Crows, ravens, I love them all. How spectacular would it be to have tea with the king of the ravens.
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. Dreams by Langston Hughes
Tea With The Raven King by Lisbeth Cheever-Gessaman
That’s me, always searching the sky for stars and last night’s supermoon, the largest one of the year.
Yup, I’m one of those “Look up at the moon; it’s incredible!” kind of people. Did you see it, too?
October’s full moon didn’t keep me awake like so many others do; maybe the additional magnesium glycinate I’ve been taking in the evening is actually working, and I hope so, because those moon dreams I experience are INSANE.
Each second, I am one second closer to leaving this planet And so, I will look at everything always with wonder, as though I am seeing it for either the first or the last time. And I will choose to live in such a way, that if this were my last second, I could die in peace for I am proud of who I am and let my final second show how I have grown and who I have become. — Tahlia Hunter
This time of year is when I really miss all my babies that have crossed over the Rainbow Bridge.
I never felt as if I “owned” them; I always felt as if I was their caretaker and protector and that we were a loving family, so I was profoundly touched when I learned there was a word to describe that concept.
Kahu is a Hawaiian word with a deep spiritual meaning, as it implies that the person and their pet are connected on a spiritual level.
Kahu is a guardian; person who is entrusted with the safekeeping of something precious, a protector, steward, beloved attendant.
In Hawaiian culture, the relationship between a person and their pet is described as a kahu relationship.
That sounds about right, the way to describe what is most precious. The word kahu, and what it means, is incredibly beautiful, so much more accurate than being referred to as our furbaby’s “owner”.
This full moon + lunar eclipse sparked such wild dreams that I’m almost afraid to fall asleep. Has this happened to you?
Last night I dreamed that I was in a large supermarket which is kind of unusual for me because I do most of my real life shopping at Traders and Sprouts. I stood in the checkout line with a shopping cart full of food. When it was my turn to pay, I realized that I didn’t have any money or any credit cards; they had disappeared from my wallet. I was SO embarrassed and had to leave the store. People were watching me in that covert, silently judgmental way.
To make matters worse, I couldn’t locate my car. It’s not that I forgot where it was; my car had been stolen. When I thought about it, I realized that my credit cards had also been stolen, so I called the police, sat on the curb and waited.
That’s when I woke up.
I hate it when I don’t have a satisfactory resolution to my dreams; the feeling of loss and confusion can linger for hours after I wake up. Now I’ll never know who stole my car and credit cards. I’m still there, sitting on the curb, sad and stressed out.
I don’t even want to research the symbolism of that dream; I just want to forget it.
“Thanks, full moon, for a disturbing night’s sleep.”
Because I love to add music to posts, here’s Neil Young’s Harvest Moon:
When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment, and never hurry through the world but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “Stay awhile.” The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say, “and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.”
A phytophile is a person who loves plants, and for me, that includes dandelions! Phytophile comes from the Greek words phytòn (plant) and philìa (love or passion).
Last week I rescued a six-foot ficus and a sad little cordyline from the nursery clearance section. They were dried out and cruelly discarded. These once beautiful specimens simply needed a bit of my tender, loving care. They quickly perked up and are both now enjoyingthe good life here at Casa de Enchanted Seashells.
I hope everybody survived the powerful energies of the 8/8/8 Lion’s Gate Portal! It was intense, wasn’t it? And still is…
I always return to the simple things to realign myself on life’s journey; a little course correction of some vitamin sea at the beach with sand and seashells.
Art by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite Quote by Nicollete Sowder Text over art by Enchanted Seashells
Ever so gently Just as we Shall be Let them all be Let the ladybirds on a rose bush be Let the worms deep down in the earth be Let all the little creatures come to me Let all the elementals come to see Ever so knowingly Just as we Shall be Let them all be
A little poem by Athey Thompson Art by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite and Elaine Bayley