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Vibrating Voices …

The thoughts we think and the words we speak ... in our hands! ~More about young Carter's affirmations below.

The thoughts we think and the words we speak … in our hands!

Namaste vibrant, vibrating voices of past & present ~ vocal stewards of life, Love & light, home, heart & happiness!

As told last week, I continue sorting through ancestral voices of the past, integrating present awareness’ and listening, ever listening to the whisperings that call me forward. In the ongoing clean up and clean out of the old home & store, I elbow greased this magnificent piece of the past into the gift of our present:

Ah, the power of lemon oil brings back the old shine! Gorgeous old wood ~ and stories ~ resurrected!

Ah, the power of lemon oil brings back the old shine! Gorgeous old wood ~ and stories ~ resurrected!

Among the other treasures lately found, are old words … long since printed and now re-read with fresh interest and fascination. My dad’s Uncle Al who had the store with all it’s offerings of his talents, had become a Christian Scientist after reading & following the teachings of Mary Baker Eddy & being restored to health. His hand written, 2 page testimonial is now in my hands:

On page 2 he writes, "I also realized that when I broke the commands, I was cheating, lieing, and stealing from myself."

He writes of many ailments & impending death of 53 years past. Saved &  restored by “god good”, he further writes, “I also realized that when I broke the commands, I was cheating, lieing, and stealing from myself.”

I am also now holding a series of home newspapers published weekly by my then 12 year old dad Harry, his 9 year old brother Bob and their 20 year old cousin Grace ~ a would be writer and teacher and no doubt the ring leader of the production. Called the GHB Voice, it was hand written on brown wrapping paper from the store and covered local & family news, a variety of features including fictional stories and cartoons by none other than my dad ~ really?! What a surprising wonderment in the legacy of our  family literacy!

So as you can see, I have been caught up in lots of reverent family reverie ~ and LOTS of dirt, dust & mess you can’t see! So, where does this leave me with this week’s Creative Spirit Families & our thematic Leaping Literacy Library?! Well …………… More words!CSFAffirmation
Our April PlayShop was Sunday and as promised, our young Carter brought his box of daily affirmations to share: ApPlayShop1Carter had been inspired by our affirmations to make his own. ApPlayShop2 His younger brother Michael helped! They didn’t have any mini rubber bands so they creatively used bread holders to clasp them. My affirmation clearly told me: CMAffirmation OH YES!
We also listened for the song of our heart as we made & played musical instruments like drums. ApPlayShop4 ApPlayShop3 The live, intergenerational creativity and heart sharing of our PlayShops continues to inspire my slowly emerging vision of the Leaping Literacy Library integration of traditional and spiritual voices of body, mind, Spirit. This is National Library Week so I was going to unveil some new navigation of our Online Library but I instead gave my elbow grease to the old dining table … and! I am realigning and divining some action steps for our Leaping Library this week ~ voices for emerging literacy with intergenerational integration lives on! Visit our Free Shelf for Leaping Literacy expressions of intergenerational celebrations:Freebies

Our May PlayShop is coming on 5/8 and we are reserving sacred space now for our frolicking summer Family Camp!

And! I also heartily and heartfully invite you to take a daily Play & Pray moment with us at New Thought Families. Our Calendar for April has us … Thanks Living Every Day ~ Grateful & Grace Filled In Every Way! Grace Filled Gratitude! … You’ll find our Calendar here!
In words, voices, and Love in action expressions to come, I am working on a long overdue calendar anew for May with fresh family voices … I pray that all involved align with these choices! Yet in this mindful moment, there is just the gentle voice of yes, the pace of grace and deep breath gratitude … for beauty, for literacy, for voices ~ past, present and future, and for you. Thank you for YOU! Namaste voice of Love, Namaste!

Namaste divine order beings of breath & perfection! Post Easter greetings of blessings & resurrection!IMG_2871

After posting last week from some of the darkness & questioned sanity I was experiencing in my inner Gethsemane, death, grieving and a robbery all hit at once. I didn’t immediately affirm divine order but pretty soon into it as grace so definitely enveloped me. Now a week later, the pain of it seems so distant yet still real. And yes, compared to Jesus on the cross, my week was a cake walk yet we all have our crosses to bear don’t we?! In my grace filled world, the death was of the 5th & final calf of the season at my dad’s ranch. I learned even more about cows. They grieve really deeply. And me being the empath I am, I would feel their grief and start crying every time I drove in ~ I especially felt the sadness of that poor mama all full of milk and missing for her calf that our neighbor took away for the buzzards. She kept returning to the birth spot:

She stands where the calf was born and died. Waiting. Sometimes sniffing the ground where the scent still was. And sometimes loudly wailing.

She stands where the calf was born and died. Waiting. Sometimes sniffing the ground where the scent still was. And sometimes loudly wailing.

The seasoned neighbors and ranchers took it all in stride while I was in full blown oneness & compassion. I would send mama and the others lots of Love and peace for their loss. And I would knowingly watch mama eating grass with a fervor that surpassed the average spring grass feeding zeal ~ I didn’t consider that cows could be emotional eaters?! She seems to have calmed down now though her heart and bag are still heavy.

So full of mother's milk and longing!

So full of mother’s milk and longing! All of nature knows we must process grief ~ dance with our SoulPlay Grief Guide Michelle Peticolas this week on the Free Shelf  (below)

Meanwhile, as full as my dad’s ranch is of ancestral remnants, the store in town was packed to the brim. And the store was the place that was robbed and ransacked. The details of all of this are vast and actually pretty fascinating. I may have to write a book featuring these relations! But for our purposes here and now, I will summarize a few of the juicy tidbits. My dad’s uncle had run the store and all it’s many functions ~ Al was a master alchemist and known far and wide for his saddle oils and taxidermy among other things. An array of the stuffed animals ~ deer, owls, etc. are there in the store along with a huge amount of ‘stuff’. Antoinette was Al’s wife; reportedly a good cook, fine seamstress and an overbearing, overprotective mother who sheltered their daughter Grace from becoming what she wanted in the world. Grace wanted to be a teacher but her mother wouldn’t allow it. Grace played saxophone and after 2 concerts with the community band, her mother made her quit. Grace did have pen pals world wide and kept every piece of correspondence. The whole family was Christian Scientist, didn’t ‘do’ doctors, and Al lived to be 86. So, daughter Grace lived in the place above the store her whole life and after her parents Al & Antoinette died, she remained there. All of her childhood things remained there. With failing sanity, the place became messier and messier. Grace died in 1989 and my dad, as executor of the estate, has been paying taxes and utilities on this property all these years, waiting for the lawyers to figure out probates as each died without a will. My dad thought the probates should be in place before cleaning up the place and dispensing of any treasures there. So when the thieves went in, they unceremoniously opened every drawer, dumped, stashed, trashed as they went. Hard to say what they took except for some big items like an ornate silver and gold cash register from the store ~ the other register they smashed up trying to get at any ‘loot’. They had gained entry through broken glass in the front and just took things out the back. I went in to find a trail of ‘goodies’ like old hats dropped on the stairs on the way out. The local police took a report over the phone and said if I could give them an itemized list of what was taken, they could put it out there. 2 days later, I noticed they had been back … or someone had. Not so much more things stolen but definitely things moved around. Now, the building is hopefully secure and a major clean up has begun. I have been talking to these ancestors for a good while now and they are relieved to say the least that we are indeed taking care of all this unfinished business! We not only are cleaning but starting to repurpose:

This unusual bookshelf desk was calling to me for months so with some help and elbow grease, it is my desk now!

This unusual bookshelf desk was calling to me for months so with some help & elbow grease, it’s my desk now!


Grace's childhood desk is here now.

Grace’s childhood desk is here now too.

There are so many small things too; the thieves had taken some of the pictures so I gathered up as many as I could and will figure out distribution from here … There’s still plenty to clean down there but we are doing it ~ I guess, in part, thanks to the thieves! It is the ever present, Omni presence of divine order!

At 45 miles per hour, sing "Highways are Happy Ways" At 55 miles, sing "I'm But A Stranger Here, Heaven Is My Home." At 65 miles, sing "Nearer, My God To Thee!" At 75 miles, sing "When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder" At 85 miles, sing "Lord, I'm Coming Home"

I was quite enamored to find these cool pencils Al had printed up at some point advertising his business while advocating to “Sing while you drive” with recommended hymns! At 45 miles per hour, sing “Highways are Happy Ways”
At 55 miles, sing “I’m But A Stranger Here, Heaven Is My Home.”
At 65 miles, sing “Nearer, My God To Thee!”
At 75 miles, sing “When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder”
At 85 miles, sing “Lord, I’m Coming Home”

So yes, even though last week I thought I was drowning in the affairs of others, I took a super deep dive from there with all this store business, my dad’s new energizer bunny pacemaker, hosting Easter breakfast here for 11 …. And! I am that I am. It is not I but the Spirit within me that doeth the work. So with this indwelling grace and Spirit, I will continue to clean up ancestral messes as well as realign with my own messes, aka, works in progress! I plan to reflect that work thematically the next few weeks and beyond here at the blog and the sites.FreebiesDo know that the Free Shelf at the Creative Spirit Families’ Leaping Literacy Library is always full!

Thanks for sharing the stories this week; I am so grateful for the prayer of you, your heart that cares, and for our time shared! Whatever trails or beliefs you are exploring, joy or grief you are experiencing, may you know the presence of divine order grace and the perfection of you in every step, and every breath! Namaste, Love!


The new continues to bloom in ancient ancestral soil …

Namaste Brilliant, Bright Lights of Spring Spirit Rising this Holy Week!

What is this Holy Week holding for you?! Yes, it is the Christian tradition of Holy Week heading towards Easter Sunday, and I am yet again visiting the Garden of Gethsemane within … all the places of (self) betrayal, questioning, agonizing, allowing and realizing again and again … the flow of blessed grace. If you want a fuller, metaphysical glimpse into The Grace Of Gethsemane, I refer you back into the archives for the post of that title. Though written 3 years ago, it really sums up the positive of what I could say today … yet, rather than simply re-post, I will add a few mindful musings more from the space of darkness I have been battling. Darkness and light, good and bad, right and wrong, asleep or awake, angel strengthened or humanly betrayed, it really is all about perspective. Laundry FriendRemember my scare share last Halloween?! My oh so ugly visitor in the laundry?  I had another visitor this week but this one I took to be way more friend than oh no foe! Perceptions of pretty? I guess! Lizard(And BTW, this one did NOT end up in the washer … she was atop the pile and I have taken to making sure the piles are shaken!) Sooooooo … yes, a word about Gethsemane insanity … What are all of our human battles about? Power. Will power. In the Christian tradition of giving something up for Lent, it is about that … will power … this year, I chose to let something in more than give something up … this self Love decision has brought about (thoughts and) actions that allowed me to release more pounds and inches from my body temple than previous resolutions and determinations revolving around giving up sugar. In the consistence of daily victories over resistance, I have indeed felt more empowered and in alignment with my higher good. Yet there are other dragons breathing down my proverbial neck some of which have left me questioning my sanity. I am reminded of Eckhart Tolle’s look at war as collective insanity and my inside viewpoint of our medical system has me thinking of some of its aspects in the same way ~ My dad had another pacemaker put in this last week which upped my nursing and caretaking duties yet again. The ‘system’ aside, there is my own personal struggle with having my own life and dreams lost in the caretaking of others, specifically my dad ~ in the midst of also being a single mom. I am surrounded by the sins of my fathers … mistakes of the generations and all of their unfinished business. And as I deal with their business, my own lists go undone. I have 8 new Peacemaker pages, in various stages of being ready for the New Thought Families website, some of them started years ago, and I was SO going to have them completed by today. Instead, I will just barely get the April Calendar up by tonight, pacific time … When I look at any of it or all of it, I feel a bit crazy. It is all service. To my father. To the ancestors. To the mystery of Spirit that whispers so many inspirations in my heart. And yet, I think the sanity for me in all of it is simply to ask for ~ and GET ~ HELP! Sound familiar? Yet, my angels are constantly here and helping, fortifying my will, my Spirit, my very being. Through grace, I will bridge the gap of insane suffering and get the help I need. With my dad. With the websites. With partnerships and intimacy. With any and all callings of my heart. Because grace is there for all of us no matter what level of sanity we are operating at. To experience it, we only have to be sane enough to allow that flow of grace and open our awareness of it. And just as Jesus surrendered in the Garden, so can we, in any prayerful moment.

Beloved, blessed dogwood is blooming outside my window again!

Beloved, blessed dogwood is blooming outside my window again!

And so the circle of life goes on … in holiness, in holidays, in seasonal blooms, in ancestral and ancient patterns … all reaching for the light, for the good, for the grace. For my part, I am pulling the ThanksLiving in Grace Calendar out of the archives for April and surrendering into the divine order perfection of allowing grace and activating Thanks Living. Play & Pray with us any day or everyday! This week’s Free Shelf has our Home Spirit Easter Celebration video and you can (re)visit our Easter Blessing Hunt too! And again, if you want more metaphysical musings on the Garden Of Gethsemane, visit The Grace post here.  May your week be filled with holy moments no matter what your spiritual path … may you know the presence of grace in every step, in every breath. Namaste, Love!

From Rusted Residuals To Resurrection & Renewal!

From Rusted Residuals To Resurrection & Renewal!

Reverence Rocks!

Namaste Glowing, Glorious, Green Growing Beauties of Life & Light!
IMG_2148We are back from our spring break adventure road trip to Arizona ~ the state of amazing cacti, rock mountains, and THE premier museum of musical instruments! For any who are old like me and can remember the TV jokes ~ and real life too ~ of the proverbial slide shows that friends and family would endure after a loved one’s vacation?! Well, here it is … blog style in smallish thumbnails … sprinkled with this week’s musings …
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Cacti are such amazing expressions of Love blessed expressed! From the ‘trees’ to the spiney rounds, cactus in Arizona abound and I love every one of them I found! We returned to a cactus walk we had found last year before the St. Patty’s Day Giants spring training game (the team wore green hats) ~ the game found me sitting in our assigned lawn seats while Jeremiah and his dad roamed and sat in whatever seats they liked. I actually sat next to people from Jackson, our neighboring home town ~ and we shared some great memories of our old band teacher, Mr. Hill, who we had both grown up with and been so positively influenced by. Synchronicities! After that game, we returned to the powerful vortexes of Sedona’s sweeping red rocks:
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Maybe due to the power of the rocks and the spiney cactus too ~ or probably mostly just the natural evolution of the circle of life, I declared this to be our last alternative family vacation with Jeremiah’s dad. With Jeremiah now 15, the time has come for him to travel with his dad without me. Our styles are very different ~ from the way we choose a seat at a ballgame, to lots of other things, there’s good reasons we didn’t stay together! And I am naming and claiming the freedom for myself to vacation without him ~ on multiple levels. While change can be painful, sometimes NOT changing is more painful. And with change comes new growth, new opportunities & freedoms. Freedom rocks!IMG_2270 IMG_2258 IMG_2137 IMG_2136
Arizona is full of beauty and glorious rocks. On one hike, I found a plethora of playful piles ~ stacked up for fun! In the old mining town of Jerome, the museum had the above treasure among others on it’s grounds. We also discovered another amazing museum treasure in MIM ~ Musical Instrument Museum in the Phoenix area that would rival any in New York or DC. It was immaculately clean and spectacularly laid out covering every country and musical instrument you could imagine ~ and some you could not! We barely scratched the surface in the few hours we were there ~ there’s great reason to get the 2 day admission pass they offer!
IMG_2609There were sections of instruments that covered many countries like bagpipes and the pipe organ room. There was also a section for every country that not only had instruments but videos of native peoples playing the instruments ~ sometimes with dances, parades, rituals. What a beautiful bird’s eye view into the world!
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One of my favorite exhibits was the recycled orchestra with instruments made from trash. While they looked funky, they sounded like the real thing ~ and then some! I will re-visit this with more detail and credits. For now, look for visionary music teacher and creator Favio Chavez from Cateura, Paraguay. Perhaps there are YouTube videos we can find to experience this reverie of musical recycling! Saty fine tuned for more on this inspiration of living green, reverent of the resources at hand …
IMG_2659IMG_2844 Jeremiah is pictured at MIM with the Octobass. I took a video from the demo we were blessed to experience on our short visit there ~ part of the museum’s ‘String Break’! I will definitely get that video posted into our Leaping Literacy Library!Freebies
There are many facets of the Library still at work and play as I continue to navigate family and a myriad of life commitments. It is all about consistency and commitment, awareness and action. One thing I was struck with on our trip away is how hard something relatively simple like recycling can be when away from established routine. ~Another difference with my ex who doesn’t recycle! And me, recycling is part of my religion …  in reverence for resources, and our beautiful planet home. Like anything that matters to us, we must put hands and feet to the intention and prayer!
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~ Filling and reusing a water jug on the road!~

As the Irish proverb goes … may the road rise up to meet you this moment wherever you are in your journey! For me, I am back tending to home ~ mine and my dad’s ranch ~ yesterday had me chasing after 1 of the calves with a blue plastic trash back someone threw in the field and he decided to eat ~ arg!
IMG_2871Breathe. Affirm divine order. No matter what. And keep naming and claiming freedom in every breath, in every step. I will close with your invitation to our annual summer family camp in the sacred Sierras. Name, claim, and calendarize some freedom, beauty, and fun fun fun for your family ~ with us ~ or with whomever and whatever calls your heart! Namaste, Love!
Freedom is the natural stirring
in our hearts … to fly ever higher.

Namaste lucky leprechauns of love filled light! Greetings this magical March moment of green spring break singing and St. Patricks Day celebrations! We left our Sutter Creek green rolling hills on Saturday including grandpa’s cows and wild white cat …
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Our New Thought & Creative Spirit Families March PlayShop was Friday night instead of our usual Sunday afternoon. The intergenerational inspirations were alive and well with our theme of branches, trees, flowers and bees:
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I so love the heart sharing of all ages and the light of accomplishment that smiles in the simple creation process …above are some “Bee Love” creations from some of our youngest ~ and oldest! Young Michael is showing his creatively constructed bee, his heart felt tree and his flower where the bee came in for a landing! The simple freedom of creativity and moments of awareness opened us all for planting seeds of … patience, music, power, creativity, family, … responsibility! Michael’s older brother Carter who spoke such words of encouragement last year about continuing our local monthly Playshops chose to plant seeds of responsibility ~ which prompted us all to sing the opening verse of “In Our Hands“! Carter also shared while taking his affirmation off the Easter Tree that he has been making his own affirmations and putting them into a box to share … my goodness, our PlayShop Love practice has branched out ~ woo hoo! So of course I invited Carter to provide the affirmations next month and I can’t wait to read them and experience others reading them too! Thank you Carter! Thank You God! Ah, how good it feels when the roots of Love branch out!

Meanwhile another note of gratitude for my sister keeping my dad this week … we drove 3 hours south on Saturday and left my dad with her for the week … whew! ~Can’t tell you how free I feel! And then another hour and a half south to see old friends … the minister and his family that left our local Methodist church and Jeremiah’s old best friend JJ:
Jeremiah and I sang in their church Sunday morning which was an uplifting experience ~ for all! We sang in conjunction with the message about letting go and giving up for Lent all for the purpose of allowing more of the truth of who we are as spiritual and Spirit filled beings to flow through us ~ as us. Their church building was over one hundred years old with wonderful stained glass ~ ooh how I love stained glass!
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And I gotta say, I do love a good church service! While we are much more aligned with the metaphysical Christianity of New Thought ~ Unity, Church of Religious Science, et al, the sweetness of the Methodist is always welcome! Paster Alex is a musical minister ~ plays piano, guitar, sings, and it really made my heart feel at home ~ mm mm good! Doing music with my teenage Jeremiah was also so much faith filled fun! And then we drove … and drove … and drove!  My printed directions didn’t pan out so co-pilot Jeremiah took over on his phone GPS which apparently “GPS loses signal” ~ and the co-pilot too! ~ in the dessert highways between California and Arizona …
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A bladder break at 6 hours of driving … and … After some 10.5 hours after leaving our friends, we arrived at our AZ hotel late last night to meet Jeremiah’s dad for another spring break adventure. Here’s what I saw out the window this morning:
IMG_2072 And such is this blessed, abundant life in America! Thank you for being a witness to this week’s pictorial ‘Dear Diary’ entries! I am so grateful that you would share a mindful moment with me … What green blossomings are happening for you in this blessed time of Equinox?! Are you feeling leprechaun lucky? Blooming abundant? Or like a struggling green sprout determined to rise up from the darkness no matter what?! Whatever light, dark, green or brown bleakness this moment finds you in, may you be blessed on your journey … thanks for sharing ours … indeed, we are all a circle of LOVE growing in the hand of the master gardener. Namaste!
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Wondrous Women

Namaste Passionate People & Holy Humans! Greetings of grace this Mindful March Monday! In keeping with International Women’s Day yesterday, here’s a few mystical musings about great women, forgotten women, what it is to be a woman and how I would love to see a sacred Love Day! ~ A day where we honor the sacred in all beings. Ooh that sounds like a lot doesn’t it?! So let me embrace the brief in each of those and go in reverse order … ~! Deep breath into the sacred yesness of creation, of life!

Who supports your view? Who imagines with you?

In the sacred we live … who and what sacred being can you see, witness &  honor today?!

As much as I have felt the suffering of women and the injustices of a patriarchal society, I firmly believe it is high time we embrace oneness. Certainly oneness between the races & sexes, religions & cultural casts … oneness with our earth mother and all beings … beginning with humans! I am drawn to work with familial oneness … oneness between all ages. And yes, I suppose it begins with equal rights awareness, demonstrations and justice yet isn’t it just as powerful to simply honor the sacred in all ~?! So just for this mindful moment, let me wish you a Happy Sacred Awareness Day!

LaurieBloom And yes, let me honor women in general. Often, so self sacrificing and nurturing … carrying burdens and dreams not only for ourselves but for our loved ones, our communities, and beyond. I have felt lately like my own dreams were slipping away as I cared for others so I bring that sacred awareness right into my body, mind, Spirit and deepen self Love. I started going to yoga classes again ~ what a forgotten treasure ~ the classes and my body temple! Women, men and all caregivers who put others first, remember to put your oxygen mask on first! Peace begins with me. Here’s a beautiful YouTube video on the subject:

There are so many beautiful women in this world …. Here is Every Women’s Song on YouTube:

And while every women is beautiful and every being is sacred and worthy of reverence, we do well by humanity to remember, celebrate and tribute greatness that touches our lives and changes the course of history … From our own mothers to matriarchs of movements like the San Francisco Folk Music Club shepherded by Faith Petric … Faith  There are so many stories never told … or at least not widely … like that of Claudette Colvin, the young teenager who refused to give up her seat on the bus inspiring Dr. King and Rosa Parks & the planned moment when Rosa also refused. Thankfully, most (young) Americans know about Rosa Parks but far too few know about Claudette Colvin. We have a page on Claudette coming up on the New Thought Families website and she along with Jeanette Rankin and others will be included in new rounds of Name That Peacemaker Games. For now, you can find pages on Rosa Parks, Sojourner Truth, Harriet Tubman, Ida B. Wells, Mother Teresa, Wangari Maathai and some oh so inspirational men too! Here’s one more YouTube video that names many great women in a tribute set to Mariah Carey’s Hero song (guess the term ‘heroine’ is just too problematic!). How many of these ladies have you heard of?! So if you didn’t honor a woman yesterday, any day is a good day for flowers! And any moment is deserving of sacred awareness … of all beings. Start with the amazing being looking back at you from the mirror. Reverently celebrate yourself as I do now … Namaste, Love! SacredOut

Review & Renew

Namaste Miracle Mindful Moment Makers!

Thank you so much for being here. Greetings of sweet spring wildflower bluebells reemerging … IMG_1867IMG_1874IMG_1872 This week’s reflections are centered in silent contemplation … I am musing on life reviews and choosing which energies & commitments to renew … Unlike our fabulous flower friends, we get to weed out which annuals we want to stop blooming, aka seasonally re-creating! Yet the miracle of nature shows us the beautiful essence of what it is to be an annual …. these wildflowers magically reappear each year in all their smiling glory … sprouting from the Master Gardner’s hand, they shine the divine order of an unseen plan. So much of our lives and our own beauty are tethered in this mysterious circle of life.  Nature & the seasons serve to reawaken in us these timeless truths.

These flowers were planted by the hands of my ancestors and each spring they return to beautiful manifestation again!

These flowers were planted by the hands of my ancestors; each spring they return to manifest beauty again!

As I look out the window this mindful moment, my beloved dogwood tree stands bare with the first buddings of blooms just starting to show. Her bounty of pink blossoms will return and I celebrate them now as well as the essence of this tree itself. I don’t know the hand that planted this seed, seedling, tree but I send my gratitude to that hand now. I send my gratitude to all the planting, building, sowing hands that have come before me …

The barn my ancestors built still houses the hay for my dad's cows with lots of light shining through these old walls!

The barn my ancestors built still houses the hay for my dad’s cows with lots of light shining through old walls!

IMG_1818 I am heading back over to the ranch shortly to feed dad’s cows. The caretaking continues and the (3) baby cows are growing fast! I am surrounded by Spirit Love in the circle of time, the circle of life, that continuously lives, dies, and is reborn to bloom again.

BIG cow babies!

BIG cow babies!

My commitment to New Thought Families continues and there are some marvelous March mindful media matters offerings there for you! Our daily Play & Pray Calendar is flowing gorgeous nature sounds and waters … This is an adapted calendar from the very 1st one I did in May 2009 … perhaps it can serve you & yours with some playful & prayerful, mindful March moments! Our Free Shelf is stocked with water fun as well! (The dates are correct for this week!) And I have dusted off our old Peacemaker games ~ and vowing to finish some new rounds ~ for the Season Of Peace ~ visit the site and play Name That Peacemaker!


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No matter the season you are experiencing ~ in your heart, outside your window, or under your feet, may you be blessed with the sweetness of renewal. Perhaps, you can choose as I do, to take time to review and choose what to renew. Again, I am so grateful for your beautiful presence here and on the planet. What a blessing it is to be in this circle of Love, of Life, this circle of One! Namaste, Love.


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