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  • Shadows

    March 8, 2008
    Poetry

    The calm of morning greets me
    an emptiness takes hold
    your arms replaced by words
    and gifts you left behind

    Sorrow not for knowing
    the sacred moments held
    of growth and delicious comfort
    and peaceful souls entwined

    Time is not the master
    a spec is deeper still
    than years of painful longing
    to experience the thrill

    Hope is deep within me
    for healing and for peace
    for reaching love of self
    and accepting someone else

    Fear not brave soul
    you’re perfect as you are
    love will find a path
    and play a song for you

    The gift of you was plentiful
    nothing can replace
    thank you for the moments
    shadows cannot erase

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  • Geminis and…

    March 7, 2008
    Motherly Love

    A friend and I performed an autopsy on our birth charts last night. Interesting stuff. I’m going to delve into this for my children to help me better understand what makes them tick. They are both Geminis, birthdays exactly two weeks apart and neither one an annoying person “on the cusp”.

    But they are completely different on many fronts. KD (almost seven) is a quick thinker, likes to keep the peace, has a very rational mind and not prone to expressing his inner most feelings, publicly or privately.

    JB (almost five) rants, raves, explodes and covers his emotions with humour…hmmm sounds like someone in my mirror. Unlike his brother though, who seems to side-step emotional stuff, JB absorbs it and it surfaces during the quiet times. This past Saturday at the museum, an Osprey exhibit (the Osprey is Nova Scotia’s provincial bird) included a male and female Osprey waked under glass. Their little legs were crossed and pins held their beaks back.

    At one point I spotted JB hanging around the exhibit, staring intently at their faces. That night in bed he choked out his thoughts, “remember those birds at the museum? That was sad. How did they die?”

    Don’t get me wrong, KD is no cold fish. He is warm, loving and affectionate, he simply diverts himself from troubling emotions. Last summer when their paternal grandmother was sick, KD’s reaction was to say, “everything will be ok.” Whereas, JB wanted us to hold hands and pray for her and he sobbed himself to sleep with worry.

    With a pretty clear understanding of who I am, it’s time to start focusing on my kids. I likely won’t share my findings with them as I don’t want to peg them into neat planetary compartments that create limitations in their minds.

    I believe we are impacted by the stars but our thoughts and intentions can bump them out of orbit to create the life we want.

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  • Say something funny before I lay down tonight

    March 3, 2008
    Just thinking, Motherly Love

    The past few weeks have taken me on a pretty sweet ride and I want to acknowledge that I’ve had some help along the way. Many people in this blogosphere and those peddling their soulful wares online have taken me someplace new. A place where I dared not tread before. The sweet smell of confidence is my perfume and I’m grateful to those who churn away day in and day out to bring forth their truths and share their lives and learnings. I’m tickled that I’ve come this far in such a short time. Only six months ago I was lost in despair, desperate to understand the meaning behind everything and completely attached to things out of my control. Now, I’m content, relaxed enough to enjoy the universe with all is subtleties, nuances and suprises.

    Yet, I still yell at my kids. Why is this? They haven’t done anything wrong. I need a mantra to repeat when I’m losing my patience so they can be spared the confusion of someone they love flinging such nonsense at them. What I’m doing to them strips me bare. I’m aware, yet not able to command myself to breathe through it. I took six breaks this morning, at least, to separate myself from them. I know they are kids and kids don’t always listen. I know they respond better to whispers. I know they love me and I love them unconditionally. What they do isn’t the end of the world, but it has a disrespectful element that irks me to the point of ire. Logically, I know it will pass. I know they test me, that’s their job and they are good at it. I hate failing the test.

    An affirmation brought me something wonderful. Perhaps a new one will bring me more patience with my children.

    “I am a patient mother. I offer love and respect and receive it in return. Our home is a happy one.”

    That should do it. I’ll let you know how I do.

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  • Purpose

    March 3, 2008
    Poetry

    Telling the truth to myself
    seeing the sun shine again
    feeling a sense of meaning
    within the communion

    Washing the soul with light
    feeding the powerful beast
    finding comfort in hope
    and dreams of his hand in mine

    Looking forward, never back
    except to examine the path
    absorbing myself in the future
    releasing the pain of the past

    Surely life is my creation
    my thoughts build a castle of stone
    safe inside I slumber
    not feeling the sting of the cold

    Rain may come and flood me
    but sun will surely shine
    leaving me only refreshed
    a speck in the absense of time

    Imagined or real
    it’s the same to the soul
    purpose carried by dreams
    to free the ego of shame

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  • Bedtime Stories have arrived

    March 1, 2008
    Experiences

    I was the lucky winner in one of Susan’s February draws. My booty arrived on Thursday and is sitting gently bedside. Sadly, I’ll be reading silently tonight.  I skimmed it briefly and me thinks it will bring lots to smile about. I’ll be back to let you know all about it. Thanks Susan and UPS.

    The boys and I visited the Museum today. Headed out in a snow storm, against my better judgement. We enjoyed the Polar Bear exhibit, igloo, the Trace Fossils Mystery and, of course, Gus, Gus the Gopher Tortoise. Having worked at the museum for two years, it was nice to be back and I ran into some former colleagues. The Trace Fossils Mystery exhibit reminded me of my friend Deb, the Curator of Geology at the Museum. Deb and Zoom looked after Mandy this summer and she adapted Mandy into new routines that I thought were unreachable. A woman of many talents, whom I’m very grateful to. Hope you’re doing well Deb! I think of you often.

    After the gift shop, we headed for home. I put our packages in the front seat along with my purse and keys. For some reason, when I closed the door, it locked. So, here we are, fort knox for a car and driving snow accumulating fast. Fortunately, my cell phone was in my pocket so a quick call to Dad set the wheels in motion, so to speak. An hour and a half later, we were on our way, gingerly making our way home. We did fine until we reached the driveway. I skidded coming in so thought I would try again, and again, and again. Then backwards, and again and again. Finally, I parked it just shy of the street. “The first one was the best Mom,” KD piped. “I know honey and I’m sorry for swearing so much.”

    I’ve said it before:  sometimes your ex can still be your best friend…and today proved it once again.

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  • Dazed

    March 1, 2008
    Poetry

    Screaming wildly at the night
    Silently my voice ripples
    Only the soul feels my pain
    Only the darkness sees me

    Lost hunting, wondering
    Prey falls before me
    Lapping up the hope
    Giving way to hunger

    Yesterday tickles the old soul
    Replaying dreams forgotten 
    Lives lived a thousand times
    To harvest this moment

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  • Hitting the wall

    February 28, 2008
    Experiences

    So following an amazing couple weeks with Jimmie, learning new songs and playing for real people, reality slammed hard tonight when I “had difficulty” playing melodies in second position. I had two solid weeks to learn, but chose to spend my time on new material to add to my repertoire. Roger was patient…wait…no he wasn’t…he was amused and I’m sure slightly agitated. “That was the slowest Marianne I ever heard,” he laughed, “Come on girl, you know this stuff.”

    I’ll get it. Promised by next week my mind will toss aside thinking and absorb something new.  Let it wash over me, till I’m refreshed. Still, I’m doing pretty good and Roger doesn’t deny that, but I’m reminded how much there is to learn, if in fact the learning ends at all. Sounds like life to me.

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  • Protected: Release

    Poetry

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  • The haunting

    February 25, 2008
    Just thinking

    Here’s something I’m fairly certain about:

    It doesn’t matter where you’ve been. The most important thing is where you are going.

    I’ve often let the past hang around and drag me down. My thinking was that people would see my failures and missteps and judge my ability to achieve. That is wrong thinking on my part. Most people are so busy chasing their own fears away, they will see you only for what you have to offer.

    I believe that our successes are born of failure. We achieve by collecting lessons and bridging them to the future. Beginner’s luck is only there to give us a taste of how much we can accomplish through hard work and dedication to our dreams.

    And those dreams are allowed to change. For life to continually be fulfilling, we reach for the next accomplishment (big or small) to elevate our learning—sometimes about the world, sometimes about a certain subject matter—most importantly, about ourselves. Being present doesn’t mean we stay where we are, it simply means we fully experience where we are.

    It’s hard to let go of the past and to shake the fear of failure and success. But love is the opposite of fear and offering ourselves forgiveness and loving kindness is the only way to release what’s holding us back. Loving ourselves makes us brave.

    Besides, no one eulogizes the failures, real or imagined.

    For example, if I hadn’t released my fear:

    • I wouldn’t be a mother
    • I wouldn’t be playing the guitar
    • I wouldn’t be singing
    • I wouldn’t be successful in my field
    • I wouldn’t have so many close, meaningful friendships
    • I wouldn’t be loving a beautiful man
    • You wouldn’t be reading this.

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  • Can you hear the river?

    February 24, 2008
    Poetry

    Can you hear the river
    flowing through my soul?

    Can you hear the river
    earth and force its toll?

    Can you hear the river
    drinking up the rain?

    Can you hear the river
    causing no one pain?

    Can you hear the river
    gentle stops and starts?

    Can you hear the river
    deep within my heart?

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