Mists of the Soul

I have been a spiritual seeker of the path most of my life, as most I am a combination of many universal traditons ideals and beliefs and talents. I lean towards Native American, because the energies of where I live. Lakota tribal land in NNW Iowa, USA My journey began in search of the Great Flood in religions, and I wandered from there... Seeker, Guide, Artist, Watercolorist. Calligrapher

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Mists of Peace


Mist crowds my minds, driving away thoughts...mists are a place to rest. This time of year always makes me think of the ants hurrying to get ready for winter coming.

In the mist thoughts can drift and turn and combine and that is a place of creativity, from a painting to how to organize the space in the bathroom.

In the mist the turmoil of emotions calm again, giving peace for a time.Mist is a refuge from the outward world. You can practice your spirituality, pray for all your blessings, and soothe your grief.

Lately, the blog is a bit dreary....Death has been stroding around in my world...each time I have to pass thru my old beliefs and conditioning to what I really know and believe. It is just a passing like from one room to another, should be a celebration of gladness for the one who is gone, now they know all those answers to our musings. And it IS a nicer place than here. But we will keep working on making this nice anyway!!

Friday, September 08, 2006

MIsts of Gold

The mists of time of seasons marches on.....the fields turn bright yellow, the birds make wonderful patterns in the sky as they flock together to soon depart, many already have.

Apples to pick, grapes, and raspberries, fall winterizing, with all the rest of the world beckoning....harvest and harvest celebrations.

This is the dying time, when it gets ready for the nothingness of winter....

It seems many are passing over now, leaving so many in grief, confused, off balanced, struggling, lost....

But there is one thing to know, after the winter comes the spring. Death holds no one, they are not faraway at all, but just behind your shoulder to whisper advice and love.

There is no death, only the passing. Physics can now prove 11 deminsions, how happy and proud they are, imagine their delight when they realize deminsions are beyond numbers.

Enjoy this day and this time, cherish it always...Dance as if no one will see you, Sing as if no one can hear Live as if there is no tomorrow!!

The mists of time of seasons marches on.....the fields turn bright yellow, the birds make wonderful patterns in the sky as they flock together to soon depart, many already have.

Apples to pick, grapes, and raspberries, fall winterizing, with all the rest of the world beckoning....harvest and harvest celebrations.

This is the dying time, when it gets ready for the nothingness of winter....

It seems many are passing over now, leaving so many in grief, confused, off balanced, struggling, lost....

But there is one thing to know, after the winter comes the spring. Death holds no one, they are not faraway at all, but just behind your shoulder to whisper advice and love.

There is no death, only the passing. Physics can now prove 11 deminsions, how happy and proud they are, imagine their delight when they realize deminsions are beyond numbers.

Enjoy this day and this time, cherish it always...Dance as if no one will see you, Sing as if no one can hear Live as if there is no tomorrow!!