I’ve decided to dedicate one blog a week to share from my heart with family, friends, and the online world…so tune in…here it is…
From here on this blog will be here as a scroll of inspiration. In hopes to awaken, uplift, and inspire others to their full potentials and power within. We are all on a journey across this world and no matter where we are at, what road we are walking, which way we see the world, or what we do, we were all born as an innocent child from the womb of a woman. Together our mother and fathers union was able to create a seed, and over time it has blossomed into who we are today. There is no one, and no one way that is right for your journey or path. The more we look outside for the answers the more we dance around through every which way, only to again lead us back to our selves again.
 You are a powerful person who can become and achieve greatness across this world. That greatness and achievement will be something completely different for each person. But remember you are the answer to your every question. So no matter what your told or what you hear, ask yourself, because you already know, it’s just a matter of being reminded and remembering.  We are all part of an energy and a force of creation, we are drops in an ocean of endless stories and possibilities that are being created, born, and put to rest, each day. Questions create answers…inquire within and begin to listen, and hear. I can speak these words…but it doesn’t mean that I know it all, or even a fraction, or that I live by it 100% every step. But what it means is that I am remembering, and that I’m ready for more then what we have been schooled to believe is the only way. The integration of the lessons we learn sometimes takes lots of time. Often our mind understands the concept prior to us actually embodying and fully being what we have learned. But conscious awareness is the first step to change. My question for everyone is what is your purpose? What is your gift that you want to share with others? What is your gift you want to give back to the earth? What is your gift you want to leave for the next generations? If life and the “present” moment is a gift that is given to us, then surly we all must have gifts to give back to life and each other.
I am learning and remembering the answers and pieces to the questions above. As of now I feel my purpose is to be bright, loving, energetic, forgiving, compassionate, kind, creative, and happy. To inspire creativity, and freedom of exploration. To break old patterns and boundaries. To work with storytelling through words, images, films, music, to collaborate and be part of communities of others around the world who are weaving together a story through sound, ancient teachings, and creative innovative ways. To respect others and the paths they walk and learn to truly connect with self and the path that is true to me. To feed the hungry searching spirit with the power and connection that exists now and here for each and every one of us. So we can move from a world of reacting to what is thrown our way and the stories of hate, pain, blame, shame, guilt, and suffering that exist and instead hold strong in our roots to the person we are and the stories we want to create. We cant control what comes our way, whether seen as negative or positive, but we can control how we react to the situation. My gift to the earth is honor and respect. To appreciate and really take time to be aware of how lucky I am to be gifted with water, foods, and medicines. To really see how much this earth gives to us, all we would ever need to survive and thrive. I wish to protect her resources in any way I can, I wish to plant seeds and dreams and take care of her so that we can leave her healthy and fruiting as a gift for the next generations. To help carve a healthy, abundant path for the children coming, to allow kids to have dreams and to believe that they can live them. I am sure as the days go by, Ill discover and learn more and my purpose and vision will blossom and unfold. But these are the seeds and the small sprouts that I am sharing with you now. The future is a great mystery, a gift, an opportunity, but here and now is all we have, all we are, and we have chosen and created it to be as it is. So I honor and thank the world, the universe, the spirit, god, energy, love, what ever words you understand…but remember words can be used but its truly what is behind the words that matters. The intention. The seed.
Here is a story shared from a lovely mentor and friend that inspired me to remember the importance of acceptance for we never know why certain things happen…
 
Maybe Good Maybe Bad
A man and his horse lived on a farm in a small country town. Each day the man and the horse would plough the fields and spend hours rounding up crops and work that needed to be done around the property. One day the horse, so desperately seeking freedom, broke free and ran across the field. He busted through the fence and took off over the horizon. The man sat in his home that night and the towns’ people came to visit. “Wow this is terrible news” “Your horse is gone and now you will have no way to plough your fields, and the work will be 10 times harder.” Said the towns people…”Mmm maybe good, maybe bad” replied the man. “What do you mean!” Exclaimed the town’s people. ” How could this be good?!” The towns’ people shook their heads and left in confusion.
For the next few weeks the man and his son worked 10 times harder ploughing the fields all on their own. One morning as they begun working they looked towards the horizon and there was the horse running over the field. He had returned. Behind him followed 3 other horses. That night the town’s people came back over. ” Wow what amazing news, your horse has returned and now you have three more working horses.” “Mmmm maybe good, maybe bad.” Said the man. “What do you mean!?” Exclaimed the town’s people. “You will have so much free time as you will be able to plough the fields much faster with 3 times the help.” The towns people again left with confusion.
The next day the man begun to work with his son in the fields. All 4 horses were working hard. After a while the wild free horse was tired of behind tied down and told what to, so he begun to buck and kick and he bucked the mans son high in the air. The boy fell and broke every bone in his body. The horse took off and ran away. That night the town’s people came over and said ” Wow this is the most terrible news we have heard.” “Your poor son.” “Mmmm maybe good, maybe bad.” Said the man. This time the town’s people got very angry. They said ” You know what, we are sick and tired of your maybe good, maybe bad, your son has broken every bone in his body. This is terrible news.” They took off in a fury.
A week later the army put out a call for every young man in town to take off for war. They knocked on each door and rounded up each and every son. The man’s son was unable to head off to war because he was bandaged from head to toe. The sons that took off for war never again returned. Months later the town’s people came over to visit the old man. They sat down and said…”Now we understand what you meant by Mmmm maybe good, maybe bad…”
 
J*

I’ve decided to dedicate one blog a week to share from my heart with family, friends, and the online world…so tune in…here it is…

From here on this blog will be here as a scroll of inspiration. In hopes to awaken, uplift, and inspire others to their full potentials and power within. We are all on a journey across this world and no matter where we are at, what road we are walking, which way we see the world, or what we do, we were all born as an innocent child from the womb of a woman. Together our mother and fathers union was able to create a seed, and over time it has blossomed into who we are today. There is no one, and no one way that is right for your journey or path. The more we look outside for the answers the more we dance around through every which way, only to again lead us back to our selves again.

 You are a powerful person who can become and achieve greatness across this world. That greatness and achievement will be something completely different for each person. But remember you are the answer to your every question. So no matter what your told or what you hear, ask yourself, because you already know, it’s just a matter of being reminded and remembering.  We are all part of an energy and a force of creation, we are drops in an ocean of endless stories and possibilities that are being created, born, and put to rest, each day. Questions create answers…inquire within and begin to listen, and hear. I can speak these words…but it doesn’t mean that I know it all, or even a fraction, or that I live by it 100% every step. But what it means is that I am remembering, and that I’m ready for more then what we have been schooled to believe is the only way. The integration of the lessons we learn sometimes takes lots of time. Often our mind understands the concept prior to us actually embodying and fully being what we have learned. But conscious awareness is the first step to change. My question for everyone is what is your purpose? What is your gift that you want to share with others? What is your gift you want to give back to the earth? What is your gift you want to leave for the next generations? If life and the “present” moment is a gift that is given to us, then surly we all must have gifts to give back to life and each other.

I am learning and remembering the answers and pieces to the questions above. As of now I feel my purpose is to be bright, loving, energetic, forgiving, compassionate, kind, creative, and happy. To inspire creativity, and freedom of exploration. To break old patterns and boundaries. To work with storytelling through words, images, films, music, to collaborate and be part of communities of others around the world who are weaving together a story through sound, ancient teachings, and creative innovative ways. To respect others and the paths they walk and learn to truly connect with self and the path that is true to me. To feed the hungry searching spirit with the power and connection that exists now and here for each and every one of us. So we can move from a world of reacting to what is thrown our way and the stories of hate, pain, blame, shame, guilt, and suffering that exist and instead hold strong in our roots to the person we are and the stories we want to create. We cant control what comes our way, whether seen as negative or positive, but we can control how we react to the situation. My gift to the earth is honor and respect. To appreciate and really take time to be aware of how lucky I am to be gifted with water, foods, and medicines. To really see how much this earth gives to us, all we would ever need to survive and thrive. I wish to protect her resources in any way I can, I wish to plant seeds and dreams and take care of her so that we can leave her healthy and fruiting as a gift for the next generations. To help carve a healthy, abundant path for the children coming, to allow kids to have dreams and to believe that they can live them. I am sure as the days go by, Ill discover and learn more and my purpose and vision will blossom and unfold. But these are the seeds and the small sprouts that I am sharing with you now. The future is a great mystery, a gift, an opportunity, but here and now is all we have, all we are, and we have chosen and created it to be as it is. So I honor and thank the world, the universe, the spirit, god, energy, love, what ever words you understand…but remember words can be used but its truly what is behind the words that matters. The intention. The seed.

Here is a story shared from a lovely mentor and friend that inspired me to remember the importance of acceptance for we never know why certain things happen…

 

Maybe Good Maybe Bad

A man and his horse lived on a farm in a small country town. Each day the man and the horse would plough the fields and spend hours rounding up crops and work that needed to be done around the property. One day the horse, so desperately seeking freedom, broke free and ran across the field. He busted through the fence and took off over the horizon. The man sat in his home that night and the towns’ people came to visit. “Wow this is terrible news” “Your horse is gone and now you will have no way to plough your fields, and the work will be 10 times harder.” Said the towns people…”Mmm maybe good, maybe bad” replied the man. “What do you mean!” Exclaimed the town’s people. ” How could this be good?!” The towns’ people shook their heads and left in confusion.

For the next few weeks the man and his son worked 10 times harder ploughing the fields all on their own. One morning as they begun working they looked towards the horizon and there was the horse running over the field. He had returned. Behind him followed 3 other horses. That night the town’s people came back over. ” Wow what amazing news, your horse has returned and now you have three more working horses.” “Mmmm maybe good, maybe bad.” Said the man. “What do you mean!?” Exclaimed the town’s people. “You will have so much free time as you will be able to plough the fields much faster with 3 times the help.” The towns people again left with confusion.

The next day the man begun to work with his son in the fields. All 4 horses were working hard. After a while the wild free horse was tired of behind tied down and told what to, so he begun to buck and kick and he bucked the mans son high in the air. The boy fell and broke every bone in his body. The horse took off and ran away. That night the town’s people came over and said ” Wow this is the most terrible news we have heard.” “Your poor son.” “Mmmm maybe good, maybe bad.” Said the man. This time the town’s people got very angry. They said ” You know what, we are sick and tired of your maybe good, maybe bad, your son has broken every bone in his body. This is terrible news.” They took off in a fury.

A week later the army put out a call for every young man in town to take off for war. They knocked on each door and rounded up each and every son. The man’s son was unable to head off to war because he was bandaged from head to toe. The sons that took off for war never again returned. Months later the town’s people came over to visit the old man. They sat down and said…”Now we understand what you meant by Mmmm maybe good, maybe bad…”

 

J*

I Now choose to let go of past, present, and future fear and suffering…whether known or unknown…
I Now choose the safety of my heart
Concious awareness and strength in my intentions…
Protection and nurture in my garden…
Surrender, acceptance, patience, beauty, and grace in my unfolding…
Gratitude for the light, the earth, the water, and all other blossoms in the garden…
Joy in every moment of growth…
Acceptance of the change of the seasons…
Celebration of the end, for it is the beginning, and back over again…
Love
J*aime

I Now choose to let go of past, present, and future fear and suffering…whether known or unknown…

I Now choose the safety of my heart

Concious awareness and strength in my intentions…

Protection and nurture in my garden…

Surrender, acceptance, patience, beauty, and grace in my unfolding…

Gratitude for the light, the earth, the water, and all other blossoms in the garden…

Joy in every moment of growth…

Acceptance of the change of the seasons…

Celebration of the end, for it is the beginning, and back over again…

Love

J*aime

My ever changing collection of crystals sharing their wisdom and visions of the unfolding roads…

My ever changing collection of crystals sharing their wisdom and visions of the unfolding roads…

Through it all…storms and clouds, rocky roads, blizzard ways, milky starry gazeI m going to rememberThat beat withinThat one that keeps you climbing up mounatins up and within Pathways that lead to expansionWords that emenate truth. Without stories but sounds of truthFor what I beat in my heart is what I know is truthAnd no matter what anyone saysIm going to follow that pathway
No matter what is seen or told or “supposed to be”Im going to climb this walk of eternityOf freedom of truthOf dancing proof of a field of oneFor when one of us fallsOr a piece of us fallsWe lean to that way and pull up together Dancing our ways, together

I wont let you tell me not to loveNot to feel the deepness of my heart and toss it into the worldI wont keep my mouth closed and swallow the beauty and lock it upIm going to shout it from the depth of my bonesIm going to make this love knowAnd to each of you who will do the same, I bow to your echo’s

I burry the game, the liesWe can transmute the pain, we can shift into ways of a newOur ever expanding limitless imaginations will dream them to beFlip the switch inside and say yes to your power, yes to life

Walk these beautiful sands of time, and allow our foot steps to plant new lifeAllow that inner beat to drum in the life…to call it backAnd when the flame burns pain away and ignite new days..Use your rainbow lightTo cocoon the vision…birth the butterflies within..and spit them into the breeze…carry your love across the wind…spread it deeply…freelyDrummingTRUTH TRUTH TRUTH

When I die…I know I will spread across the water , and it will still be me, and ill sprout as a flower, and it will still be me, and ill fly as an insecato and it will still be me, and I will crawl as a four legged one and it will still be me, and I will fly as a winged one…in our highest view of ourselves watching over ourselves, and it will still be me. Ill remember and be joyously beaming in the remembrance that everything is me. Everyone is me. That we are a piece of this energy so great, so immense, so beautiful evolving and growing. We are love

Through it all…storms and clouds, rocky roads, blizzard ways, milky starry gaze

I m going to remember
That beat within
That one that keeps you climbing up mounatins up and within 
Pathways that lead to expansion
Words that emenate truth. Without stories but sounds of truth
For what I beat in my heart is what I know is truth
And no matter what anyone says
Im going to follow that pathway

No matter what is seen or told or “supposed to be”
Im going to climb this walk of eternity
Of freedom of truth
Of dancing proof of a field of one
For when one of us falls
Or a piece of us falls
We lean to that way and pull up together 
Dancing our ways, together


I wont let you tell me not to love
Not to feel the deepness of my heart and toss it into the world
I wont keep my mouth closed and swallow the beauty and lock it up
Im going to shout it from the depth of my bones
Im going to make this love know
And to each of you who will do the same, I bow to your echo’s


I burry the game, the lies
We can transmute the pain, we can shift into ways of a new
Our ever expanding limitless imaginations will dream them to be
Flip the switch inside and say yes to your power, yes to life


Walk these beautiful sands of time, and allow our foot steps to plant new life
Allow that inner beat to drum in the life…to call it back
And when the flame burns pain away and ignite new days..
Use your rainbow light
To cocoon the vision…birth the butterflies within..and spit them into the breeze…carry your love across the wind…spread it deeply…freely
Drumming
TRUTH TRUTH TRUTH


When I die…I know I will spread across the water , and it will still be me, and ill sprout as a flower, and it will still be me, and ill fly as an insecato and it will still be me, and I will crawl as a four legged one and it will still be me, and I will fly as a winged one…in our highest view of ourselves watching over ourselves, and it will still be me. Ill remember and be joyously beaming in the remembrance that everything is me. Everyone is me. That we are a piece of this energy so great, so immense, so beautiful evolving and growing. We are love

And a woman laid her head against the roots of a tree, under the darkness of the night sky, and in her eyes apeared an abaloni shell.The woman asked what is inside of the shell? The spirit spoke and said your greatest depths and your greatest heights, as a feather fell from the sky…The woman looked up to the bird in flight and asked…What is inside of the bird? A Piece of fruit… replied th
e spirit. And what is inside of the fruit? Asked the woman. A seed replied the spirit. And what is inside of the seed asked the woman? There was a silence in the air and the woman breathed…With the birth of her inhale and the death of her exhale she heard the spirits voice arise…What do you wish to grow? Asked the spirit. The woman paused. The spirit asked what is your intention of that which you wish to grow? The cosmic sky split into two and the woman stood before the seed of love or fearThe woman watched the wave of fear as it began to drift away into a black whole of darkness…The woman dove into the molcule of love and whispered into the wind…Love is the seed in which I wish to grow and gift to the weave of the emerging wave. Love is the core inside and within one and all. This is the way I choose to create and this is what I will bring to the world. Pure in the center whole in the form for the emergence is here and now…

And a woman laid her head against the roots of a tree, under the darkness of the night sky, and in her eyes apeared an abaloni shell.

The woman asked what is inside of the shell? The spirit spoke and said your greatest depths and your greatest heights, as a feather fell from the sky…

The woman looked up to the bird in flight and asked…What is inside of the bird? A Piece of fruit… replied th

e spirit. And what is inside of the fruit? Asked the woman. A seed replied the spirit. And what is inside of the seed asked the woman? 

There was a silence in the air and the woman breathed…With the birth of her inhale and the death of her exhale she heard the spirits voice arise…

What do you wish to grow? Asked the spirit. The woman paused. The spirit asked what is your intention of that which you wish to grow? 

The cosmic sky split into two and the woman stood before the seed of love or fear

The woman watched the wave of fear as it began to drift away into a black whole of darkness…

The woman dove into the molcule of love and whispered into the wind…

Love is the seed in which I wish to grow and gift to the weave of the emerging wave. Love is the core inside and within one and all. This is the way I choose to create and this is what I will bring to the world. Pure in the center whole in the form for the emergence is here and now…

Visions of the future…

Visions of the future…

"Our Kingdoms" reflect the state of our collective souls, not just those of our leaders. This is a time in human history when heroism is greatly needed. Like heros of old, we aid in restoring life, health, and fecundity to the kingdom as a side benefit of taking our own journeys, find our own destinies, and giving our unique gifts. It is as if the world were a giant puzzle and each of us who takes a journey returns with one piece. Collectively, we contribute our part, the kingdom is transformed. The transformation of the kingdom depends upon all of us. Understanding this helps us to move from a competitive stance into a concern with empowering ourselves and others. - Carol s. Pearson

"Our Kingdoms" reflect the state of our collective souls, not just those of our leaders. This is a time in human history when heroism is greatly needed. Like heros of old, we aid in restoring life, health, and fecundity to the kingdom as a side benefit of taking our own journeys, find our own destinies, and giving our unique gifts. It is as if the world were a giant puzzle and each of us who takes a journey returns with one piece. Collectively, we contribute our part, the kingdom is transformed. The transformation of the kingdom depends upon all of us. Understanding this helps us to move from a competitive stance into a concern with empowering ourselves and others. - Carol s. Pearson

The flower winked at her and spoke words of wisdom. Behind its image and behind its words, like the caterpillar, was the magic of transormation. The surrender to the image it thought it was, to the possibilty of something greater, winged, and more free.
I was always scared to make the wrong choice, choose the wrong path spoke the caterpillar. But know each path offers lessons and gifts that are rich in beauty and growth…

Nothing is wrong and there is no such thing as the wrong path…contrast offers such strong clarity…from what we do not want springs forth the possibility of what we do want…
 Walking along the side of the river she was safe and clean. But she tossed her self into the rapids and currents. She fought and struggled and was rocked by the waves.
But in the sweet moments of surrender she let go and floated to the surface…the rythematic flow of the river carried her and she received the gifts that passed her by…the ones that floated into her palms without an OZ of resistance, just flowing grace…
Each wave passed her, to another, and suddenly it felt like a dance…she was always a dancer. A sweet mermaid of the sea, angel of the sky, flying towards horizons guide.
Her heart screamed with gratitude and its power tsunamied across the world. From the north to consciousness. From the east to clarity and vision. From the south to manifestation. From the west to integration. From the up to growth and expansion. From the down and into the earth for support, nurture, and abundance.
Thank you…she screamed from the depths of her heart. As the flower and caterpillar winked and smiled. Bringing pink to the day.Speaking together we make something even greater. 

The flower winked at her and spoke words of wisdom. Behind its image and behind its words, like the caterpillar, was the magic of transormation. The surrender to the image it thought it was, to the possibilty of something greater, winged, and more free.

I was always scared to make the wrong choice, choose the wrong path spoke the caterpillar. But know each path offers lessons and gifts that are rich in beauty and growth…

Nothing is wrong and there is no such thing as the wrong path…contrast offers such strong clarity…from what we do not want springs forth the possibility of what we do want…

 Walking along the side of the river she was safe and clean. But she tossed her self into the rapids and currents. She fought and struggled and was rocked by the waves.

But in the sweet moments of surrender she let go and floated to the surface…the rythematic flow of the river carried her and she received the gifts that passed her by…the ones that floated into her palms without an OZ of resistance, just flowing grace…

Each wave passed her, to another, and suddenly it felt like a dance…she was always a dancer. A sweet mermaid of the sea, angel of the sky, flying towards horizons guide.

Her heart screamed with gratitude and its power tsunamied across the world. From the north to consciousness. From the east to clarity and vision. From the south to manifestation. From the west to integration. From the up to growth and expansion. From the down and into the earth for support, nurture, and abundance.

Thank you…she screamed from the depths of her heart. As the flower and caterpillar winked and smiled. Bringing pink to the day.Speaking together we make something even greater. 


Birth…Its funny how the entrance and exit of the manifestation of life is the same. We travel through the cannel towards the light, either, in or out of the great mother. How amazing it is that without anything but each other we can make each other. 
We call in a little soul into the world through the love we make. If love creates life then life seeks love. In order to birth one must travel through a rocky storm. The reflection she remembered from her dreams were no longer reflected across the glassy water. The water had become choppy and rough. You must cross the sea to pick up your gift at the island in the distance. Even when you see the tsunami riding towards you… stay on top of it. You will ride her twisting edge of razor sharp water piecing a new you. Carving you and you ride through the breath.Your breath may take you to places you may have never known to be possible. But why must you cross this rocky sea? To receive your creations you must taste the depths. The pain pierces you open, blows through the skin, a new deep pulse arrives. Another heart beat is brought to the world. Your seed has sprouted and watch the petals as they open. Never forget that within the center of the flower is a gem. Reflected in the crystal clear gem is that which you imagine.


Birth…Its funny how the entrance and exit of the manifestation of life is the same. We travel through the cannel towards the light, either, in or out of the great mother. How amazing it is that without anything but each other we can make each other. 

We call in a little soul into the world through the love we make. If love creates life then life seeks love. In order to birth one must travel through a rocky storm. The reflection she remembered from her dreams were no longer reflected across the glassy water. The water had become choppy and rough. You must cross the sea to pick up your gift at the island in the distance. Even when you see the tsunami riding towards you… stay on top of it. You will ride her twisting edge of razor sharp water piecing a new you. Carving you and you ride through the breath.Your breath may take you to places you may have never known to be possible. But why must you cross this rocky sea? To receive your creations you must taste the depths. The pain pierces you open, blows through the skin, a new deep pulse arrives. Another heart beat is brought to the world. Your seed has sprouted and watch the petals as they open. Never forget that within the center of the flower is a gem. Reflected in the crystal clear gem is that which you imagine.

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