Awakening on a Beach

O the freshness of the salt air! There's nothing like Ocean breeze, quiet morning waves and storm turned stones. I took time to walk a few of my favorite beaches yesterday on my way home from town,looking for semi-precios stones and solitude. After walking a hour or so up one beach the scene before me turned from beach rocks to virgin sands right up to my boulder size holey stone. Usually its a long hike over larger rocks and seaweed covered puddles. The large shards stood up like small mountians with the greeness of the cliff behind them. Among the shards were smaller stones, washed up by the storm. A nice selection of rubites, jade pieces and calacite. Also I found a few darker spar pieces for my already full jar on my bedroom stand : )
This place is the spot a few years ago I had found this mountain of rock complete with a 'X' to mark the spot on the beach below.The X stone was completely buried under the freshness of the sands but I took time to sit and meditate on the quiet turning of the tides with the sea birds calling to me about the Universal connection we all share. The sand pipers scurried up to me, not noticing that I was not a stone to pick at whatever it is they eat at my feet. After sitting awhile,smiling down at them, I decided to chirp, to let them know I was there before I got up so not to scare them tooooo much! Before I left I touched the man in the stone, thanking him for the easy walk and the find of diamonds along the way. Hoping you enjoy the photos.

Soul Shift

Sep. 10th, 2012 at 9:11 AM

note~Definition- Wesleyan-Medthodist - a strong belief in a supernatural power or powers that control human destiny; "he lost his faith but not his morality"


I've been reading my Christian study book this last week in between walks on the lake, Kabbahal research and clearing up the yard for the church I'm attending. Its called Soul Shift- a measure of life transformed by Steve Deneff and David Drury : )

A few of the first things that caught my attention was they mentioned the seven crowns we receive from God, shifting from the seen to the unseen and returning from Slave to Child. I was glad to see this written in a way people could understand..promising...
I'm hoping the smaller study groups formed from this congregational study will prove interesting and I've already signed up for a morning session with some of my Sisters ♥

I took my daily walk on Friday evening up past Allen's lake and onto the woods at the side road where the summer cottages are.The leaves are starting to turn a bit brown at the edges after the full moon of last week, a indication Fall colour is not too far away...sign...Soon everything will be gold and red along the path here. I stopped to pick a few green crisp apples for a snack. Molly helped herself to some that had already fallen. Many had been nibbled on by the deer hanging around the lake. The apples are similar to a Granny Smith variety and very delicious : )
As I was getting ready to head back home, I had a brief visit from Dragonfly. It lighted on my arm just long enough to capture a photo before it disappeared off over the misty lake ☼

I’ve been hiding away the last few days at home enjoying the cooler evenings with a new friend. We are both interested in the Kabbalah and Tree of Life studies. He has more ‘knowing’ about such things so has ‘opened’ many new doors for me. If we keep up this pace, I’ll be crowned in no time...punny : ) Also looking into Spiritual sex experiences thru meditation...

Princess ♥

I've been following my hunches with daily study and have realized I AM a Princess ♥

A Reflection- 1977

I was going thru some old photo's the other day that belonged to my Father who passed away in 2007. Among them was this photo that was taken in the early Spring of 1977 at Nova Nada, a Spiritual Retreat in the heart of Kemptville,NS. Looking at the sad image of myself brought back many memories of a time when I left very alone in the World. I was suffering from depression, severe anorexia, separated from my family and a time when none of my child-hood friends could contact me. I cut mysel off from them all in my grief...

I had been trying for months to find a Catholic convent to accept me after graduation of High School only to learn that they only wanted young woman with a collage degree. My family was very poor and collage was out of the question. I had followed my quest to be a Nun sense I was able to walk across the street from my home to the local convent at age 6 and had helped the Sisters of the Assumption of Mary with their everyday tasks and later the care of the local church and residences. Later I was allowed to help the Fransican Monks who took up a house in the South End of town, where I lived, and kept house for them. I was also allowed to attend vespers. I also took calls for them,attending those who came for help to the door of the small mission starting when I was all of 14 years old. After a disruption at their Monastery with some local teens the Brother's there were very sad that the local Bishop requested I was not able to go help anymore because I was a girl.

Feeling very put out I ran away from home and community. It was years before I went back to visit my old community. The Brother's had moved away because of non-support from the Church, the Sister's weren't allowed to have teenager's helping them because of the Bishop and my old friend's had other ideas about what was important to them. I spent the next 24 years of my life raising children and trying to make happy a husband that didn't really care. After my divorce in 2001, I began to follow a more nature based religion and trying to find myself again. Now I have come to the conclusion that if we want to make a difference in the World, we must do it ourself, one person at a time. Start with the most important one... YOU!

Khalil Girhan- Beauty

"Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.

But you are life and you are the veil.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

But you are eternity and you are the mirror."

~ Khalil Girban

Writeaway Annual Picnic

I wonderful time was had by members of the Yarmouth Writeaway group on Saturday at the home of Jim Rose. We viewed his prizewinning gardens, wrote a few practice short stories and dined on many delicacies prepared by members. Thanks, Jim, for hosting us again ♥















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