Learning From The Little Ones

Posted on July 14, 2022 by lovelylinda

Delphiniums lighting up the shed wall.

Today I spent time with both my grandchildren. At some point in the day, each of them got hurt in some manner. The 18 month old cried and made use of sounds and gestures to tell us what happened. Her dad held her as she cried it out and he acknowledged what had happened to her. Then she wanted to tell me the story. As she did, she cried again. Next she told her aunt and had another cry. She told her story and felt her emotions until they cleared. It was beautiful to witness.

How many of us would benefit from allowing ourselves to fully feel the hurt. We are trained to “get over it” quickly and move on. Yet, often the emotional pain remains and is not fully dissipated after the initial tears. To have our feelings acknowledged as we give them full rein is a freeing experience. To be able to tell of our hurts as many times as it takes to come to that place of peace frees us to be present for the next moment. In a matter of minutes, my granddaughter had recovered and was off to play with her cousin.

My grandson had a melt down at the end of our morning out at my former husband’s property. He wanted to bring home one of his big toys that stays out at the place. After his big explosion of tears and anger, I gathered him in my arms as he sobbed. Later we were able to talk about it calmly and feel appreciation for having two places to keep his toys.

A tiny cherry heart in my ice cream, reminding my of how I am loved and cherished.

What was so powerful and joyful for me, was seeing how my son and daughter have honed their abilities to be present through the emotional storms of their children. They are calm witnesses, there with acknowledgement and compassion. They listen and reflect the child’s pain or desires as well as provide clear guidance as to what is to happen. The boundaries provide safe containers for their children to thrive in.

I am learning to be a better listener, to sit with another’s pain, without trying to fix it or offer distraction from it. It is wonderful how each generation evolves to be better parents, more whole beings than the previous one. We are all getting better and better! Grandchildren offer us another opportunity to grow. I feel so blessed in this.

Steadfastness of Love

Posted on July 9, 2022 by lovelylinda

These times call for our hearts to stay on fire, to allow all emotions to be felt. As we open to everything, the feelings pass into the fiery furnace of our being to be lifted up in love. Our hearts are furnaces of love that will consume all the dross if we allow it. We have been programmed to close our hearts when heavy emotions arise. We are taught to shuttle them to another part of our body, hiding them away in our cells. Yet, our hearts will consume all the heaviness if we keep our heart flame alive. We do this by tending it, like any fire. It needs to be fed. Our hearts feed on love. As we stoke our flame with lovelight, it burns true and clear. It will transform everything given to it, into love. Just as a fire will consume cardboard, wood, plastic and food scraps, our hearts can consume all manner of hurts.

Sheltering from the rain, we can offer this shelter of love to one another.

Tonight I am lying here awake, feeling a hurt. There are some in the family who are hurting and my heart feels it all. I am stoking my inner flame of love as I know that love will transform it. I also know that there is an allowing of space for the emotion to burn through. As well, I know that I am to speak to those involved, the truth, as I see it. That is part of my mother’s role. To speak up when I see actions that are causing harm, most often unconsciously. Families can be a force that amplifies each member’s light. We can help lift one another up to walk as our best selves. We can hold one another accountable to that truest version of ourselves. I want to be held accountable when my actions are less than loving as we are here to grow in love. It can be painful to face ourselves when we fall short. What grace there is to be held in love as we look at our actions or words that did not hold love. That is the gift that family and friends can offer one another.

So, I lie here and fill myself with liquidlovelight. I stream it from my heart to each one who I hold so dear. I visualize it as a warmth surrounding them, a deep sense that they are cherished and seen in all of their radiant beauty. I see my heart’s beauty as it sends forth this light. I allow this lovelight to weave amongst our hearts, weaving its tapestry of strength, caring and love. How beautiful each one is. How beautiful our family mandala of light is.

Another of my heart confirmations from the universe, telling me that I am loved. They come to me in so many creative ways!

Now it expands. It flows out to other families, spiraling in ever increasing circles of liquidlovelght. Hearts being woven together, many strands of the One. There is so much love flowing to and on and around this planet……a love fest! Pastel ribbons shimmering as hearts open, one to another and on and on it flows.

The hot coal of hurt has lifted. My heart flame is burning bright with the love. It is so powerful and so steadfast. Amazing that we ever forget it. That we forget that we are rocked so gently in the arms of the Creator, always and forever. Every heart is our heart, beating a tune of love.

Now there is peace. Now I can sleep, knowing all will be resolved. All will come back to love. I call for our I AM presences to meet in the dream time to share this love and bring the memory back in the morning. May all awaken with joy filled hearts to a new day to love one another.

Glorious Morning

Posted on June 9, 2022 by lovelylinda

I awoke at 3 a.m., then 4 a.m. came around until finally at 4:30 a.m., I decided to heed the bird song calling me outside. The sky was inflamed with a orange rosy glow that lit the fire in my heart. I stood on my stoop and breathed it in. I then went for a walk, following that open sky to bathe in that light. I stopped by the creek, to watch the tumbling waters reflecting the sky glow. As I walked back to my place, I saw a rainbow arcing over the western sky. Wow, no rain, where did it come from? Such a magnificent surprise to begin my day. I went upstairs to my apartment to get my coffee grinder and beans. I took them out to the barn to grind as it makes a loud noise. I did not want to awaken my son and his family downstairs as with a one year old in residence, every hour of sleep is precious.

When I got back inside to make my coffee, a gentle rain began to fall. Mist filled the sky and I knew that I had experienced a blessing this morning. The rest of the day calls for a steady rain so I had my walk and beauty blast in that brief window of time.

Hearts greet me everywhere, my computer cord’s pattern this morning.

I am off to get a crown on a molar that had broken. I thought of the times when I have felt my true crown and the jewels on it. I know that I do wear one and have at times, been gifted with the knowing of a new jewel being earned. Today, I am going to imagine everyone’s crowns and feel their light shining through. This knowing makes my posture better as I hold my head high to carry it with grace. My grandchildren have this natural wonderful upright posture. The little one has just begun walking on her own. We were playing with bean bags and carrying them on our heads. She can take steps with one until she shakes her head in laughter and it falls.

Yesterday, I went out to my former hubby’s property with my grandson after we had finished our schooling. It had rained the night before so the three of us were working on clearing the meadow of sapling sprouts…….pines, firs and beech. It is satisfying work as you uproot them, especially when you are able to pull up a long root. My grandson used them like whips to hit along the ground. As we were crawling along, clearing in a sweep, we discovered that the wild strawberries were ripe. Oh my! Some as tiny as your littlest fingernail, others as big as your thumbnail. Tiny jewels of exquisite sweetness. We had a wonderful morning clearing and eating. It is a beautiful property that has a large few acre meadow surrounded by woods. It feels like a sanctuary. I will bring the little one out this weekend to enjoy a strawberry feast. Her little fingers will delight in picking the tiny red jewels.

Bouquets of wildflowers are once again available.

Life is made up of these moments. I have not had any extra energy to write in so long. All my being has been consumed with caring for my two grandchildren and working on the other planes of existence. I have felt fried by the intensity of the energies pouring in. It takes all energy for my body to receive and flow and anchor the light pouring in. At the same time, we are being our alchemist selves, transmuting the rising density into liquidlovelight. Whew!

I sense the easing flowing in as more and more of the heaviness gets lifted. There are days where I feel so buffeted by the harshness of the current matrix, that I want to wrap myself in a cocoon and sleep the time away. I am so ready to have more creative energy freed up for myself. We have poured out our light to bring in the new reality of peace and oneness. It is time to pass the baton to a new generation of awakening souls as we live the ease and joy that dances in our hearts. I am ready for this!

I want to sew and paint and write. I need space and freed up energy to begin any of these things. I took my first trip out of Vermont, after two years of being in place. It has been decades since I have remained in one place for so long. Always, trusting the timing and what my soul calls me to. I drove eight hours to meet my sister in our childhood happy place. She drove eight hours from the west and me from the east. It seemed fated that it was the halfway point for each of us and landed at my grandparents’ place where we spent much of our childhood. My grandparents’ house looked worse for wear which was a sadness. It was lovely to visit the pond of farmer friends’ and sit on the cabin’s porch swing and catch up on our lives. There was a breakfast with my mom’s sisters which was another catch up time. It was a sharing of love and care that warmed my heart. We took our youngest sister out of the nursing home for a picnic. I had not been back in decades to see these folks, as we had moved to California. It was interesting to be known as my maiden name….to reclaim an aspect of my younger self.

I had felt a bit under the weather before the drive but felt I was to go. A bad chest cold plagued me and made the time uncomfortable. I was grateful to make it back home as I did not feel strong enough to do the drive. I informed my higher self, that this was the end of harshness. I am up for flowing with ease and grace. I have spent years upon years, doing earth work. Now I desire and intend to use my energy to create beauty. To live as an example of ease and joy and lightness.

My grandson and I picked huge dandelion puffs to blow and make a wish on a recent walk. He asked me what I wished for. I had been thinking of a sweet little house of my own and expressed that as my wish. He humbled me when he related his wish that everyone was happy. Oh, these little angels of light have come shining love. I am grateful that I have these two little ones in my presence often. They remind me of the truth of love and keep me feeling the wonder of this earth.

Ice and Snow!

Posted on February 4, 2022 by lovelylinda

I awoke to a winter wonderland and the sound of snowplows in action. I had to push hard to move the snow piled up against my door and make my way outside. Usually, my son has cleared my door and walkway before I get out. Today, I was the first one making tracks in the snow. I had on my knee high -30 degree boots which are wonderful until you step in two feet of snow. The drifts were high and snow filled my boots. I hadn’t put on my snowpants which have a gusset to keep snow out. I shoveled for a time, clearing around my car. Then came in for a bit of rest and to take off the wet socks and pants and dress properly. I then joined my son, who was snowblowing the driveway. A light fluffy snow made the top layers easy to shovel. The ice layer beneath was more challenging.

Life is that way, we can float along until some emotion or circumstance takes us to that frozen layer inside. We have been conditioned to close off our hearts, turning off the heat of love, resulting in frozen areas. It takes intention and attention to heat these areas and allow the flame of love to flow freely. I was listening to an energy report for this month of February by Lee Harris. His mantra for the month was,

“I allow my heart to be lovingly reawakened this month.” I appreciated the word, lovingly, as it is a reminder that we can be so gentle with ourselves. Harshness and rules and conditions are no longer useful in this new energy. By loving ourselves, allowing the fires of our hearts to be fanned into flames slowly, we come alive more and more each moment. We begin to learn how to keep the fire steady, to keep the temperatures above that freezing mark. We determine that we will not close our heart passages. Just as we do not wish for blocked arteries in our physical heart, we can chose to not live with blocked passages in our feeling heart.

Here in the land of ice and snow, you have to keep your home above a certain temperature to avoid the dreaded frozen or burst pipes. If you do not tend to the insulation, the wood stove, the heat tape wrap for pipes in basements, and any other means of retaining heat, nature will create a big mess to clean up and repair.

Yesterday’s sunrise blazing.

We are learning to keep our heart flames alive in all manner of situations. Our old world is collapsing around us and it behooves us to have a flame to sit and nurture ourselves by. As the noise of the outer world increases, as fears are running rampant, we have need of that quiet inner space that offers solace. There we can sit and peel off some of our protective clothing and allow ourselves to bask in our own inner light. We can amplify our heart flame with our breath and attention. We can drink from it, be nourished by it. We can see its golden fiery hue flowing and filling our body. We can source it from our own I AM presence, sending it where we desire. It will flow as we intend, whether deep into our earth or to all the hearts living upon her. We can connect with other heart flames. We can transmit a wave of love for anyone, to be utilized for their highest good.

As more of the hidden agenda of this matrix becomes known, I am practicing moving beyond that first flush of anger and outrage. I feel that come up like a flash, especially around harm to children. My mother love comes out in all of its fierceness. I am learning to follow that flash with a breath. it may take two or three breaths to come back to a state of calmness. I then use further breaths to stoke my heart flame higher so that I can send a wave of love to the perpetrators of these crimes. It is amazing to feel their frozen hearts and the fear that holds them. I allow my heart flames to be with them, knowing they may not choose to open to that warmth in this lifetime. Yet, love given remains in the wings, ready to flow in whenever we open our hearts to its healing warmth.

Always, nature has lessons to impart. I will go out for a snowshoe hike in the woods today and use the flame of my heart, to bless this weary world. We are here to walk the Creator’s love into the world. Step by step, heartbeat by heartbeat, we reclaim our birthright of love.

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.

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