“Dr. Phil may be wise, but I’ll always go back to Dr. Suess for a 2nd opinion!” – Snowy Impressions
Judgement is alive and well in the world today. No matter what you practice, whether you are among a minority or majority, if the masses or powers that be were taught at a young age something is not right, they truly believe it is not.
It takes years to empty ones head of old school thinking/methods/brainwashing, when their heart and soul believes in something else. Who is to say what is right or wrong?
Living in small town Canada, this is right in my face, truth. Being raised Catholic, I lived in a catholic religion world. I was afraid of “God”, I was afraid of the priest, I was afraid of talking out loud within the 4 walls of the church. I was so afraid to sin! I was afraid to eat before church on Sunday because I was told, you praise “God” on an empty stomach. Did “God” like the sounds of rumbling stomachs, as His followers knelt before the priest in the church on Sunday morning? As a young girl, these are the thoughts that would float through my little brain, as I stood, knelt and sat at my pew beside my elders. I couldn’t see anything from my pew, being as short as I was, as I am, but I could hear the rumbling stomachs, as well as the off key congregation singing , The Old Wooden Cross and smell the bad morning breaths hovering over my head. Funny thing is, with regards to the wooden cross, just a couple years ago, when I posted in my social media, a picture of Jesus, resembling, Carey Price, my Habs goalie with the slogan, “God Bless Jesus Price”, one of my followers, a practising Catholic was so insulted that I did and he made comment to just how insulted he was, that another follower responded to him,
“Put down the cross, we need the wood!”
The practising Catholic was so angry and the gent on a spiritual journey wasn’t. Why?And that gent was a believer in The Creator, on his journey of recovery, so it made me begin thinking more of this whole religion thing. Where was it leading me? \how and what roll was it playing in my life, positive, negative or at all?
What or who could I relate to, as an adult, free to pick my leader. lol And where do I want to be lead to? This is where my native culture began to play a greater part in my life and a pagan world I had began following years prior but let the teachings fall to the wayside. So I picked up where I left off.
Oh what a judgemental world we live in and how real that is when you follow a path of Wicca beliefs, paganism and the church of nature. I still have a long way to go, but what a beautiful inner peace I have gained. I don’t question my being, like I did for so long. I am perfect, just the way I am and so are you!
Believe in what you want, I won’t judge you or force upon you my beliefs, I ask for the same in return. There is the biggest challenge for us all. 😉
He adds fuel to my 3 fires…
…my spiritual fire. He strengthens my faith, in the Creator, who brought us together, divine!
…the fires within my body. He fuels my passions. His touch, makes my soul quiver and shattered all previous heartaches.
..and the 3rd, the fires of thought. He opens the gates of wonder and ignites and feeds my enquiring mind.
..I was whole when I met him, my 3 fires smoldering.
He completes me, he fuels my 3 fires..
She never accepts apologies..
… apologies she never makes.
She will tear your heart out….
… when you break hers. Because you will.
Control, control, control!
Is what feeds her lonely ego.
She’s a man eater!!
..by Snowy *
It is said once you can think of an event, a heart breaking event and not shed tears, you have dealt with it and have closure. I don’t know if I ever will be able to think of an ojibway boy child, lost and abused in the halls of a residential school and not shed tears, especially since that boy child grew up to be, my father.
His spirit was left in those hallways and I don’t think he was ever able to retrieve it before he parted this earth in 2006.
As an adult now, I can understand how he lived his years trying to prove his worth and trying to prove it to himself was the greatest struggle of all.
I know he was not all he could of been, as a man, as a husband and father, yet I know he did his personal best and for that, I love him. But my heart will always ache for the boy inside the man.
Thinking of you Dad, always. ..rest in peace.
Forever she wakes at 4am. My busy body is set it seems to wake between 4 and 5 am. I have been for years now and just view it as part of who I am. It is my quiet time. It is the magic hours where I focus on, how to improve my victories over any specific set of deterring circumstances in my life and or improving the growth of my psychic self. Every hour on the moon and sun clock can be magical, are magical, where we can take the time, when it is bestowed upon us, to balance all matters of the mind, body and soul.
This past week, our 48 hour outing, enjoying the Harley ride with the wind in our faces, the rest stops and an over night hotel stay took us along southern Ontario shores. The views were plentiful and rest stops educational.
Like the row of trees with roots showing. Spooky and magical at the same time. The newly paved side roads..rolling black ribbons and of course the burnt nose..wind or sun? Who cares, nothing that coats of aloe vera couldn’t cool down.
Finding the beauty in each and every day, every moment takes time..it takes the time of maturity. And to enjoy that beauty with someone you love, another set of eyes and thoughts, makes it magical and the time of this ladies life, along side or in this case, behind my handsome biker.
My hearts riding in the wind, with his.