MEDITATION AWARENESS IN THE RABBIT HOLE by Peno Hardesty

she was quiet--not silent--just quiet--almost as if she were mumbling to herself as she walked among the crowd--no one seemed to notice her although she was visible ----a small hand reached out toward her---almost as if reaching into dense fog in the hope of finding the sunlight----

grandmother--who is that?

truth--child of child--she is truth

blessings that we all might awaken and understand...............................

Behold, the Crocus by Barbara Carvallo

The Goddess saw a sad and empty space in the garden and said, “I will create a tiny jewel to place just there.  With golden stamen and velvety soft petals in many hues she will herald spring; for it is the little things that matter most.”  Behold, the Crocus.

Iris by Barbara Carvallo

The Goddess brings us Spring, rising out of the snow like a reminder to never stop hoping.

MOMENT OF MINDFULLNESS IN THE RABBIT HOLE by Peno Hardesty

 sought solitude tonight----in a small room of my simple home I sat alone--lights out---I treated myself to thoughts of kindness and appreciation----imaginary conversations with imaginary persons----my moments of reconciliation with myself---I sought solitude tonight--but only for a few moments----for too many thoughts of kindness---even if imaginary---would be too much to loose to the realities that await me when the lights are turned back on

found this tonight tucked inside an old book--
-handwritten -
-from a time
a lifetime ago--
-yesterday----
not ready to leave
having left a million times
abusive relationship
a lifetime ago
yesterday

we survived--not for ourself but for others --for others who do not know that they too can survive---we are blessed-
-reach out---
reach out

Grandmother Moon by Jackie B. Steele

Grandmother Moon waxing towards fullness in the Constellation Of Virgo.
Also called Snow Crust Moon (in the North), Worm Moon, & Maple Sugar Moon.
The taps are going in.....
Sap is rising, birds are calling in Spring, the frozen lake sings and moans of breakup. 
The winds of change blow across our dancing emerald world,
Resonating Blessings....