My New Home

“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, 

but anyone can start today and make a new ending.”
~ Maria Robinson

 

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My new home

Roselle Quin

 

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Fine Poetry

Roselle Quin's Fine Poetry

 

Someone Sent Me A Message

Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.

Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.

B: Ralph Waldo Emerson

Metamorphosis

(¯`v´¯) I've transformed a little box and now it looks like this from the inside. For whatever reason, I've found fun in resurrecting 'stuff" I would normally throw away. This one happens to be a shoe box that now works fine as a flower planter or a book organizer - depending on my whim. Every corner and every angle tells a story.  (¯`v´¯)

I am much indebted to the many creative women who embark on such pretty projects. It is their dedication to live an artful creative life that constantly fans my muse. Right now I have about three more boxes and half a dozen bottles to breath life to. To others, it may seem silly, but to me it is beauty. Bliss.

Now, every time I feel a bit blue, I just turn towards this box which I have christened " Simple Abundance" and whatever composite blue forces within just dissipate into the ethers. 

The world may not be perfect, and undoubtedly there is much negativity around when you listen to the airwaves or watch the news. But my box has a magic pull when my eyes rest on it. A reminder that I am responsible for the beauty that I see in my life.  And much of this beauty comes from  the simplest of things, if I but take the time to care and see. 

More Beautiful Places: 

‎(¯`v´¯) VIGNETTE DESIGN and BibA

            

"Getting To Know You"

I don't know who she is or what her story is or if there is one to tell of love or sorrow or loss or of finding and hope. 

She certainly isn't me or someone I know or saw or am familiar with. 

She stares quite comely and there is that confidence in her eyes and a kindness too, like the women I see who have everything figured out, or so it seems. 

But hers isn't tinged with arrogance, or peppered with pride, just a full trust at the moment and a welcoming to try...

There is no perfection in her, no deep distinct color that pulsates, no straight drawn nose nor equal shaded rims. 

My hands gave her existence and now she is here..... 

and all I ask is - why?

I think I'll call her...." Brigid "...

CLICK TO READ A LOVELY PRAYER TO ST. BRIGID: 

Have You Ever Seen An Angel?

"Angels have no philosophy but love."  

~Terri Guillemets

To the Divine,

You have made me a woman. You have made me - ME. 

You have placed me where I am.

Thank you for this.

I seek to be filled with your Spirit ~ to be whole ~ to know what to do ~ to be filled with love, and understanding, and compassion and forgiveness for myself, for those I love, for everyone.

May my soul recognize at all times your presence in me. 

May I feel your embrace

And your kiss

upon my days...

Excavating Dreams

"It takes love and courage to excavate buried dreams..."

Yesterday.

Late Friday afternoon.

Old pair of denims.

I met the hubby for crepes and mint tea at my favorite place for such in our city. It was after work so office people were mulling around eager to get the night life rolling. Shops were full.  I was lucky to get a seat by the window where I could see tents set out and a wide stage being readied for a kind of "wellness dance concert." Hubby arrived and we shared a helping of Tuna Cheese Melt, plus, the tea, which i sweetned with honey.

It was all talk about work and plans and things to do. Finally, details were sorted out and the pen was put away. We paid up, walked out holding hands and pondered where to go next. Would I want to watch that concert? No. I don't think so. Too many people...I wanted something quiet.

Crossing the street, we turned right in search of a quaint pub that used to be where it used to be but wasn't to be. Instead an interesting Italian diner took it's place with somebody on a propped stage cooing love tunes. No! No love tunes please, shucks'...Turning around, we were about to leave when we chanced on a corner table al fresco. Could the table please be prettied and we be served there instead? Of course, said the waiter with a tinge of the resigned  that we would not partake of their singers talent.

We ordered our drinks and it came freezing cold, perfect! The panini took 15 minutes but it was good.

"Have you ever had an awakening as a child,"  I asked him?

"What do you mean?" - he said.

"You know, like that moment when it suddenly hits you that you exist?"

I was twelve...

....standing alone in an isolated beach, long far from the shore with the water knee high.The wind had a voice out there..something that can't be heard in the city. And it spoke to me. My eyes fixed on the eternity of  the curving horizon before me...and for some reason things suddenly came clear..like life was welcoming me to life and a curtain was parted. 

I breathed in the howl of silence and felt the pull of gravity on that lonesome sea shore.I was alone but not really..and I was alive..and I came from somewhere and will journey back again..and that in between it would be beautiful, no matter what. At that moment I was baptized who I am, and was initiated to my identity. Surreal.

When I feel departed from my inner self, I excavate the buried past and revisit that place...the sand on my feet, blue current gently lapping on my leg. With my eyes closed I  shelter in  the trance of that  centering voice cast in the great opaque winds, reminding me still of who I truly am....today. 

Honoring The Great Mother

"Mothering myself has become a way of listening to my deepest needs, and of responding to them while I respond to my inner child." ~ Melinda Burns

(¯`v´¯) It's the sort of downcast weather that equals the discomfort of a rude hot humid summer awakening. The sky has been gray, mournful, sullen and undecided, every once in a while spraying tears to satiate its melancholy. My plants love it, but my head hurts from the gloom. Late into the night, I picked up my Simple Abundance book and was drawn to this sage thought about "mothering one's self."

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Though we are grown, we never outgrow the need for someone special to hold us close, stroke our hair, tuck us in bed, and reassure us that all will be well. 

...Today as you walk through your own home, think about the ways you can start to mother yourself, everyday, not just once a year - in small but tangible ways. 

...There should be comfortable places in the living room to the bedroom to invite you to sit, sleep, relax, and reflect.

...There should be small indulgences from the kitchen to the bathroom that pamper and please.

--There should be sources of beauty throughout that inspire, order that restores, and the quiet grace of simplicity that soothes..

The poet Ntzozake Shange writes;

"I found god in myself and I loved her/ I loved her fiercely." 

There is no more way of honoring the love of the feminine divinity waiting to mother us, than by celebrating the temple where her Spirit dwells on earth. 

                                                  - Simple Abundance

My Tiny Gardens

'Everyone smiles in the same language.' 

~Author Unknown

I started MONDAY this week in a jovial note! For whatever reason I woke up that day, absolutely happy. As soon as my eyes plucked open, I took a deep welcome breath and smiiiiled. It has made a lot of difference, believe me.

So now it's Thursday, and I can't claim that every moment till today was as giddy' as it started out to be.There were pockets of wilted moments when energy was simply soooo' diving down. BUT, the thing there is, I was quite the sport in accepting the lows knowing that gloom' won't really last; I wouldn't have it so! Those moments, a good bite of dark chocolate made sure to set me right.

It's been exceptional, I've pondered, planned and done much this week. Learned lots as well! Angel mentors are guiding my way, and for this I am truly grateful. All my fresh knowings will help me help someone along life's journey proving time and again that everything connects and that life is a flow of give and take. 

Tomorrow is Friday, and my prayer is for another good day. Looking forward to adding to my little artsie' garden growing...life is vivid...life is creating...life is being.

"Happy Indeed We Live!"

"THE DHAMAPADA"

Happy indeed we live, friendly amidst

the hostile. Amidst hostile people we dwell

free from hatred.

Happy indeed we live, unafflicted amidst

those afflicted (by craving). Amidst afflicted

people we dwell free from affliction.

Happy indeed we live, free from avarice

amidst the avaricious. Amidst avaricious people

we dwell free from avarice.

Happy indeed we live, we who possess

nothing. Feeders on joy we shall be, like the

Radiant Gods.

Victory begets enmity, the defeated dwell

in pain. Happily the peaceful live, discarding

both victory and defeat.

There is no fire like lust and no crime

like hatred. There is no ill like the aggregates

(of existence) and no bliss higher than the

peace (of Nibbana).

Hunger is the worst disease, conditioned

things the worst suffering. Knowing this as it

really is, the wise realize Nibbana,

the highest bliss.

Health is the highest gain and contentment

the greatest wealth. A trustworthy person

is the best kinsman, Nibbana the highest bliss.

Having savoured the taste of solitude

and peace, pain-free and stainless they become,

drinking deep the taste of the bliss of Truth.

Good it is to see the Noble Ones, to

live with them is ever blissful. One will always

be happy by not encountering fools.

Indeed, they who move in the company

of fools grieve for long. Association with fools

is ever painful, like partnership with an enemy.

But happy is association with the wise, like

meeting one's own kin.

Therefore, follow the Noble One, who

is steadfast, wise, learned, dutiful and devout.

One should follow only such a person, who is truly

good and discerning, even as the moon follows

the path of the stars.

(*Flowery pic by The Lady Prism)

"May Our Minds Meet"

Like the surprising ding' of a sing song doorbell on a quiet afternoon, words have a way of calling attention to one's life. Today it is this - NAMASTE - a word I've heard and understood for quite a long time now, that it has become as familiar as the tweet of the swallow up my guava tree.

Nothing about it is unfamiliar, except that when I started to create something today the all too familiar made itself even more boldly obvious to me!

Pining for attention and claim, this word hankers me to FOCUS on the spirit of its meaning, nudging me to be calm and to be patient and to be humbling in nature, in spite of having all the right to assert control over a certain aspect of my life.

Ah' calm is not easy! How much more convenient it would be to put myself forward, force and demand, demand, demand, insist, insist, insist on being heard!

And that was what I would have done, had I not been possessed by what I held in my hand. An hour of cutting out, and pasting and painting and putting sorts and sorts together, and I was becalmed by the assurance that wondering minds will meet. Struggling displaces our inner pool of peace. There is no need for this.

And the insight of assurance that we are all children of divinity, no matter the moment, the situation, the circumstance brought me back to the truth within me.

And with a strength described by St. Julian of Norwich, I sighed, "All shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.

NAMASTE....