we are God seeds.
We are the light.

We're here with a purpose, a plan so divine
Small mind cannot hold it.
See with new eyes.

All that has happened
  was meant to be.
All that has happened,
  now sets us free.

The heartache, the lessons
  help us unfold
The greater story we're living.
It's time to be told.

So look over the years
  in the patterns you'll find.
Clues to your being.
Keys to your life.

We are here open hearts
  in this time so ripe.
Filled with potential in this Solstice Time.
-Dawn, The Good News Muse,  17 Decembeer 2014
written 12/2006

Are your heart and mind open to remembering who you really are if you're actually more than who you think you are?  

Do you allow heartache, disappointment or old story lines to define (and limit) who you are and how you think of your life?  

Be curious as to patterns that weave themselves from childhood to your adult life. My favorite place as a child in school was sitting in the floor in one corner of our small library and getting lost in the poetry books with beautiful drawings of flowers and plants.  Then around fifth grade, I was mesmerized with "Creepy Crawlers."  I could make snakes, lizards and bugs all day with the goop and molds in my creepy crawler kit.  It's only been in the last few years that I've realized it makes perfect sense that I would find bugs mesmerizing and beautiful. I can't imagine killing one as to me they're exquisite creatures with as much right to being on earth as I have.  The roots of my being in Love with Nature, writing poetry, and valuing bugs and Natures Beings lies in my childhood

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Some Days

Some days I want to lose myself in a bed of brown. 
I want to feel this body and these bones melt into Earth's arms. 
Enveloped like long lost lovers, we breathe as one. 
Our heart beats drum beats bringing rhythmic comfort and calm. 

-Dawn, The Good News Muse 13 Dec. 2014