Beauty

Posted on February 2, 2022 by lovelylinda

Stopping at the library to pick up my curated bag of books, and I discovered these lovely ice sculptures outside. What joy! The sun was at the perfect angle to showcase them and the temperatures allowed my phone camera to work without freezing. Hurrah! The children must have made these as part of their outdoor story time. I love the creativity of finding activities to keep little ones engaged outside in the winter. My grandson is attending a forest school one day a week. He was thrilled that they made charcoal last week. They cut willow branches and stripped the bark with a knife (he got to use his special knife!) carved them and then added them to the outdoor fire. The community grows hardy children here!

My granddaughter at one years old, goes cross country skiing on her mom’s back. When they go zooming down the hills, she is saying, “Whee” even though her eyes are streaming water from the wind and cold. I love that spirit. I have to stay fit to keep up with them. I was on snowshoes while the others were on skiis. I was lagging behind after one of their downhills, though I could catch up on the uphill as I sprinted. My grandson slowed down to be next to me, telling me that he wanted to be with me. Sweet angel.

More of the children’s creations. My grandson and I will make our own now.

My night was full of dreams, then awake and drifting. One was heart pounding, I awoke and had to seek out a favorite book to calm my mind. I thought back to the rose moment of my day. My daughter does the rose practice with my grandson each night. She asks what was your thorn…..any difficult moment. What was your bud…..something you are intending or hoping for. What was your rose….the best moment of the day. My rose was sitting at my elder son’s house and hearing him play the first eight notes of the Pachabel Canon on the cello. He used to play it as a child on his violin. He is now teaching himself to play the cello. We both had tears in our eyes as the music lifted our hearts.

As I was driving to my son’s, my oil light indicator started flashing. I thought it was most likely due to my car not being driven for the past week or so when we had the negative double digit temperatures. Yet…..it might not be. I decided to take two minutes to turn around and go to the village garage. The owner came out, checked my oil then took it for a short drive to observe if the light came on. He said it was as I suspected and my oil was fine. He did check the sticker and see I was a bit overdue for an oil change. He suggested I drop my car in tomorrow to get it done. This is one of the joys of living in a small town. He knows me and will drop what he is doing to help me out. When he took my car for a drive, I ran the two houses away to mine to get some lemon bars that my grandson and I had made, to gift him. This morning when I dropped my car, I asked his wife how she liked the lemon bars….she asked, “What lemon bars?”. The young mechanic overheard and said that he and the owner had eaten them all! Next time, I will make sure she gets some.

Balloons filled with colored water and left outside to freeze. Beautiful globes.

Life is good. This morning I opened the curtains to a glorious sunrise. My grandson arrived for his school day with me. We went down to say hello to his cousin and uncle and ended up eating our breakfast together. My former hubby showed up with loaves of bread to bake as his oven stopped working. It was a spontaneous gathering which is one of the joys of living close together. I feel so blessed.

Slowing in the Cold

Posted on January 30, 2022 by lovelylinda

The sun is out, the sun is out! Woohoo. The temperatures are still below zero degrees fahrenheit but they will warm up with this sunshine. Yesterday was a day of stillness and quiet. I did not go outside except at sunset as I had glimpsed the glorious magenta spilling its beauty across the sky behind the barn. I ran out and climbed the hill to witness it as it faded to deepening blues as the sun truly set. The snow is deep and I had on my knee high winter boots but still managed to get snow down the back of one as I slid down the hill. Ah, time to change socks and stuff newspaper in the boot to dry.

The last of the light.

My day started with a feeling of loneliness as I listened to the family below begin their day with piano music and the little one’s sounds. Weekends are their family time and my time to rest from caring for my grandchildren. I sat with the feeling and watched it move. It became a feeling of appreciation for my lovely space where I can be in my own energy. Expansiveness followed as I breathed into the quiet. I laid on the couch with a library book that had a strange cover that put me off. The notes sounded intriguing but I had not felt drawn to it. The book turned out to be wonderful. It is called “The House In The Cerulean Sea”. It speaks to our outer differences and finding the beauty within each one. It is magical and delightful and brought deep joy to my day. The characters are still alive in me today and I sense will live for a time with me. They are a group of magical children with unusual gifts in an orphanage run by a man who is the last of his kind, a phoenix. One child is the antiChrist, his father being the devil, a female gnome, a shape shifter, a sprite, a wyvern, and a blob with eyes on stalks. A caseworker, steeped in the rules of the controllers arrives to write his report and is transformed by them all. It speaks to the conditions of our world today with all of its government controls and dark underbelly that is now becoming known. The main character has his heart cracked open and we witness the discomfort of discovering that his world was all based on lies. This is happening in present time and it takes strength to see with new eyes and let go of the programming and begin to trust what our hearts know as truth.

A friend sent me some meyer lemons as I was missing my tree. You cannot get them here. They are such a treat! I made lemon bars for everyone, even the librarian!

I have been using the library online books for the most part yet enjoy holding a book in my hands and being away from the computer screen. I do not wear a mask, it is my honoring of my own sovereignty that tells me that there was not a health reason, rather it was a means of control and submission. So, I go about my life and for the most part, I am not challenged. The local librarian has other ideas and does not allow use of the library without donning a mask. She and I have had discussions about this as it libraries are publicly funded spaces. The compromise is that I stand in the foyer of this lovely little library and she stands in the open door and shows books to me to choose from. Or she packages up a box of books, with notes as to what they are about and why she liked them and leaves them in the foyer on a table. The system works, we have agreed to disagree and I laugh as she hands me a bag of books, as we can be right next to one another. It highlights some of the ridiculousness of these times as well as the heart to heart connections that can be made. I went from feeling anger at not being able to use the library to now an appreciation for our relationship that has developed through it all. I sense that within the next month, all the restrictions and mandates will fall away and it will become a distant memory. I pray for this, especially for the end of the vaccines.

Barbed wire wreaths…lovely!

The day allowed me a nap, a letting go of projects that lay about, a tuning in. We are so programmed to do and not be. We do not value the beingness and yet that is where the true treasure lies. I spoke with my elder son during the day as he was lying in bed slowing awakening from a nap with the sun on his face. Imagine the joy that he radiated as he reveled in that warmth and beauty. That is what changes our world. The feelings of oneness, of wonder, of joy. My grandchildren give me these opportunities to experience the wonder more fully as they discover rainbows from a crystal or how the light switch works, or the joy of clapping one’s hands. The more spaces we can find ourselves being, the more space we offer one another and this earth. It is through our joy, our knowing that we are worthy not because of what we do, rather by the essence of our beingness. I am here allowing God to breathe through my body, allowing experiences to be felt and recorded, allowing lovelight to flow.

I have been watching a bit of the truckers’ convoy in Canada. What is wondrous is the feeling of joy that folks are experiencing. The support, the coming together after two years of separateness, the unity all fill the field with love. That is what is changing our world. The inner feelings that then move out to create form in this physical world of ours.

A birthday box of magic from my sister. such a treat. Love in a box!

I was out at a restaurant with my former hubby….an rare treat for me as I do not go out in the evenings for the most part. As we were enjoying our meal as well as the musician who was singing and playing his guitar, a wave of love came over me. Tears followed as my heart felt my partner’s deceased mother. She was a fierce lover. Alcohol could make her fierce in not fun ways but it was the essence of her that flowed through my heart. She was love. She held huge love for all who were hers. I felt such gratitude to feel her essence and to know that is what we can hold for one another. Our personality selves can be so small and yet our hearts are as wide as the universe. It is a time of wonder as our I AM presences integrate into our bodies more and more. Our personality selves are dissolving into the field of love as divine will moves through us, rather than the limiting human will.

In every moment, we can lean back and allow ourselves rest in that love. We can trust our higher selves to run the show, we can trust our hearts to be our map. We can allow the lovelight free passage through our bodies, keeping our hearts open in all ways. It is a time of flow, of letting go, of deep trust. Magic and miracles abound when we take the time to be with them.

22 in 2022

Posted on January 22, 2022 by lovelylinda

Today is my birthday…..the 22nd in this 2022 year and it is currently -22 degrees Fahrenheit. I am hitting all the numbers and am 66 years old. I am loving these master numbers. I feel grateful that I have made it to this year…..the year that love truly reigns. The year where the chalice of my heart, truly fills. I intend to radiate the highest frequency of liquidlovelight that I can. More and more is pouring in each day and I am full of delight to offer the chalice of my heart as a conduit.

Baking treats for my loves is one of my winter joys.

It is so interesting how my life has cycled through so many different energies. For a time, I traveled to do my earth work, going where guided, having visions, following threads of knowing that moved on the ethers. It then changed to a cycle of being a grandma, more physical in some ways. The magic coming through the shine in these two grandbabies’ eyes. Sparkly beings radiating lovelight. A life of family restored, dinners and games, sledding and swimming. It has been wonderful to be in a rural landscape as it offers so much nurturing presence. I have been solitary yet connected to my family by love which has helped me weather these past couple of years.

I have dropped away from anything outside of me, feeling the inner peace. Done with seeking, the desire to know more, the spiritual game. We are constantly growing. I read a book recently set in Ireland and the story told some dire consequences of the heavy Catholic belief system. My, that church did some deep damage throughout the generations. That was part of mine to clear. Then the New Age movement came and it too had some heavy programming to clear. It feels good to be right here. Centered in my heart with those I love about me. Accepting all of my life as a gift from me to me. Every challenge and heart break here to grow my soul.

There is something new brewing. I am standing at the precipice. My heart is on fire with the joy of it, the magic and wonder that I have known was to come. We can take down the shields, the armor can drop off, this is a time to open wide. Every dream that we held down deep in a corner of our hearts, can come out to the light of day. Fear has departed. We can openly love everyone and everything. Decades after my sister said those words to me, “I want to love everyone, that is how it should be.”, I know them to be true. She could not bear the state of the world with its pain and suffering and so took her life. At the time, I had told her that kind of thinking was “crazy”. Yet she was as sane as could be. She was right. That is the world we came to live. It required us to stay in our bodies, keep raising our frequencies, clearing all the generational pain from our beings, trust that our time would come. Some souls were too sensitive to live all that pain. She was one of those souls and I bless her for what she did live. I am grateful to still have a body and to now live what I came to live.

Let us live our love outloud. Let us shine it, be it, bring it. We are the love brigade, here to move this planet from the age of separation to the age of unity and love. Congratulations to each one of us! We have done it. God bless us.

Winter!

Posted on January 11, 2022 by lovelylinda

There is a beauty that comes with a blanket of white snow that is wondrous. I was able to take a snowshoe hike from my home on the recently opened snowmobile paths. There are thousands of miles of trails across Vermont and other northern states that open in the winter. Farmers agree to open their fences and gates to allow the snowmobile riders free access to zoom across their fields. There are also miles upon miles of groomed cross country ski trails in the town where I live. I have not taken up that challenge yet..you have to know and purchase different kinds of skiis for different conditions. It is more work than snow shoeing so I have stayed with that for now. My grandson has racing skate skiis as well as regular cross country skiis as part of his ski club training. It looks like fun and perhaps at some point I will make all the purchases and take lessons but for now the snow shoes fit my budget and desires.

As I was snowshoeing along, I thought of friends that I wished were there with me. I miss having friends to take walks with. I have my family and enjoy time outside with them, especially my grandson who keeps me young, by sledding and tumbling in the snow with him. Yet, I was craving a peer to enjoy the beauty with. Then I realized how I enjoy the silence in the woods, the sound of my breath, the movement of the branches as snow weights them down, the freedom to choose my path forward. I imagined a friend with me, felt her heart and knew that she was walking next to me. I can have the silence and the companionship!

Today is sunny and very cold. -14 degrees with a wind chill that brings it down another 10 degrees. Brrr! I had a dentist appointment this morning in the next town over but cancelled it. It simply is too cold to be out and about unless it is a necessity. I will take a short walk to get some sun on my face but no lingering outside. My fingertips and toes grow numb quickly in these temperatures despite good gear.

I have a sewing project to do today and have gotten out my knitting needles and yarn to see if I can take it up again. It has been decades but I discovered that youtube has tutorials that may help me get back into the rhythm of it. Lovely that folks take the time to share their expertise with others. A different world than what I grew up in or even raised my kids in. It was libraries and card catalogs to find out any information.

Flower websites are a lovely distraction in this cold. I have been searching for old fashioned roses that grow in this zone 3B climate. Not a lot but there are some available. I used to have a rose garden, that was added to every Mother’s Day by my kids. I had only very fragrant roses….pinks and peaches and creams. It was my delight. It is time to have that in my life once again. I do not own property but live here at my son and daughter-in-love’s place and they have room for roses. The bigger property of my former hubby that holds the rest of the family, has acres of meadow space to grow in. It is sandy soil so we are intending to try lavender plants this year. There are a few old fashioned red roses on the place that offer a lovely fragrance. It will be wonderful to add in some more plants in the pink-cream range that I love.

We live in a time of little permanence as all changes so quickly. Yet, there is the energy of creation and beauty that calls. I think of folks eating all the delicious citrus and stone fruit that we planted in California. They are enjoying the fruits of our efforts and it is time to dig in here in Vermont and see what we can create. Even with a shorter growing season, there is so much beauty that is possible. I am amazed at the vibrancy of plants that return each spring to dazzle the senses. After a monochromatic landscape, the flowers’ colors seem richer in their impact on my senses.

There is a layer of ice under the snow that makes walking outside treacherous. I have grippers to wear on my boots and a dear son who salts and clears my walkway each morning. We took a walk yesterday late in the afternoon up the hill to see a neighbor’s cow and pony that he keeps for his young daughter. My granddaughter, at almost one year’s old, can say “moo” and likes to go visit the cow and listen to his moo. She rides high in her backpack on one of her parents’ shoulders, her round rosy face poking out as she looks about. Once she is older, winter will be a magical time for her. My grandson, at six years old is in love with it. He gets to help clear trails in the woods with his grandfather, go sledding with friends, build forts and snowmen, cross country ski, skate on a neighbor’s pond with bonfires and treats. Outdoors is a paradise.

A deer statue peeking out at the local cemetery that I can snowshoe to.

I am grateful to see it all through these young ones’ eyes. Everything is a discovery and there is enjoyment in it all. It helps me keep my sense of wonder as I see the patterns of frost on the windows in the mornings, the icicles dripping as the sun hits them, the magic of the trees coated in snow, the ponds and creeks frozen over with layers of ice, with currents of water rushing under and through. May the magic of nature fill our hearts and keep us warmly glowing.

Dreamy

Posted on January 4, 2022 by lovelylinda

Hearts show up everywhere. My grandson loves to find them for me.

The wheel of the calendar has turned and I lose track of where I am. A new year that may see time dissolve as a measuring stick. There is a dreaminess to the landscape that I am floating in, upon. I show up for my grandchildren, hitting the mark of time that their parents need. Other than that, I drift. I read. I watch videos or read books online, go for short walks in woods blanketed in snow, lie on the couch and watch fat snowflakes dance outside.

Today, my fingertips went numb inside my heavy gloves, my driver’s side door froze. Hitting the zero and below temperatures of winter that require some focus to navigate. I pulled a sled filled with firewood my former hubby cut in his woods and my grandson helped load. Back and forth, woods to house, house to woods. Abundance and warmth present in the loads, knowing an aliveness offered in all aspects of the cycle.

Sunset blazing out my back window tonight.

It is difficult to project ahead as it has no weight to it, no anchor. I use notes to myself, timers on my phone as reminders to enable me to show up and do the few tasks that are yet mine. I sense myself in all of it, but do not really feel attached to who I am. I see versions of myself, snapshots of times. Nothing has weight or even connection. Movement within, without. No tethers to this drifting. As if I am riding alongside this life, I stop and get out to shoot a scene, then get back in a vehicle that transports me to the next scene. I do not direct it….all happens of its own accord. I trust the design, the timing, the sets, the characters. All showing up for me, for my expansion and growth. Even those words seem empty and old. There is only this.

Wood piles and snow.

I no longer study my lines, try to set the stage in any way. There is not a sense of getting it right or getting it wrong. It is. I AM. My heart feels the love. I intend love moving through it all. It is a peaceful place, this drifting space. As though I am an octave away from life. I feel a great tenderness for us all, a love that permeates everything. I am in everything and yet removed.

A swirl of energy will surge up and catch me, engaging me in some old pattern. It takes me up and away until it drops me out. I wonder at the intensity. How did that happen, what was that? Then the drifting again. The lines are dissolving and the spirals opening or tightening as they are want to do. We are moving at lightening speed as we stand still. The cosmos dances and my body slumbers. I feel the speed and the stillness. All awash in lovelight.

Welcome 2022

Posted on January 1, 2022 by lovelylinda

My heart rejoices that I am still in a body, even if my bones feel a thousand years old. I am a master builder, born on the 22nd of this month, born of parents also born on the 22nd. A triangle, a pyramid of light that propels me into a new role this year. So many of us have held the vision of the new, lived the frequency that separated us out from the crowd, in ways that were not easy. Now we take a deep breath. Now we let it all down, we let go.

The new is here. It is anchored and grounded through so many beautiful hearts. My heart offers a deep bow to these ones who have lived their truth when it did not align to what society deemed the path to be. Now the matrix is dissolving, the truths are coming out fast and furious, the world is waking up to who truly holds the power.

We are the powerful creators. We created this time of separation and domination. Now that story is ending and we are free to create anew. What does your heart yearn for? Freedom on every level is beating in the collective consciousness. All are coded to awaken to their own beauty and truth at a time set by themselves before coming to live on this magical planet of ours.

What a relief I feel! It is done. All is moving into more love, more light. Our hearts are melting with the lovelight streaming in. Old traumas, pains, suffering are rising like mists from the landscape of our hearts. Dissolving in the truth of love. We are left with a pristine landscape that will accept our new brushstrokes. We can create a world beyond anything we can imagine.

There is no going back “to normal”. The old way was one of enslavement and misery. Such tender, courageous hearts we are to have survived it all and come to know life anew. Reach for the stars. Be as tender with this new landscape of your heart as you would a newborn babe. Allow time to sit with yourself, rocking and soothing all that presents. Let it all dissolve as you witness it arise….let the mists transform all of the old weight, into the new light that vibrates to the tone of love. As we each tend the fires of our hearts, the new earth is born. Look into your own eyes and those of all whom you meet, and give a greeting and blessing of love. We are here, we are ONE and life has just begun.

Ever the Call to Deeper Love

Posted on December 7, 2021 by lovelylinda

A dove of peace resting in the tiny tree…my Christmas tree cut with my grandson. We have matching tiny trees.

These times call us all ever higher, to walk in our truth. We are being called to live our mastery in every moment of our lives. How to find peace in the midst of a storm? The outer world presents greater and greater upheaval and distortions. It seems we are in a tiny skiff, trying to stay afloat as huge waves threaten to overwhelm us.

Yet, the waves are fears, manufactured to keep us destabilized. Who do we cry out to when it feels as if all is lost? Do we turn to our government, to the “science” that the mass media present, the pharmaceutical companies, the financial institutions or the churches?

Has the outer noise and confusion been enough to see us taking the step that our souls know leads us home. The step inward, the journey to our own hearts’ knowing. With a deep breath, we can step into a sanctuary of peace and love. We can rest in our own lovelight that has always been there, awaiting us.

The challenges come through our loved ones, through our communities…..whether you live a semi- hermit like existence like me or one fully engaged with others, your higher self will bring you opportunities for growth, for expansion. This fills me with awe, how I have gifted myself with everything that I need, every step of the way.

For now, my challenge comes in finding my way to hold love and honoring for one dear to my heart, as our frequencies no longer align. How to honor the holiness of this one’s path, while honoring my own. Our paths still cross due to the nature of our relationship so I cannot simply avoid meeting nor sever the relationship. I am a sword carrier, used to wielding a flame of truth when called to. I have done this with harshness and fierceness at times. Now I am being called to a new way. How to be at peace and express love while holding true to myself.

Old churches dot the landscape here, many struggling for membership or abandoned. May we come to worship at the inner church of our hearts.

It is easier, as the frequencies have risen on the planet, to find oneself in the observer role. To pull back, and seek the bigger picture. I am being called to greater mastery, as we all are, to remembrance of our true selves. Silence offers assistance as a navigational tool. I have used my voice, my anger, my engagement to be the wall for shadow selves to be presented against. My own shadow self is visible as I view these old methods and see their limits. The physical and emotional bodies assist as fatigue takes its toll. To engage with another’s shadow, is exhausting work. My body tells me that is no longer the path. Everyone comes to face their truth when the soul is ready. We have spent lifetimes lifting others up, holding space for them to move. The times have changed. It is time for self care, for nurturing, for rest. The way of battling has changed form. When all is viewed through the lens of oneness, there can be no other. There are only faces of the oneness. How do I walk in harmony with the all as well as maintain my own lovelight in truth?

We are birthing the Christ child within.

There is the inner world that is calling for my attention. The outer world of the personality self has lessened its hold over the years. The mother role has been a dominant theme in this lifetime. Years ago, on Mount Shasta, ( a sacred site in Northern California) I was asked to grow into my planetary motherhood and hold a more expansive love. I was shown its fierce face by a divine feminine being, Mother Sekhmet, who infused me with the knowing of what that felt like. A compassionate love that was truth and did not pander to sentimentality nor sympathy. Now, I am being asked to refine this, to walk it in a new way. Mother Mary, who has been my mentor for eons of time, is present with me in this holy season of love with her gentleness and grace. Moment to moment, I am seeking my way. There is no known path that I can clearly see. My heartlight is my guide, my illumination. I am called to rest and pause. I do not need to react, rather to feel my way to flow with a gentleness that holds firm. Seemingly opposites playing out in this world on so many levels. How to be all of it, to hold both sides in love. Ah, at times the pressure brings out the sweat on my brow as it were, as my heart gets a work out to BE this.

Nature shows us her fiery love at dawn and dusk.

To find the balance, to show up for loved ones yet not give away my inner peace that fuels my ability to be who I came to be at this time in our story. I came to hold a frequency of the new. I am a master builder and vision keeper. We are at the gateway to building a new earth. Our higher purpose fuels our walk now as our Christed self inhabits more of our physical form.

It is not time for distractions, for living untruths. There is no energy available to explain to others the withdrawal from frequencies that drain. Only in stepping back, can I honor myself and another’s path. To flow the lovelight always, a stream that has no end. Yet, to allow myself what is needed to keep that love’s flame alive and burning bright. To be willing to appear as unloving to another in order to be love.

My grandson and I look for and notice, all the ways that we are reminded that we are loved. Hearts abound.

None of this is new. I could say that I have walked this path for decades. Yet, always there is a refinement, a new cycle that calls for a deepening. Our souls, pulling us closer to our hearts’ truth. To rest in the unknowing with peace and trust. To know my own voice, to listen and follow my own wisdom and allow all to shift and change, moment to moment.

Not for the faint of heart, this path of ours! God bless us all as we live these times of the ending of an age on this earth. May we keep our flames ever alight as we stand for truth and beauty.

The Season of Gratitude

Posted on November 13, 2021 by lovelylinda

The dying milkweed releases its seeds of new life. We are in this same process now.

The chaos swirls around us and can sweep us up into its eye. There are times that I feel like an old sock, wrung out and limp. There are times that I feel like a balloon, blown up so that my belly is a drum that calls for my loosest pants. There are times where I lie upon this almost frozen ground of Northern Vermont, my face turned to the sun, my bare feet on the ground and I feel that I am plugged into a battery that recharges my system. There are times that I cannot venture outside despite the sun beckoning. There are times that lying on the couch, snacking and watching videos consumes hours so that my body rests. There are times where there is no sleep as my heart is on fire with pain or my body tired but wired with energy flowing. There are times when sharp pains come and go, times where the pain lingers and keeps me close to my nest.

Thank goodness my heart has a flame of faith that burns bright. It holds an image of the new world that I desire for myself, my children, my grandbabies, and theirs, to live in. My heart sings the notes of harmony, of peace and bliss. I know that I am in place for this transition. I am grateful for all the softness that I arranged and granted myself in this lifetime. Dear friends, who uplift me and carry my heart when it is heavy with pain. I have not found friends here since our move a year and a half ago, except for a couple of dear hearts. Yet the ones I call and communicate with, but can no longer physically be with, are my anchors in this new world. How grateful I am for each one. My three adult children are lights that hold me in their embrace and nourish me with hugs and love. My former hubby, my daughter-in-love add to the strength of my days here. My two grandchildren are pure flames of love that enrich each of my days. Their eyes are jewels, sparkling so, that at times, I almost reel from the power of their lovelight.

Gratitude flows easily, even when I am feeling the extremity of some new horror appearing on the world’s screen. The children are my hearts, the new experimental drug that is being offered to them, took me through nights of despair as I felt every intent behind this injection. I had to feel it all the way through, processing it through my body, so as to know deeply every nuance of its frequency. After wrestling with this for three days and nights, I came out on the other side knowing that my job now is to hold the children in love and ask for the highest possible outcome. I trust the greater plan to awaken more people to what is taking place in this matrix world, though it hurts my heart that children are being used in this way . As a grandmother, I stand with the other wise women in this world, to harmonize and bring all to the lovelight. May parents wake up and stand guard before their children and protect the light that they are.

The last of flowering bushes, each bud in the shape of a heart!

My days give ample opportunities for gratitude. A ten minute walk takes me to the organic farm where I pick up my fresh veggie allotment for the week. All winter long, their greenhouses produce fresh sprouts and greens, vibrant and alive. They provide recipes that help me know what to do with some veggies that I am not familiar with. Closer still is the organic meat stand where I can buy meat that has been raised here, by loving owners who care for their animals in the best ways. There is a general store that sells organic supplies, a village store that sells whatever else is needed. Our friends who keep a few cows, provide us with organic raw milk that is topped with so much cream, I find myself patting and thanking the cows when I am out at the farm. A post office with friendly workers and trails that weave in and out of the village for snowmobiles and skiers. I will be a snowshoer, free to use the paths also. It is wonderful that landowners around here, rearrange their fences in the winter in order to allow the hundred miles of trails that the local outdoor center, keeps groomed. We have yet to have snow though it is in the forecast.

The last of the color of autumn.

The best is my nine month old granddaughter who has learned to crawl to and knock on the connecting door between the downstairs and my upstairs apartment. She lets me know that she wants to come up for a visit. I am blessed that my son and daughter-in-love, have turned the upstairs of their farmhouse, into this space. My former hubby, both sons and I, worked to create a kitchen and living room from two of the three bedrooms. There remains one large bedroom with space for the six year old’s more physical imaginary play…jump off the bed, tumble on the floor, run around. I homeschool him a couple of mornings a week, while my daughter works. It is such a joy to see him reading! It is one thing that I have always loved to teach and that I promised all my kids I would do for their children, as I did for them. I am grateful to be here to fulfill this desire.

Thanksgiving approaches in less than two weeks time and its energy is flowing strongly through me. I feel the richness and depth of joy that is possible with connection and love. I breathe this out to all of humanity, that all be cherished, that all know love and that they are love. That everyone has a place where they are needed, where they are honored for who they are. May we hold steady as the old falls around us. May we not be swept into the whirlwind of collapse, but hold the center of peace. This is who we are, this is what we do. God bless us all.

Autumn…..the Harvest

Posted on September 29, 2021 by lovelylinda

Autumn is my season….the colors suit my being, as the browns, greens, golds, burnt oranges and fiery reds mirror my hair and eyes and part of my nature. My body comes alive in the cooler temperatures. My senses are heightened by the sharpness of the trees’ colors, the fermenting smell of apples that have fallen along roadsides and paths, the wind that rustles the leaves, the taste of fall squashes, the crunch of fresh apples, the feel of soft wool underclothes and warm sweaters against my skin. All invigorates my being with a pulsing energy.

Wood piles awaiting stacking.

It is a time to stack wood in preparation for the coming winter, to preserve the summer’s bounty in freezer and jars. To switch out the bathing suits and summer clothes for the winter gear. Boots, mittens, hats, scarves come out of their cedar infused boxes. The winter wardrobe requires more space in closets and drawers. Flannel sheets replace the cotton and wool rugs are unrolled to cover the planks of the wood floors. The heavier curtains are hung to keep the coming icy air at bay. Slippers cover once bare feet indoors though I am still taking barefoot walks for as long as my feet can handle it. Not much longer as the ground begins its freeze.

There is a part of me that thrives on this intentional shift, the gearing up for the winter. I look forward to the darkening days, where the long evenings of quiet sitting by the fire with books and crafts on my lap. Time to turn from the sewing machine to hand stitching and knitting. Easy projects that do not engage my mind, rather my hands while my spirit soars.

We are on the cusp of the new age, the time of love returning. All that we have held deep within our hearts that has been so battered and bruised, may now come out to be felt. Our weary hearts are called to open anew and hold our banners high of dreams so beautiful that our eyes blink at the intensity of color and form. Love that the little ones know, they shine it out of eyes that sparkle and smiles that light up the room. I am so blessed to be with two grandchildren who emanate this new lovelight in every moment. They refuel me, infuse me with their joy.

The book of love is now open. It has been hidden so deep within as we navigated this world of duality. Now all returns to unity. To oneness and sovereignty. We stand whole and true and our radiance calls to us all that wishes to play in this new loveland.

It is time to shake off the weight of the past, to bless and forgive the sorrows, to don new garments of light. Imagine new flowers and plants, new animals and skies. Imagine our bodies radiant and flowing. Oh my, there is so much ahead. As we turn on our heartlights to high beam, we will find our way to loveland. We will light up one another’s hearts and fill the chalices of our being. This is our work, this is our play, this is our truth. To live in love with everything and everyone. Yes, we can do this!

Surrendering to Pain and its Lessons

Posted on July 8, 2021 by lovelylinda

The windmill atop the hill behind the house.

It has been about ten days or so of pain and discomfort in my back. I have had back issues on and off for years yet none have taken so long to resolve. My body is strong in its willingness to do as I ask of it, when I ask. Now, it asks me to move in a new way, a new energy. My old way held a gritting my teeth energy. I had thought that long behind me since I stepped onto this path of beingness over a decade ago. Yet, the recent move of our family brought out my old “can do” energy despite my knowing that I was to walk it differently.

Homemade naan bread and fresh delights by my daughter-in-love.

This has been a deep surrender on much more than only the physical level. I have had to have help which my family has graciously given. They have taken it in turns, to make sure that I have had food and assistance as well as company and a showering of love. One morning, my former hubby came to check in and make me breakfast. I was not feeling hungry and started to say so when I heard, “The food is the vehicle for the love. Accept the love and allow it to nourish you.” Yes, I allowed and ate the love that created it. I had thought myself balanced on the receiving end after a half century of the giving side. I was raised to believe that love came through service, and I emptied my well of self over and over in pursuit of that love. These days have shown where I still held remnants of that belief that I had to be giving in order to be loved. I have sunk into the love given with a deep sigh of gratitude and appreciation.

I have been moved to stillness, to a time of drifting. I have turned to my old coping mechanisms; books, movies, sweets. All having their place yet not touching what needed touching within. I have felt the loosening of bonds. I have watched myself react in old ways, the attempting to control, fix or change people or circumstances. Of wanting all to feel comfort and softness. There is a falling away as the energy does not hold….it dissipates as I form it. I am now sensing the old reaction form and knowing that I can watch it and allow it to recede without moving to form. I can bear witness to all these aspects of self and feel compassion and love for myself and all of us. We are such tender beings. Oh, how we strive and work to be more. Our own beauty and mastery eclipsed by the story of not being enough.

Vibrant poppies outside my door.

Each day, more falls away. The pain has moved to discomfort, my body keeping me in check if my mind harbors an idea of what I will do. Slowly, slowing down to its pace. Movements careful and full of presence or the spasms take over. Grateful for the easing that is happening, the greater connection to this beautiful body that has held up through so much heaviness with few complaints. Letting go of any idea of how each day, each hour will be. Allowing myself this drifting, the ability to rise without using a prop and then needing the prop once again. Back and forth, surrendering to what presents, to what I am called to.

The new comes closer, on the edge of my awareness, a dream like quality of joy. If I turn and feel for it directly, it moves away. The stillness invites it in. I lie here dreamweaving the future I choose to live in. The future where we are free to love everything and everyone. The future that my grandchildren embody, their eyes ablaze with starlight beams from home. My sweet five month old granddaughter takes me breath away each time I see her, whether it has been an hour or a day. She is so bright! Fortunately, I live above her in a beautiful space that allows me freedom to dream as well as easy access to the love of my son’s family below me. Sweetness.

I know the privilege of space and time that I have. As I sink deeper into the dream and weave the lovelight that I am, I feel all hearts’ desiring for this new world. May we all dream it together and relish all the moments along the way. We are awesome creators. We are beautiful. May we all come to know our own beauty.

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