Alibear
    Gender: Female
    Location: England
    Relationship: Married
    Orientation: Straight
    Children: Proud Parent
    # of Kids: 4
    Height: 5'5"
    About Me: My poetry, paintings and craft work can be found at

    WWW.SACRED-ECHOES-ART.COM
    Music: I love Native American Flute, celtic and chant type music.
    Movies: Not really into movies, just don't have the time.
    TV: Anything to do with the natural world, also like Medium.
    Books: Again don't have time to read much, but books on how to improve my water colour painting, or Faeries, Angels and Goddesses will spark my interest.
    Likes: Walking or cycling in the country side.
    Dislikes: People who think its OK to put other's down or treat with disrespect.
    Hobbies: Painting and poetry writing
    Vices: Chocolate
    Virtues: Compassionate towards others
    Heroes: Mother Teresa,
    Dalia Lama

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    WHAT COLOUR IS NIGHT?

    Monday, October 11, 2010, 2:32 AM [General]


    The night holds
    All the colours of the rainbow
    And so much more
    To judge the night
    By sight alone
    Would bring a misconception
    Of the mysteries held
    Within the darker side of life

    As human life slows to a steady hum
    The awesome energy of Mother Earth
    Comes into her own
    As she succumbs
    To the powerful force of Grandmother moon
    Together the union of two great matriarchs
    Control and guide the cycle of evolution
    Under the silvery rainbow of light

    The sweetest of mysteries
    May be found in the darkness
    But first acceptance and understanding
    Of the shadowland must be faced
    As we learn and acknowledge
    The darker side of self
    So night can no longer control our fears

    Seek the one bright star
    Calling out in the still night air
    Standing at the crossroads of life
    No place to run too, no place to hide,
    The darkness knows all your secrets and fears
    As it holds the tears of all our yesterdays
    Seek the one bright star
    For it will wipe away all your fears
    And there you will find the true colour of night.

    © Ali C.

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    BROTHER WOLF

    Friday, March 26, 2010, 3:44 AM [General]

     To dance with the Wolf

    Is to honour your Brother.

    For not so long ago

    Brother Wolf and Man

    Once hunted side by side,

    With respect and understanding

    That came from our souls.

    We acknowledged their wisdom,

    We gave thanks for their protection,

    We shared our food,

    We honoured our Brother in Prayer and Ceremony.

     

    But somewhere along this path of life

    In what man termed as his progress?

    We stepped away from Mother Earth

    And learned to fear what we once held sacred.

    And in our fear we destroyed.

    And when we destroyed,

    We broke the connection of sacredness

    Between Brother Wolf and Us.

     

    When that sacred connection was broken

    Apart of us died inside.

     

    For those of us that knew

    For those of us that understood

    We sent our prayers to the creator.

    We prayed that hearts and minds

    Would open in love and understanding.

    That the sacredness between Brother Wolf and Man

    Would again flourish and grow,

    And that we would earn the right

    To take our place once more,

    To stand at the side of our Brother

    THE WOLF

    Within The Sacred Hoop of Life.

     

    ©Ali C

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    Thanks for sharing this it is beautiful!

    Marianne
    March 30, 2010
    11:56 AM

    THE ABBEY

    Saturday, March 13, 2010, 3:50 AM [General]

    THE ABBEY

    Secluded and peaceful,

    Its past buried in the mists of time,

    The ruins of this once majestic abbey

    Stand aloof and alone upon the wild moors,

    Nestled in between rolling green hills,

    And trees hundreds of years old, bent and gnarled by time

    That now tower over the abbey ruins,

    As Mother Nature, slowly but surely,

    Claims back her territory, burying the secrets

    That time forgot.

     

    On a cold winters day

    All becomes so quiet,

    Even the winter breeze dies away,

    Leaving a stillness of quiet respect

    Upon sacred ground.

    With the bright winter sun streaming down,

    Thousands of White Maidens open their delicate petals,

    Revealing their tiny green hearts.

    The rustling bushes are the only sign that I’m not here alone,

    As the birds and the squirrels are busy preparing

    For the coming of spring with the newness of life.

     

    Sitting quiet and still,

    Respectfully do I seek out its mysteries,

    That are found in the silent energy

    That flows through this ancient site.

    The crumbling walls still whisper sacred wisdom

    To those who are willing to wait and listen.

    Distant chanting reaches my inner senses

    Weaving its healing calm through my soul,

    As cloaked figures walk by candlelight

    Through the corridors of time.

     

    They softly call for me to be still

    And to drink in the beauty that lies all around me,

    Until a little robin lands close by,

    Breaking my peaceful reverie with his sweet song,

    With his tiny head cocked to one side,

    And a beady eye inspecting me,

    As if questioning my presence on this, his territory…

    I can’t help but smile with delight

    As his boldness brings him ever closer…

    No doubt to see if I have food to offer

    Or perhaps to show off his smart red breast coat.

     

    And then he takes flight

    To sing his song that all may hear it…

    ‘This is my territory, and only my true love may enter’.

    Alas! My time here is up, and I must depart,

    With a reluctant heart do I slowly make my exit,

    Leaving the ancient ruins to slumber once more

    Whilst holding onto their secrets,

    Until another gentle soul in need of respite

    From the merry-go-round called life,

    Comes knocking at the door to enter a world

    That time forgot.

     

    © A. Clarke

     

    The White Maidens are also known as Snowdrops and when their outer petals open you will see 3 inner petals with tiny green upside down hearts on them

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    Thanks this was beautiful, just like I was there!

    Marianne
    March 14, 2010
    4:49 PM

    NEW YEAR 2010

    Saturday, January 2, 2010, 2:42 AM [General]

    NEW YEAR 2010

     

    Another year has passed,

    Full of hope do we look forward

    As 2010 awaits to open before us.

    So many memories lie in the years that have passed

    Both good and bad,

    So many battles were one and lost,

    So many scars have left their mark,

    But the choice remains ours

    As to whether we allow the passage of time

    To heal what has been broken.

     

    So enduring is the spirit that dwells with us,

    So powerful and strong, so full of beauty and love,

    So compassionate and understanding.

    But the choice remains ours

    As to whether we touch the world around us

    With the gentleness of our soul

    Or whether we choose the human frailties

    To lash out in anger, or manipulate what is not meant to be,

    Causing pain to others where ever we go.

     

    2010 will give you so many choices

    There will be mountains to climb,

    Rivers and streams to cross,

    People to help, and others to help you.

    There will be tears to shed and laughter to share,

    Rainbow bridges to build that you may reach out to others.

    All that is asked of us is that we try our best,

    Be mindful of your words and gentle with your footprints

    For there will be many hearts where you will leave your mark.

     

    Wishing you all the very best for 2010.

    May your needs be met

    May your trials and tears be few

    May your life be blessed with laughter and smiles

    And the warmth of many a caring heart.

     

    Blessings of love, light, smiles and prayers

    Ali

    © Ali. C.

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    Very beautiful! Thanks for sharing!

    Marianne
    January 6, 2010
    9:38 AM

    FAIRY NANA

    Thursday, October 8, 2009, 11:19 AM [General]

     

    Fairy Nanna

    A Gentle soul who has endured,

    For her life's path

    Was not for the faint of heart.

    The thorns of life that pricked and scratched,

    Drew many a silent tear and a heavy heart.

    But like the stem of the graceful rose,

    Fairy Nanas soul grew firm and strong,

    A pulsing light from within,

    Growing brighter as the years unfolded.

    For despite the hardships that were dealt her,

    Her choice was to open each delicate petal,

    Thus allowing a rose to bloom within her soul.

     

    The fairies, upon seeing such a beautiful rose,

    Could not resist the temptation to come and play.

    Leaving gifts of colour and enchantment,

    Allowing Nanas mind to take flight,

    With sweet imagined possibilities for her to create.

    Working hard through Nanas disabilities,

    Unseen hands guiding hers, over fabrics and seems,

    Until beautiful creations take shape,

    Bringing magic, joy and hope

    To all that see and touch them.

     

    For those that look with their hearts,

    They do not see the frail crone,

    With her many disabilities standing before them,

    But a beautiful rose in bloom,

    Where fairies dance and clap with joy,

    In the radiance of her beauty,

    Whilst bestowing gentle kisses on her forehead.

    For she is an honouree fairy,

    A shining example of a rose in full bloom,

    Opening out towards the light,

    Sitting proudly above the thorns that tried to ensnare her,

    Thus providing a guiding light that others may follow.

     

    Blessing of healing do I send to thee,

    Upon gossamer wings

    Are my healing blessings safely carried,

    Over seas to a land faraway

    Through enchanted mists and forests,

    Over mountains and meadows and babbling brooks,

    That each in turn may bestow their healing energy

    To caress your weary body

    To cleanse and refresh your tired mind

    To bring and inner peace and grace to your soul.

     

    Namaste Sweet Child, Namaste

     

    © Ali C

     

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    In the Celtic spiritual belief system, the Crone is the wise woman, the Grandmother, the Matriarch, and was revered for her wisdom and knowledge. Often depicted in pictures as old and wizened. Only the true seeker and those with an open heart are able to see her true beauty that lies within.
    That’s why I chose the word ‘crone’ as even as a young girl I’m sure Eve was judged by others by what they saw with there eyes rather than the beautiful soul that lies within.
    I didn’t mean for it to come across that she was wizened and very old looking {{chuckle}}
    So with this explanation I hope others can see more where I was coming from.
    Thank you for your lovely words about my poem/blessing.

    Alibear
    October 8, 2009
    11:14 PM
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Latest Comments


    Many Thanks sweetie, for coming to see me and commenting, Very nice to meet youxxxx

    Sandy
    April 30, 2010
    11:02 AM

    May thr fae bless you and your family in your new home. I wish you much happiness , peace and abundant bleesings.
    Keep living in the magic
    Love and light
    Liz xxx

    Liz
    June 1, 2009
    4:43 PM

    Dear Ali, many thank yous for all you so sweetly bless our EF Faezine with, your gentle column is reflective of your own kind spirit and I am very appreciative of such lovely contributions my friend. The fields here are now covered in sunny buttercups and it is just as delightful to work on the summer edition *big Be smiles* Thinking of you as always and sending happy thoughts full of hope your way hun...

    Be
    May 15, 2009
    3:41 PM

    Truly appreciated your column for the premiere of FaeZine. The snowdrop is so special to me. Love your avatar, too. Looks like Daffy-down-dilly has come to town!

    Merrie_Fae_Tresses
    April 12, 2009
    11:36 AM

    Sending you pink bubbles of fairy healing to relieve your stress.

    Keep living in the magic!

    Liz xxx

    Liz
    April 1, 2009
    5:54 PM

    Your beautiful words touch my heart, as they always do.

    Thank you.

    Love and light

    Liz xxx

    Liz
    February 3, 2009
    5:07 AM

    Thanks for sharing you words!

    Marianne
    January 15, 2009
    9:45 PM

    Thank you for your beautiful words of blessing and healing

    earthen1
    December 3, 2008
    11:52 PM

    Dearest Alibear,

    I am so sorry you are having such a bad year, but trust me you are not alone! I think it is a really bad year for a lot of us, in fact I cannot wait for 2009!

    Keep living in the magic, remember EF is definitely the place to be, it helps!!!!

    Love and light

    Liz xxx

    Liz
    November 17, 2008
    6:20 PM

    Thanks for your comment and advice :)I have collected magazine cuttings over the years for help with figure drawing.Have thought of ordering some of the Virtual Pose or Art Models books from Amazon to help with my figure drawing,have you looked at them yourself?They do look good as you get the disc with them which you can rotate the models poses on to see all angles.

    Sarah
    February 24, 2008
    1:22 PM

    Dear Alibear, firstly, thank you so much for being such a special part of this EF community & sharing your lovely art & poetry. I really love! your Valentine post, what a wonderful poem. As I get older I'm more in a dilemma with this date, but you've placed it in a different light for me this evening & I much appreciate that. I'll raise my cuppa to you ;) Cheers...

    Big smiles,

    Be
    February 13, 2008
    9:06 PM

    Hi Ali,



    I sure wish that drawing WAS my work, but no. I switched the picture to one of my dolls. I am a novice, but I get better every day. :)



    Love your drawings....

    Juanita
    October 3, 2007
    2:45 PM

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