Flashback Friday

Happy Friday? Well if you are happy add your good vibes, and if you are not happy, please take some good vibes. As I have been home for 3 weeks now I am for one feeling the change in lifestyle, both positive and negative, mostly positive. I don’t know about you, but I have been in reflection and experiencing a somewhat life review.

I am of the mind that I create my reality, all of it. When we as humans catch a cold, and I am not talking about CV-19, just a common cold or flu, it makes us stop and pause all daily activity. This seems to be a time we we all globally have to take a pause from our daily mundane routines, and perhaps relax. Also, and most importantly, a time to create. Create in any and all mediums. So, that all sounds so serious but the happy side for me in the creation of my reality process is matching vibrations, selecting a memory that gives me the emotion that matches the outcome of my new reality.

For example, music. We all associate memories and emotions to songs, or music. In my last post I shared The Bee Gees, and I recalled that time, working in the crowded disco after Staying Alive, came out in the theaters. A vivid flashback of the men in their white suits, and blue shirts, with gold chains at the open neck, spinning ladies around the lighted dance floor.

One of my happiest memories occurred at age 13, sometimes in the summer of 1972, tanned and thinking I was so cute in my short navy blue kolats (skorts), and white off the shoulder peasant top. Going to our local park (one of the only places a young teen could go to socialize), early evening, watching baseball, eating corn dogs, swinging under the tall pine trees. The associate song is of course.

Saturday in the Park

Chicago

It could be a cool blog challenge if anyone wants to play? Make a Flashback Friday blog post with a positive memory and song. Link me and I will link you back. Let’s all reconnect, I for one, have a little time now.

Tag you’re it! 

On a spiritual note, and astrologically, tonight there is a conjunction of Mercury and Neptune and from what I read a powerful manifesting energy. I am not an astrologer, so I will leave that to one of them. I just resonated with the information and then I saw a planned global meditation. Let’s empower ourselves, get into our happy places, and do this.

Saturday, April 4

Global Peace Meditation 10:45 p.m. EST

This is a guided meditation you can used at the scheduled time.

Art

“Hippy Chicks”

Ke Robinson

Go visit her and buy her art!

Signs of Spring

As I live in Arizona the joy of Spring is tempered by the onset of Summer. However the pre-Spring season is so beautiful here and I am sure in many places. The butterflies, the birds, the bees, soft sun and gentle breeze. Also I have a break from school -yippee!

I finished the quarter with a poetry project, trying to get teenagers to write poetry was literally like pulling teeth. However, I got a handful of good ones. I won’t be sharing any of them here but I will express my reaction to them. After the molar extraction three of my boys wrote love poems, needless to say I was impressed. A couple of decent love poems from the girls. They also wrote odes, some humorous and some sweet. This project ended just prior to the Parent Teacher Conference, where a couple of brothers were redeemed by the sweet poems they had written about their mother, she cried when the translator read them to her. My student looked at me like, thank you. Always good to write a poem about how much you love your mother before Parent Teacher Conference.

Six of my students will get to attend the literacy event at ASU as a result of their efforts and over Spring Break and I am creating a fabulous Spring Poetry Bulletin board display in the hall outside my classroom.

I also have to clean the garage, fun! (not fun) Enjoying the weather. Happy almost Spring everyone. Only three days left of Mercury Retrograde.

Painting: Monet

This was my 777th post

Twas the Night Before Yuletide

Happy Holidays friends: Winter Solstice, Yule, Christmas, and New Years. I taught my students about Yule and we learned all about Krampus, (I had no idea) the demon who takes naughty children to the underworld. My dear friend, and amazing photographer, Dagmar shared the Yule poem below. I had never heard this, I only know the American one. This is so much better. Peace & Love to you all.

 

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE YULETIDE

Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen

Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.

A mantle of snow shone brightly that night

As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.

The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,

Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.

The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,

Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.

When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,

Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.

The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet

Then raced to the river where they usually meet.

“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,

As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.

“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”

They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.

Then what to their wondering eyes should appear

But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.

It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,

Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.

Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,

There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,

A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,

Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.

As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,

Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,

Made each of the fey folk think of the spring

When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.

“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed

in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,

“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,

that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”

“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,

The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells

Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,

Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”

“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,

Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.

Have you forgotten, my children, the fun

Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”

She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,

As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.

Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,

“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”

They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,

Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.

They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.

They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.

They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,

In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.

They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,

Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.

Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,

Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,

The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree

And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.

They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,

The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.

It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar

The golden-like sphere turned into a star.

The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,

“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”

 

Poem author C.C. Williford

Art

Clare Bertram

Queen of All She Imagines

Always remember you are Titania the Queen of the Fairies. Well that is my mantra and I am sticking to it. Apparently Fairy Queens are not recognized everywhere they go. Pity. lol

Well, it’s summer and in Arizona that is not a good thing. Unless, of course, I was getting paid year round like a teachers salary, then I could travel elsewhere. The good thing about summer is that it is heading away from it. We have been sporting temperatures of 108, 109. But, I am grateful for air conditioning.

The graduate has been applying and interviewing for teaching positions, many which have already been filled by now. I should be panicked, and I sort of am. I had a dental emergency that cost me a week of searching. I had three interviews (two of which were panels) and no job offers yet. It has been two weeks since those interviews, so . . . .  I am still applying. I have never had interviews with this much at stake. I prepared and studied common questions, but I was honest and authentic. I am starting to get a complex.

I somehow know that all is well, yet fear and doubt remain. This leads me to my new regular visitors, the hummingbirds. I do not feed them as there food attracts wasp, but I have the water fountain on the corner of my patio, that they come and drink from. You can also watch them from inside as the fountain is by the kitchen window. So, I looked them up, I have blogged about them before,  but long ago.

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Hummingbird symbolism

What’s Your Sign

Avia

It is not commonly known that the fluttering wings of the hummingbird move in the pattern of an infinity symbol – further solidifying their symbolism of eternity, continuity, and infinity.

Hummingbird animal totem meaning is about energetic resources. These lovely creatures are a great reminder of how we expend our own energy. When hummingbirds show up in our lives, it’s a good time to take a look at our energy-stores and resources. hummingbirds warrant an honest look at how we are maintaining our vibrational frequencies. Are we frittering away our energy on needless issues (ie: worry, fear, lack)? Or, are we in a state of well-honed, regulated balance when it comes to our energy and resources?

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I find that very fitting. I can fritter away a lot of energy with worry, fear, and lack. My African Love birds still visit as well. You notice I said “My” lol technically they are their own birds.

Reconnected

Despacito

Hip hip hooray, sister saves the day. Twenty days without a phone, it was weird. We are all so used to the security that we feel connected by the device. I think I took it in stride. Fortunately for me my sister had just moved up a generation on her phone from our ancient iPhone 4’s to a 5, so she gave me her old phone, thank the stars, just in time. I have a research paper to write among other things, and not being able to work at home is tough. Student teaching is all set, so yeah.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends, and those across the pond and beyond, I will be giving thanks for your friendships as well. ❤

New papers up at academia.asu.edu

Lion Love

All things Leo & the Lion. Normally August is not my favorite month, it always seems to be full of challenge in years past. This August from all I hear looks challenging as well, however it can be channeled into a lot of positive collective power, what with the upcoming eclipses and The 888 Lion’s Gate ad infinitum.  I will share links and leave it to the astrologers to explain it all best.

For me it all got good when I did The Lion People (Sirius) Transmission: Connecting with the Blue Lodge Masters , by Steve Nobel. I did not expect such a glorious experience as I had. I was lying on my bed and I felt their immense love pour into me as I saw these regal beings approach me in my minds eye. It was only I can explain pure god source love, my eyes filled with tears and all I could do was repeat, “Thank you, thank you, I love you.” as I just could not contain all the love I was feeling. I can only share with you that it was beautiful.

I have spent my summer reading and studying for the most part preparing myself for my last semester of classes at ASU before I student teach in the Spring before graduating. I have perused the charity shops collecting books for my class library, and dreaming of the classroom I will have in a year. A week ago I came across The Horse and His Boy, by C. S. Lewis. I thought that I had read The Chronicles of Narnia, but I do not recall reading this book. On that same day I picked up a film I had seen and liked years ago called, An Education, an arty European coming of age story about a high school senior in London, who is preparing to attend Oxford. She meets an older man who romances not only her, but her parents. In the film an excuse given to the parents so that he may take their 17 year old daughter away for the weekend, is that she can meet C. S. Lewis at Oxford, which was just a ruse. Anyway interesting as when I did the Lion People of Sirius activation I kept thinking of Aslan from the books, and now in the same day I get a book and it is referenced in the movie. Cool Leo the Lion beans!

Opening the Liongate Portal

Portrait of an Artist- July 31- August 6

❤ (I love her writing) ❤

The Leo King

The Leo King Pleiadian Transmission

Oh, and then yesterday at the charity shop I see a book, and I actually misunderstood the title, The Return of Arthur Conan Doyle. My mind saw, The Return of Arthur, and repeated Arthur Conan Doyle, I was thinking Arthur Pendragon of course but NO! What I came across was a text that is “supposedly ACD speaking beyond the grave after his death. I have not ventured far into it as I am reading Lewis. Interesting. ACD was a huge spiritualist as you know, so. . . Interesting.

Drench the Earth With Love

New World Coming

Greetings friends & Earthlings. Interesting full moon we are having. A FB friend, Emmanuel Daugher, a spiritual teacher and author, makes lovely FB memes. In a recent one it said, “Let’s Drench Our Planet with Love” and I thought what a good concept to make viral. I dedicate this full moon to drenching the Earth with Love ❤

I have opted to keep myself at home to enjoy the thunder full moon festivities.

Full Moon Links

July Full Moon

Full Moon In Capricorn July 9th 2017

July’s Boundless Full Moon: Into the Eye of Karma

Big Full Moon In Capricorn

The Leo King

Again I add the

Angel Fire Transmission

Because it is just that good!

Namaste