Tag: magic

The Potion

“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.” (Maya Angelou)

Yet another day
Shining upon us
Feel the magic in the air
Know your heart’s desire
Go forth with no fear
You are to thrive
And do not forget
To love who you are
Just because
That is the potion
And the way
For inner joy

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Surrendering 

Constantly searching for balance
At each turn and each blossom
I wondered as I walked my path
About the heavy loads
Loads we carry for so long
Sometimes we forget it is there
In the depths of my mind
I finally shone a bright light
Come Come let me know you
Let me be your friend
Let me show you my magic
The magic of awareness
The heavy loads starting coming
One by one, to be seen
And as I turned around again
They dispersed and transformed
The magic was effortless
The word was surrender
Surrendering to all I am
Constantly searching for balance

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Remembrance 

“Rosemary, the herb of love and remembrance, is steeped in thousands of years of myth and tradition. Rosemary is known to have been used for magic, healing, and seasoning since the beginnings of recorded history. Native to seaside regions of the Mediterranean and North Africa, the Latin name Rosemarinus means dew of the sea, likely a reference to the shimmering blue flowers that cover rosemary bushes in mid- winter.

Many people today love rosemary for its uplifting aroma and a delicious flavour, but it has found much wider appreciation over the years. Rosemary is strongly connected to rituals of love and marriage, symbolic of faithfulness and devotion. In many parts of Europe unmarried women looking for love used rosemary to help guide them to a suitor. Rosemary placed under a maiden’s pillow was said to induce dreams that would reveal a future husband’s identity and the initials of a future lover were thought to appear in a bowl of flour if placed under a rosemary bush overnight. During wedding ceremonies branches of rosemary were traditionally gilded and used for decoration and also dipped into wine goblets during toasts to the bride. According to folklore, a new bride would hand her groom several sprigs of rosemary to hold onto, acting as a charm to ensure faithfulness. A husband leaving for a trip would not have been surprised to find slips of rosemary tucked into his jacket pockets, once again to guard against extra-maritial activities.

Rituals of remembrance for the dead are known to have involved rosemary in a variety of cultures. In Europe and Asia, rosemary has been planted at grave sites and sometimes used as mediums to communicate with ancestors. Rosemary wreaths are associated with Remembrance day.”

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(More on the beloved Rosemary at http://www.herbs.mb.ca/en/plant-care/p17069272.html)

A new Rosemary has come into my life. A few years ago my Rosemary died and it left an opening in me. I feel that the time is right now, and that this has come full circle. 

Remembering with love a dear friend, and bringing love and magic to our home.  

– Méia

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Oh, Pink Moon…

Pink Moon Offering 2013

In the morning, she sat and waited.  Thinking of all the little things that bothered her, she decided to make an offering.  An offering to the Moon.  Pink, she thought.  It must mean love…  It must bring love.  Without hesitation, she rose and walked into her cottage.  She rapidly collected all her treasures and blessed them.  She said her loving words, and felt that it was done, that it meant something.  She showered, and happily went on with her routine.  Yes!  She kept thinking of her offering.  Yes!  She knew, it felt right.  All the sudden she didn’t feel bothered anymore.  All the little things seemed to be taking care of themselves, by themselves… As the night approached, she got ready.  Oh, she was excited.  She felt such an urge to go outside, to feel the Moon shining upon her face.  So she did, she opened the door and walked outside.  She felt the Moon.  She sat and waited.  By her side, her offering.  She thought of words to say, of spells to be created, of magical Moon drops falling over her and blessing all that she is.  All the sudden, she looked at her offering.  She rose again.  She said to the Moon…  But Moon, I haven’t even offered you my treasures yet, still, I feel so good.  My troubles when away and I feel clear.  Tell me Moon, what happened?  I haven’t made my offering yet, still I was answered… The Moon replied, gently.  Magical Moon drops slowly danced around her.  They touched her skin, they made her hair shine.  It was Pink!  It was so glittery!  The Moon drops started to speak very softly to her…  It was music to her ears.  It was beautiful.  They said…  thank you for your offering, and as you already know, whatever you offer, you really offer to yourself… the moment you rose this morning with the intention to feel better, your offering was already accepted… you felt better, you felt joy…  remember my flower, my sister, that you are your own offering, and as soon as you think yourself to a better feeling space, magic happens.  Stand still, offer your treasures, never later, always now, stand still, and become your own offering.  She smiled.  She knew it.  Pink!  Oh, Moon… how you have blessed me tonight!  She slowly moved her feet.  They seemed to want to dance, so she allowed them to.  She thanked the Moon.  She would always remember this.  She would remember to feel good.  She would remember to offer love and become love.  Whenever she felt bothered by the little things, she would say an offering to herself, yes she would.  Yes, she thought. The answer was always Yes.

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Dance through your day, allow your feet to play…

 

 

 

 

 

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