it's been a long long time

It's time to get back
To the island of rose
Just me and the Animals
The Earth and the Sky
Let people play their games
Let people be selfish
It's time to get back
To the island of rose

sunday sermon

The secret of change is to focus all of

your energy, not on fighting the old,

but on building the new.

Socrates

building bridges

I had a session with my energy healer today. I've been feeling frustrated and discouraged, in a few ways, but mostly in my photography business. I went to see her to help me clear whatever is within me that is blocking my growth and enjoyment and success. I won't bore you with details. It was a wonderful session. She is incredible. (Her name is Joyce. You can find her here.)

There is one thing I want to share with you...At one point she looked at me and said I'm energetically not allowing partnership and collaboration. She said I'm on an island and there is no way for anyone else to cross over. I stared at her, blinked a few times, and quietly said, "That's the name of my blog...the island of rose." She smiled and said that I can't be an island anymore.

So I'm building a bridge - an energy bridge, a rainbow bridge. Everyone is invited to my island. Stay a while; stay a long time. All are welcome...

I don't have any photos of bridges - which is kind of ironic in itself. Instead, here's a photo of a driftwood tipi on one of my favorite beaches.

beginnings

And suddenly you know:

It's time to start something new

and trust the magic of beginnings.

Meister Eckhart

I've been struggling with creativity lately. I don't feel it. My passion is lost. It's time for a jump start. Now I just have to figure out what to do to start. Maybe I should take a page from J's book and do a little bit of everything all at once...

J's hand print

the greatest gift

I've been writing recently of having lost connection with myself - of losing sight of who I am. Tonight a precious little orange tabby gave her life to remind me.

I've been sick all weekend but wanted J to have balloons on Valentine's day. Tonight I drove along the rural road that travels between almond orchards and connects my little town to the next larger town. On the way, I passed a cat lying in the road who had been hit by a car and left. I didn't see her get hit, but as I passed I saw her leg shaking and knew she was still alive. I turned around and pulled over. Dodging traffic, I picked her up and layed her by the side of the road. She was still alive, but barely. Half her face was missing and I knew finding a vet for her would be useless. So I sat in the dirt with her, between the road and the orchard, while she died. I told her what had happened to her and said it was time to let go. I asked her angels and guides to be with her as she transitioned. I pet her, and spoke to her, and sang to her, and cried over her. I tried to give her the comfort and love at her death that she never had in her life. At one point I swore I could feel the vibration of her purr under my hand. It might have only been my imagination. After there was no more breath in her, I picked her up, carried her to my car, and lay her in the trunk. I drove home and carried her to the back shed where she will be safe until I can give her a burial tomorrow. Then I went into the house, washed the blood from my hands and arms, and drove into town to get balloons for J so she will wake up to love and light and joy.

Let this be my epitaph. This is who I am.

9 Lives

fly

I've been away

From home for so long
That I almost forgot where I belong

I'm just a girl
With a dream
That got the best of me
....
Got out of touch
With the ones who gave me my wings
To fly To fly

It's so easy to forget
What really matters in this life
It's so hard to live with regrets
But I promise I will try
To be a better me
Just a Girl

Hannah Montana (Miley Cyrus)

more of the same

November was not good to me. Oh, yes, there were many highlights - reconnecting with old friends, fun times with my girl, surviving. There were also lows so low they're still weighing me down - broken heart, rejections galore - in so many forms, stolen money, disappointment, even devastation of my soul. I woke up this morning feeling free, hopeful, alive, and so happy. November was over. Tonight I've realized one day does not make much of a difference. My story continues much the same as always. Maybe January?

Beginnings...

"The world is round and the place that may seem like the end may also be only the beginning."
George Baker
Then wouldn't it follow, that the place that may seem like the beginning may also be the end?