Mother Earth Weeps

Did you think we could come so far

water wasted

the earth baked dry

Money taunted behind hollowed eyes

Lusted dreams and possessions

poisoned twisted Truth

while feeble hands and hungry stomachs

silently breathe the night

Little worlds

made and moulded

the big picture elusive to our view

Placed and present

we stand forward

our choices diminished

by the mighty few

Spirits search

grasp and clutch

for the clean air of their remnnant past

Mother Earth weeps

tired and angry

Antony Cizek

Honouring our Earth

There is hope if people will begin

to awaken that spiritual part of themselves,

that heartfelt knowledge that

we are caretakers of this planet.

~ Brooke Medicine Eagle ~

dear neighbours

dear friends

each sacred wednesday

we light our candles

and sit in silence

and listen to nature

and listen to stillness

and connect with Spirit

Connecting with Angels

Faith is a bird

who feels dawn breaking

and sings while it is still dark

Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~

What a profound and wonderful gift I recieved this weekend. I was reminded that the women who come into my life are caring, listening, supportive, intuitive, hysterically funny, open, intelligent, compassionate, understanding, wise and exciting to be around.

From the wonderful women I shared this weekend with, the Angels let me see that we can be in each other's prescence and be filled with the knowledge that our souls can commune and our hearts can be full and no word need be exchanged.

...and in the quiet moments angels
stood as sentinnels and fairies sat on
bright green leaves and smiled .........

We are blessed by the people
who cross our paths.

Intrigued by their stories
and their gifts

Touched by their dreams
and grateful for their listening






I am so grateful for the women

who help me to grow and learn and laugh.




Margaret xx