Posted April 30, 2009 at 10:54 (General)
Gaia felt the cool dampness of the forest beneath her feet as she walked towards her new home. She had been led to this place by spirit, only a few weeks earlier, yet she still felt restless. She was not looking forward to her life contemplation, she had done all she could in service to the creator and humanity yet she did not feel the contentment within her heart that she once had as keeper of souls. For centuries she had felt as if some important part of her had been ripped away and that possibly in her need to protect she had destroyed the innocent souls. Something within told her they existed and she would unite them because she would feel their death. She couldn't quite understand or even explain how she knew, but she knew. She had decided she would confront the council with this feeling of incompleteness, for it had continued too long. And, she was concerned this would become a barrier in her life of service.
The dawn was beginning to bloom, the fragrance of flowers and sea salt were stirring in the breeze. She inhaled their scent, as she did, there was the scent of another she captured. She stilled her body, demanded her heart quiet its beating as she scanned for his presence.
"Hello Warren, what animal brings you out at this hour?" Gaia raised her brow in question. Warren Foster was renowned for wildlife photography, documentaries, published works and conservation techniques.
Warren leisurely stepped out of the forest hammock as he spoke. "You brought me, I heard the call of the dance, your creation celebration. As with our people, those that are within distance come together to share and honor."
"Warren, I thought you had long ago put aside the ways of our people. I thought you had forsaken us."
"Never have I forsaken our people, but felt alone far too long. So I chose to walk the solitary path until the creator called me home. I was tempted by the demon within, but my honor and my duty held me bound. And as yet, the demon struggles for release and the creator allows me to wander."
He bowed at the waist, his head slightly raised, his eyes keeping contact with hers. "I honor your creation and join your celebration."
Gaia could feel the tears pool within her eyes. More than a century of life celebrations had passed without the companionship of her kind. She bowed in reverence, "I accept your insights and wisdom of my life's path."
She reached out her hand to him and their fingers entwined. "I am exceptionally glad Warren that you are still among us."
"You are still not joined?" Gaia asked quietly as they strode up the steps to her small porch.
They sat on the swing without stopping their conversation.
"I am not. I hold to the teachings of our ancestors that each of us was a soul divided and our other half exists to bring us balance, harmony and completion of purpose. Yet, we became so fragmented when the ego came upon us, I struggle to fight the ego of doubt, that my mate may not exist."
"You know that she must, for the creator has not taken you into his keeping."
"But there is something else, something I do not quite understand.
"What is it Warren," she said as she lightly touched his arm with kind affection.
"There is a woman I am somehow connected to. I was searching for her when I sensed your celebration. I first saw her three years ago. She was in a refugee camp in Ethiopia. I was traveling in a small plane when we went over the area, and I felt my heart beat awaken within me, like a drum within my ears. I ordered the pilot to turn around and land the plane, but when I got back to the camp she was gone. I picked up her scent, and her essence, I asked those around who she was, where I could find her. They said her name was "Ash" and she would be returning. Those in the camp knew her well, they talked of her growing up, her family, I could touch the images of her as a child within their minds.
I had felt such a strong pull towards her, yet these people were adamant they knew her, so I fought with my entire being the need to run after her. So I waited. For three days I waited, yet she did not return. Then the heart ceased beating as suddenly as it had started. It was then I knew she belonged to me."
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next part of the book I am pretending to write
Posted April 29, 2009 at 10:27 (General)
Her long dark mane and ceremonial dress clung to her glistening body moist from the heat of the dance, the tempo of her singing heart awakened his. He could feel the life come into his body, as his heart beat in sync to the woman in his vision, hard, powerful with a sense of urgent need. He awoke abruptly, almost painfully as the heart and body he had shut down centuries ago took on life once again. His hearing so acute his heart and blood coursing through his veins shouted in his ears. Perspiration dripped from his pores, creating feelings and sensations that had long been foreign to him.
He had buried himself within the ground to serve as a spiritual guardian, to protect those in death until the creator chose to release him from his earthly life. He had offered himself as gatekeeper, offering protection for those souls who felt themselves "bound" to this world and in fear of the next. He had chosen the sanctity of the earth, instead of continuing the bleak existence of watching humanity be destroyed by themselves and his brethren growing rich in the power of ego and control.
His race had become scattered after the destruction of Mu , Azores, Thera along with sacred others. Instead of seeking unification most sought isolation, the destruction had brought a loss of faith and trust within their race. Balance had been lost. Without balance their race could not exist. Males would not be able to maintain peace within without their anchor, their mate. After too long a time without the union of their counterpart, males become ego personified. Many would choose the surge of power to control others and live as Gods among men, losing sight of all that is pure. As a chosen peacemaker, Shiloh Soloman had gone into the earth until the creator called him home.
But the creator had chosen differently. She was close. She existed. His mate was within his reach. Shiloh bursts from the earth and took his first breath in centuries. He breathed her scent, honeysuckles and wild jasmine, earth and purity. He smiled into the night, lifted his head and hands into the heavens and dropped to his knees, giving thanks to the creator. His smile was still upon him when he took flight in the direction his heart was leading.
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The beginning of a book I am pretending to write
Posted April 28, 2009 at 14:07 (General)
The sound of the music could be heard by no others. Yet, all of nature danced in rhythm to it. She heard it as it called to her as the mighty ocean might roar its way to the shore, as gentle as the breeze carried the bloomed dandelion across the meadow. She heard it. She felt the ground quicken beneath her feet as she felt the heartbeat of the earth. The strength of the moon touched her face as she held up her hands giving thanks to the creator. She felt her veins pulse with the life force, awakened and cleansed once again. She was renewed.
This eve was her birthday, a celebration of her life; she had stepped into the sacred circle as she had done for over a millennium. She watched, as her past had played itself out, the strands of yesteryear weaved the tapestry of her life, offering her wisdom, knowledge and even regrets of what had not yet come.
In her youth the ritual had been shared with her brethren, few chose to be renewed alone without others to share their wisdom of the individual's purpose and learning. It had been important that others share their insights in order to help one become part of the whole and follow their destiny. But, now her race was no longer thriving and the few that were left were scattered among the universe, the beacon connecting her people was growing weaker with each passing year.
This ritual painfully reminded her of choice on that fateful day, the moment she alone scattered the female souls sending them far from harms way. She wanted to believe she had done the right thing, saving their souls from the destruction of one who would use them for evil, but none of her sister-kin those she had vowed to nurture and protect had found their way back.
Her race, her people, the immortals were dying. The males losing honor, the few females aching to hold a child within their arms, but it seemed only males were now being given and the female children that had been born unto them were loved, but had not been blessed with immortality and mothers could not bear to see their loving child wither and die. Nor did the ladies of light wish to risk a male born son's life over to ego and destruction.
Kneeling, she took a long breath and willed her heartbeat and lungs to slow down and return to their natural rhythms. She would sleep come the dawn and allow the memories of what the ritual had reawakened in her and then she would decide if her fate lay in the past or within the future. She would hope that the visions would prove useful instead of painful.
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Today's Rambling
Posted April 19, 2009 at 22:01 (General)
I love life. I love its experiences. I have come to learn that even with its ups and downs, my life is quite remarkable. I have come to understand that even with stress or chaos it can be subsided with my peace of mind. I found that peace comes from nurturing and loving myself. If I take time to listen there is great clarity guiding me from within, and so I have learned to become attuned to my greater good.
My life is real. It is not built upon a false preface of what I would like to be or how I would like the world to see me. It is lived in its truest expressions by being me.
Mermaids Magic
Posted April 19, 2009 at 21:59 (General)
I am working on an altered book that has a beach and mermaid theme. I couldn't find a poem I liked so I wrote this for it.
Mermaids Magic
On waters edge when moonlight shines
She sings on gentle winds among the tide.
As lustrous as the pearls she wears,
while water glistens like diamonds upon her skin.
The mermaid beckons mariners well,
Sending waters magic to enchant the spell.
Keeping them safe on voyages so they
May return to wives and daughters.
She dives beneath the waters depth
When those unlucky meet their end
In loving grace a kiss she bestows
so their soul may to heaven ascend.
Sharon Renae
New beginnings, classes
Posted April 13, 2009 at 13:31 (General)
It's a beautiful rainy day here in Pensacola. Everything that is supposed to be green is getting the opportunity for a big drink of water. I love Spring. I love the colors and the newness and the perceptions of new beginnings.
New beginnings, does that sound fantastic! How many times have you wanted a new beginning, a fresh start or do-over? We can't go back and change anything, but we definitely have the opportunity to start over each and every day. Every day and every moment has the potential and possibility for something new, for magic and change. We are creators, the magicians, and we hold the power to wield the magic of happiness and joy into our lives, to color our world with vibrancy.
We are powerful in our being! We often just don't realize it, often because we are stuck. Inside we are dry and parched and we thirst to nurture ourselves, but we feel we just need to give something more to something or someone else and we will take care of ourselves later.
I want to remind you that I am offering wonderful classes that will provide you with loving, nurturing joy and happiness. I do warn you that if you drink from this well you will be given the tools to see life in a new way, to expand yourself into something more with clear understanding that you do hold the magic wand and you can wave it in your favor.
Give yourself permission to come and express yourself outside the boundaries of limitation.
Come have fun, play, learn, grown and just be who you are in a safe loving environment.
The Creative Writing, Juicy Writing class starts tomorrow, I still have room for a few more so you procrastinators come on, and come play!
Classes are listed on my class page: (You really, really don't want to miss one more moment of laughter, do you?)
Hugs,
Sharon
Ta Da!
Posted April 03, 2009 at 18:35 (General)
The light in my life is bright, filled with
vibrancy and color. My soul hums to music and vibrations that I could never
begin to explain. However, it does create this most wonderous dance and movement
and desire to express itself in my day to day living. It cannot be contained.
Thank goodness!
Sometimes it encores with a "ta da" when I do something as simply as standing. So imagine this chubby little middle-aged woman getting up to go get a drink of water and she throws out her arms with exuberance and sings "Ta Da!" I guess one day it may really be something to boast about! LOL!
Soul expression... it's magic, meaningful and fun. I am glad the light is bright and the music plays and the body moves. I am glad that I have the good sense to understand my life is meant to be savored and enjoyed. I am glad that I choose to fill it with meaning instead of thinking this is as good as it gets.
So when you're done reading this, do some sort of fun expression... Ta Da!
Hugs,
Sharon
Sometimes it encores with a "ta da" when I do something as simply as standing. So imagine this chubby little middle-aged woman getting up to go get a drink of water and she throws out her arms with exuberance and sings "Ta Da!" I guess one day it may really be something to boast about! LOL!
Soul expression... it's magic, meaningful and fun. I am glad the light is bright and the music plays and the body moves. I am glad that I have the good sense to understand my life is meant to be savored and enjoyed. I am glad that I choose to fill it with meaning instead of thinking this is as good as it gets.
So when you're done reading this, do some sort of fun expression... Ta Da!
Hugs,
Sharon