Showing posts with label angels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label angels. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
The Prairie Crone - Intuition, Menopause, Tribal Support
Though I have always had the gift of Intuitive Vision, in my Estrogen years the way I perceived the world and myself would crash into a sort of self pity and loneliness two weeks before my period. My reality was tinged of course not by my true positive character, but the internal storm of my hormones.
When I think about the ancient Native American Ceremonies that prohibited menstruating women from joining in festivity for fear their energy would disrupt the calm of others.....I think back and know I was one of those melancholy, easily angered P.M.S. triggered souls.
Of course, no one wants a Psychic Reading or advice from someone who is going through a sort of bleak mood about their own life, for fear of projection into their reading. Thankfully in those days I was not giving readings full time. I feel that in getting advice from anyone, measuring internally that persons mood by their voice quality, or attitude, is very important in how seriously you take the information you are receiving.
WHEN I TURNED 50 - WHATS THIS? {"WELL HELLO SELF"}
When I turned 50 a wonderful calm came into my life and I could wake up with it, go to bed with it, and it did not leave me. Of course everyday financial decision dictated my life like everyone else, but my way of dealing with emergency and crisis was not so radical and I could make less emotional choices. I understood at last why the circles of white and grey haired medicine women and men made so many tribal decisions. Without raging male testosterone to distort aggression, or feminine estrogen to distort melancholy, we find at the core is pure clarity of vision!
I NOW READ FULL TIME
I see that getting older is a blessing, provided we care for our bodies, exercise, eat right and choose carefully who we hang out with. Let me add here, that I also believe that each of us is a vehicle for Angel Guidance, and how we take care of ourselves honors our guides and in response, our personal blessings are increased. {Letting our selves become out of shape and inactive within our control, is the same as letting our cars go without oil or tuneups.}
One of my favorite realizations is that the great spiritual leaders of this world, and I will use Jesus and Buddha as example, understood you can heal the masses but you never bring them home with you.
Your private circle of friends, as with Jesus and Buddha and their disciples, are a support system. If you allow the broken or wounded to come home with you, or choose to nurture one as your lover, you too will get sucked into the dark rabbit hole of crisis. And this pertains to Peace Corp, Medical Heroes that assist in natural disasters and war, as well as our own families. We must always have a strong like-minded support circle even if that connection is only once a month. They are the strong shoulders who assist during tough times when we need a reality check. But you must give strength as well as take it. Being a lone wolf is not an excuse. We are all tribal. Even if this tribe exists in Social Networking. It is sanity during the storm.
As the Prairie Crone, I hope to be your strong shoulder, your tribal sister of wisdom, and be in assist through your dark nights of the soul, as well as share your joys.
http://theprairiecrone.com
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Summer Joy Butterfly Cafe
As the dark sets in by 5:00, I feel Autumn creeping in. The Midwest drought is lifting and though my lane is filled with scorched Hostas, and my Angel Gardens look a little ragged, the Monarch butterflies are making their seasonal migration into a sea of Pink blossomed Summer Joy. Summer Joy every where!
The kittens within my herd of rescued feline, jump into the air and do somersaults, and I cry a little each time they catch a beautiful weary winged traveler. I would be busy all day rescuing. Though the Summer Joy I have so prolifically planted EVERYWHERE was intended for this Monarch Butterfly month as a honey hole truck stop for refreshment, it seems I have caused them harm instead.
Maybe, hopefully, within each pink blossomed Autumn Joy is a butterfly cafe waitress serving mugs of nectar, while disarrayed Monarchs lined in a row at a 50's blossomed counter, stare through the rubbery Sedum leaves at leaping kittens, waiting for the storm to pass before hitting the sky.
Angel Message of the Day: For weary travelers uprooted by the storms of life, anxiety is an uncomfortable familiar. Here is where each person, animal and plant must access their inner warrior. Our angels are always with us, surrounding our conclusion with their golden wings. The appreciation we give to spirit is of our own choice, blurred by self pity and regret or in sweet peaceful resignation, "thy will be done." http://thecallingoflight.com
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