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words with meaning



The only consistant is change.....

I´ve heard...
...and sometimes changes are easy. And fun. 
Sometimes it can be incredible scary. Make you feel vulnerable.
And out of center.

The journey on /with the magic carpet is a never ending story....

How to stay present when life travels fast?
How to go with the flow?
How do you respond when you don`t know what to come?
How can you stay centered during challenges?
In the midline.
And at the same time be fearless and explore freedom?

How to love what is?

Love the pretty & plesant days. The lazy days. The ugly days.
The days where everything seems to fall apart.
Love the everyday boredom.

Embrace that everything changes ALL the time.

The journey within never stops.


I leave you with this:

Let go of the things you fear to lose. Die to your attachments. Free yourself from everything you think you are and embrace the truth that you are abundant, eternal, fearless and worth being loved.”
- Jackson Kiddard, author & polymath.

wind flowers in the light of spring

The Magic carpet

Lets`s assume your yogamat is a Magic Carpet.
Like in the story of  One Thousand and One Nights.
Where king Solomo had a magic carpet made of the finest, green silk.
The story says he used to eat lunch in Damascus and supper in Media.
It was a good way of traveling so to speak.
Environmentally friendly, probably quite comfy and a lot more exciting than a car.

What would you choose-  a car or a magic carpet?
Just imagine yourself flying high in the skies, looking down at the life of nature.
Where life is happening. 
Our life!
Everything is moving this time of the year.
You can almost see the power of nature unfold in front of your eyes in everysingle minute.
All these thoughts,hopes, visions and dreams........in blossom!

It takes us to the fact that everything is temporary.
Nothing is permanent. Everything changes and nothing at all stays the same.
And, it is the elusive nature of this life that makes it so sweet. 
It is the rise and the fall of life.
The ebb and the flow
Like the hibiscus flower who opens during the day and closes when the night falls.

Our human nature has a tendency to cling to the rise and want to rush through the fall, but every moment is part of the wondrous and beautiful process.
May we move through this journey, both ups and downs with openness and courage, knowing that they too shall pass and that feelings do change, every moment is precious, wonderful and full of wonder exactly as it is.

with wonder & humility

maria

nature in one of all precious moments

Listen to the birds

Springtime is getting closer.
I´m celebrating Easter with resting, nesting & reading.
Renewal my inner space.
Shaking out that winterdust.
Still hibernating a little.
Patience. Always patience.
Planting seeds.
It is truly an adventure. This precious life.

❤




there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see

charles bukowski

shake the dust

I`am so in love with this poem right now.................
listen softly,again and again and again.....
Read and enjoy.

This is for the fat girls.

This is for the little brothers.

This is for the school-yard wimps, this is for the childhood bullies who tormented them.

This is for the former prom queen, this is for the milk-crate ball players.

This is for the nighttime cereal eaters and for the retired, elderly Wal-Mart store front door greeters.

Shake the dust.

This is for the benches and the people sitting upon them,

for the bus drivers driving a million broken hymns,

for the men who have to hold down three jobs simply to hold up their children,

for the nighttime schoolers and the midnight bike riders who are trying to fly. Shake the dust.

This is for the two-year-olds who cannot be understood because they speak half-English and half-god.

Shake the dust.

For the boys with the beautiful sisters. Shake the dust.

For the girls with the brothers who are going crazy,

for those gym class wall flowers and the twelve-year-olds afraid of taking public showers,

for the kid who's always late to class because he forgets the combination to his lockers,

for the girl who loves somebody else. Shake the dust.

This is for the hard men, the hard men who want to love but know that it won't come.

For the ones who are forgotten, the ones the amendments do not stand up for.

For the ones who are told to speak only when you are spoken to and then are never spoken to.

Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself.

Do not let a moment go by that doesn't remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day and that there are enough gallons of blood to make you an oceans.

Do not settle for letting these waves settle and the dust to collect in your veins.

This is for the celibate pedophile who keeps on struggling,

for the poetry teachers and for the people who go on vacations alone.

For the sweat that drips off of Mick Jaggers' singing lips and for the shaking skirt on Tina Turner's shaking hips, for the heavens and for the hells through which Tina has lived.

This is for the tired and for the dreamers and for those families who'll never be like the Cleavers with perfectly made dinners and sons like Wally and the Beaver.

This is for the biggots,

this is for the sexists,

this is for the killers.

This is for the big house, pen-sentenced cats becoming redeemers and for the springtime that always shows up after the every single winter.

This -  This is for you.

Make sure that by the time fisherman returns you are gone.

Because just like the days, I burn both ends and every time I write, every time I open my eyes I am cutting out a part of myself to give to you.

So shake the dust and take me with you when you do for none of this has never been for me.

All that pushes and pulls, pushes and pulls for you.

So grab this world by its clothespins and shake it out again and again and jump on top and take it for a spin and when you hop off shake it again for this is yours.

This is yours!

Make my words worth it, make this not just another poem that I write, not just another poem like just another night that sits heavy above us all.

Walk into it, breathe it in, let is crash through the halls of your arms at the millions of years of millions of poets coursing like blood pumping and pushing making you live, shaking the dust.

So when the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob and open on up, running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands out stretched before you,

fingertips trembling,

though they may be.

Shake the dust.

Written and performed by Anis Mojgani

Ēostre ❤

☀

Today it is Spring equinox and the first day of Spring.

It is also called Ostara, named from the Goddess Ostara or Ēostre

Ēostre is the Germanic Goddess of Spring and she is also connected with renewal and fertility.

Her symbols are eggs.  And eggs have been viewed as symbols of new life and fertility through the ages. She is also often pictured with a rabbit or hare.
Hares and rabbits have long been symbols of fertility.

Ostara is a time to celebrate the arrival of Spring, the renewal and rebirth of Nature.

It is a time to bless your spring seeds and place them in your heart and into the ground.
Nature is celebrating. The light is coming back. Spring will be it`s usual lush and abundant green. Every single time.
This is an excellent time of year to begin anything new or to completely revitalize something. 
To shake the dust of ourselves. Renew our thoughts, our dreams, and our commitments. Renewing our relationships. Recycling.
We can reflect on the ways we spend our time and energy and whether they are in alignment with  and support what we truly value.


Spring cleaning, from the inside-out, is a good way of manifest and express the energy of renewal and new beginnings. Clear out clutter and stagnation, regrets and old grudges.
Make space for new growth and abundance. Shake it all out!


Set up a spring altar, with gemstones and colored eggs, daffodils and tulips, chocolate bunnies, candles, a cup of water…maybe with some crystals; rose quartz, blue calcite, amethyst and citrine.
Use your own fantasy and create the altar you want to celebrate Spring.
Or Easter if you want ;)


Face the Sun.

ℳ.

borrowed from google

 

Trust the process

Growing hurts sometimes.

And at the same time it is a breathtaking journey.
To grow. To enjoy the ride.

We need courage to grow.
Like the tiny but brave flowers, who grow out of the mud into the light during springtime.
Everysinglespring.............
We are not separate from the Nature.
We also need to nourish ourselves.
Water our souls from the inside.
Feeding our precious, earthly beings with respect.
Again and again.

Believe in yourself - trust the process.

Be radical, honest and compassionate!
Be the remarkable person you truly are!

newborn......