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

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

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.

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

Hoping to be back on line in a few days from my own computer once again.

Its been hectic here, and can get no further with unpacking boxes, so have been occupying myself by tackling the garden as past owners only planted large grass things [sort of stuff found in hot countries]. So I've been trying to dig them out, and have planted old fashioned cottage flowers. Already the bees, insects and butterflies are returning...Yeeeaaahhhhhh. Still a lot more to plant, but at least there is some colour back in the garden. Have to go, daughter needs computer back.      Hugs and Blessings

Ali 

My Circle of prayer
Weaves a garland for each soul here
Delicate threads of light from my heart
Gathering and entwining tender blossoms
That speaks a silent language of communication.
With deep and meaningful thought
Do I respectfully gather my prayerful blessings.

Violet - the symbol of Faithfulness
For one mans love was so strong for us
That extreme adversity could not shake him
From the path the Creator had made for him.
Have 'Faith' in the Creators love in all things.

Rosemary - for remembrance
Lest we forget those who have moulded us
Into what we are today, both good and bad.
That we remember where are souls have come from
So that we may seek and return to the light.

Wild Pansy [Heartsease] - the symbol of
Tender and pleasant thoughts,
As we bear witness and work through
Times of uncertainty and harshness.
May this sweet flower bring ease
To the weeping hearts that have endured.

Rose - Silence and Unconditional Love
In the stillness we will find the silence
Within the silence you can reach and touch
Unconditional love
Learning the truths of Sacrifice
That lead to resurrection and transformation.

Lily of the Valley - return of Happiness
For in transformation we seek a balance
That will give us a greater understanding
Of what has gone before
Allowing a growth of light to build from within
That it may shine out from us to others
'Our Return to Happiness'

Hawthorn - the bringer of hope &
For-get-me-not, the reminder of 'True Love'
For if we forget those
That have sacrificed on our behalf
We will lose hope for the future.

And finally...
Star of Bethlehem - Reconciliation between God and man
Reconciliation between man and woman
Without this, there can be no future.
Prayerfully I connect and entwine my garland
Placing it tenderly upon each head here
For you are all children of the Earth and of the Light.

My sweet earth children
Close your eyes and sleep
Warmed by the sun
In my arms you can dream
Dream of a place where Angels tread
Dream of a place where Angels breathe
Dream of a place where you can be safe
Ready to awaken renewed

Namaste

© Ali C.

Thank You

Two little words,

When they come from the heart

Can mean so much

Spoken with truth and sincerity

And from the many hearts

That come here to visit,

Because of there love for all things enchanted.

But in dropping by

They found so much more

For here resides a family of friends

Each with a special gift to offer.

A place to discuss issues

A heart to support us.

A place to tell jokes

A heart to share the laughter.

A place to say I'm hurting

A heart to cradle ours

And gentle words to wipe away the tears.

A place that when we have trouble

In remembering how to fly,

Many hearts gather round to give us back our wings.

And when we have falling outs

As is natural in any family

Our hearts can still say

I CARE,

Despite the many differences.

And how has this come about?

Because a certain someone

Wanted a site, full of Enchantment for all to enjoy.

BUT Be ! my dear.....

It has become so much more.

So please except our heartfelt thanks

In providing a place of sanctuary

For so many hearts to reside.

Many Hugs and Birthday Blessings

Ali

Its short and sweet, but when it dropped into my e-mail box this morning it kinda appealed to my sense of humour, so thought I'd share. I like to think that there are millions of us out there that had the ability to frighten the devil once we were up and about in the mornings {{chuckle}}