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....

Goddess in Snow by Barbara Carvallo

Under this perfect mantle of snow little iris, Spring tulips, daffodils and honeysuckle wait their turn at the light. Goddess presides over all.

"My Dreams Are in Color" by Jackie B. Steel

There is a special place that I see where a maiden is dancing in the dazzling brilliance of a stars light. She is feeling and expressing how alive and unafraid she is. In Color I can feel her joy of life.

I see a small boy who has captured an injured bird to breathe warmth upon its small and fragile body. He laughs as the feathers are tickling inside his hands. In color he heals the bird and learns much about life. In light of his knowledge he sets the bird free into the winds of forever.

There is a rainbow that reach's from sky nation to the grass, in color I can see a gentle man nurturing this grassland and loving her. He touches and tends to life, the foods and herbs to sustain it. This gentle farmer, whose humble joy is the rain softly falling. His face holds lines from smiling broadly in the stars light.

I see a woman wading into the sea and reaching for the dolphins who laugh and play. In color she holds out her hands to embrace another life. This woman who delights in the rhythm of the sea that they share together so freely. In her heart she knows the peace and joy in allowing.

In this very special place even the turning of the world can transform the crystal laced forests of Winter to the fresh breezes of Spring. Turns and the fertile fullness of Summer to the color of change and completion of Autumn.

I see an old woman whose hands have given birth and cared for loved ones who have passed on. She will very wisely and abruptly cut away the end of a plants life so that its seeds can reach for the light without the shadow of its parent. In her eyes are the colors of mystery, and things we are bound to learn. This woman who delights in her cat and feeling that she IS love.

I hear an old man who continues the tale of how things were and on. This old man so enjoys telling of all the challenge and adventure that life has given him. In his being is the color of learning all he cared to know.

When the black and white of contracts and deeds, of governments and slaves, of rich and poor, of well being or illness start to close my view. I can remember and feel there is enough for all if we are wise in procreation. If we share gently and humanely. This I know with all that I am and my dreams are always in color.

Copyright:
J. Brandon Steele -1987