Poem: Mother Moon
Mother Moon hear my prayer
It has no substance
It has no shape
It is only thought
It is just a wish
But it is still there
My prayer
It is real
It is mine
Like my heart beating
As my teary eyes they stare
Up at you
Above me
Far away but close enough
My Mother Moon. So dark.
So dark. My Mother Moon.
Into the woods, and an invitation to a distance healing experiment
Ever woken up one day with the urge to do something spontaneous and different to what you’d usually do on that day? I was planning to go into the garden this morning and plant out our overwintering onions and garlic, and maybe dig up the turf next to the hens’ run, to plant some tulips in there. But no. I did enough over the past couple of days. I’ve had a sense since waking that I should go for a walk in our local woods.
tags: animal guides, calling, carers, cats, distance healing, FIV, Mandrake, meditation, peace, responsibility, solace, spiritual healing, spontaneity, trees, woods
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